Hi everyone. I'm gonna skip a few things. Summer has finally ended in this fic. So...yeah. Sorry if this story isn't very good. But enjoy!
Chapter 10: She's the girl
STAN'S P.O.V
I felt relieved. First of all, I made a huge mistake about almost cheating on Wendy like that. I don't know why I did it. I mean, I'm eight years old. I guess I don't know any better. I have know idea what happened. And then, she finally says that it's ok for me to vomit on her. I really thought I would be able to kiss her. But I didn't. And she didn't get mad. Disgusted, but she seemed relieved. I guess...I just really love her. But why was it that I puked when Ms. Ellen spoke to me? Same thing with Wendy. Was it because I thought I was in love? Probably, because it wasn't meant to be with that teacher who obviously committed crimes. I guess...Wendy is the right girl for me.
So to do my girl a favor, and because I loved her, I helped her make a boat out of a card board box. We also got dressed up, and even pretended that we were married. But not for real. We're too young for that. It would be embarrassing if somebody saw. Luckily, we were at Wendy's house in her room.
Wendy even convinced me to see a few movies with her. And it was the first time I held her hand. But it made me vomit. Although she seemed to keep holding my hand. She must really love me.
A few days later after that, I finally arrived at Starks pond, where Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny stood, waiting for me.
"Where have you been, Stan?" Kyle impatiently asked.
"I was just...busy."
"With who?" Cartman asked.
"Uhh..."I started to turn red.
"Wendy again?!" Kyle exclaimed.
"Dude, what is wrong with you?" Cartman asked.
I glared. "Nothing! There's nothing wrong with me hanging out with her."
"Yes there is, dude," Kenny said. "You might get too close to her."
"Yeah Stan, you spend way too much time with her," Cartman said.
"I do not!" I cried.
"Yeah you do!" Kyle agreed.
I crossed my arms.
"I've seen her at your house a lot," said Cartman. "You're with her too much."
After playing with my friends, I went home. I actually had a lot on my mind. Was it true that I spent way too much time with my girlfriend? Well..what did they know?! They didn't have any girlfriends. But...was it really true? As I opened the door to my house, my dad greeted me.
"Oh, did you have fun with your little friends?"
"Yeah." I wasn't sure if he could tell I looked a little down. My dad was sometimes stupid. But...he was my dad. Maybe I could talk to him. So I sat up at the table next to him. "Dad, have you ever spent too much time with any of your girlfriends in the past?"
My dad, who was reading the paper, looked down at me. "Oh, is this about your girlfriend, Wendy?"
"Yeah, kind of. My friends said that I hang out with her too much. She is over here sometimes, and I do talk to her a lot at school."
"Oh." My dad sat the paper down. "Well Stanley, these things happen to a lot of couples. I've seen it a lot happen to my friends. They hung out a lot with their girlfriends so much."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. They had them over their house and everything, late at night."
"So, what I'm doing with Wendy is wrong?"
"Let me just tell you, Stan. As long as you're not alone, and don't have her over all night."
"Why?"
"Because if you're with her that much, then you'll get too attached to her, and things will happen."
"What kind of things?"
"Let's just say...that your life will be changed forever. Do you understand?"
"Not really. I don't really get the difference."
"Well in that case, you're probably to young and naive for it to happen."
"For what to happen?"
"I'll tell you later..maybe in a couple years."
I sighed, and then jumped off my chair, but before I left, I turned back to my dad. "So as long as Wendy isn't spending the night, or me spending the night at her house, it's ok?"
"You got it."
I grinned. What a relieve. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Sometimes people may say that if you are too close with your girlfriend, then it may not work out. But not us. No. Wendy was the one. The one for me.