This is an Everwood fanfic written by me, kaze.
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
I might not be able to complete this fanfic but keep supporting me and maybe I will!
Thank you and enjoy the story!
Chapter 13
The next day, Wendy walked to school instead of getting a ride from Aaron. She just had a sudden inspiration to take a walk. After she made sure Aaron was awake, she told him that breakfast was on the table and that she was going to walk to school. After doing so, she just rushed out of the door.
Wendy enjoyed the snow that enveloped her. The town had such a beautiful scenic view and Wendy took the time to enjoy it all. She took her time walking to school too. If she had rushed, she would be earlier than she liked. All of a sudden a beeping noise interrupted Wendy's surveys. She turned her head towards the car and recognized the person in the passenger seat. It was Wendell.
During the past few weeks, Wendy had gotten used to the ways of Wendell, how he pops up and hands over information to one. One could even say that they became pretty good friends. She does talk to him more than he would talk with almost anybody else.
So when she saw Wendell in the car, she didn't run away from his stare. Instead, she waved to him. He motioned for her to get in the car, but Wendy politely declined and enjoyed her walk. She had a feeling he wanted to talk to her about something. Most likely, it would be about the dance. She didn't tell him that she wasn't going yet. But who knows? Maybe he wasn't going to bug her about the dance. To her, it didn't matter anyway.
In a few minutes, she arrived to see a few yellow school buses surrounding the high school as usual. She neared the school and walked towards her locker. She could see a figure playing with the locks and she rushed to see who it was. It was Wendell once again.
"Hey Wendy," he said in his usual sly tone, "Why'd you walk? It's colddd," he shivered.
She smiled at him and started on the lock, "It's a beautiful day!" She opened her locker, "Why? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
He had a faint look of shock but hid it immediately, "Oh yeah! I was wondering if you were going to the formal."
She threw some books into the locker and whispered to herself, "How did I guess?" and rolled her eyes.
"What?" he said, bending down to Wendy's level, trying to hear what she just said.
"Ah," she laughed and closed the locker; "it's nothing." She composed herself, "Nope, I'm not going. Why? Are you planning to?"
He gave her a look, "Yeah! Why wouldn't I? You should go too! You could be my date," he winked.
She walked away, knowing that Wendell would trail her to advisory. "Eh... I can't go," she said softly. She then increased her volume and said in a playful voice, "As much as I want to."
He paused and then cut in front of her, blocking her way, "And just why not? Give me a GOOD reason and I'll let you go on."
She grinned. She walked straight into Wendell and he backed up a bit. She thought of this as a basketball game and bypassed him. She went right past Wendell and increased her speed so she could be in advisory before Wendell. They didn't have the same advisory, but Wendell's was right across the hall. He could talk to her for a long time without being late to class.
A few seconds later after she arrived in advisory, Wendell went by and said to Wendy, "We'll talk in English!"
Wendy silently laughed after Wendell left the doorway. She shook her head and focused herself into the books. There was a homework assignment that she had to complete. Unfortunately, having a job was time consuming. Recently, Wendy found herself completing homework in almost all her classes. Wendy internally sighed and knew that there was nothing she could do about it. Advisory ended and Wendy completed her Spanish homework in time. She rushed to class and sat at her usual seat. There was only one more assignment she had to do and that was an English one.
During the subject of new conjugations and new vocabulary, Wendy finally finished her English homework and rested against the chair. Collin hadn't even asked her about the new things they were learning during the time she was doing it. Collin knew what would happen if he had, from experience. He almost had his head bit off when she was trying to concentrate on it; it caused a disturbance in the classroom and the two ended up with detentions. Wendy was, of course, late for work but wasn't in trouble since she was always punctual.
The rest of the class period was based on group work. So naturally Wendy and Collin paired up along with two other friends. They discussed the work and after they finished, they started talking about the Winter Formal. They continued to try and persuade Wendy to go. She refused for the ten-thousandth time and ran out once the bell rung. She hurried to Dance class and noticed a familiar tall, rustled figure blocking the entrance.
"I forgot I see you go into this class," he smirked, leaning against the doorway.
She gave him a look, "Ah! I can't go! I'm sorry Wendell!"
"Why not? Come on!" he pleaded.
She turned her head and whispered, "I can't tell you."
He thought for a moment. While deep in thought, Wendy saw this as a chance to enter the room. She tried to push him aside and run into the classroom but he was too hard to move. He snapped out of his trance and gave a yelp.
"Hey!" he said automatically, "Oh! I know! Do you not have a dress?"
She stared at him. That was the only thing she could do.
"Is that it? Really?" he said excitedly.
She didn't say anything but just stared at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Well," he started. Then he rubbed his nails against his chest and blew on it, saying, "Since I am at your service, I could supply you with a dress."
"You're kidding me," she gave him a look. Wendy really did want to go to the formal. But she couldn't just accept a dress.
"Of course! No charge. No strings attached. Well, except that I would like you to be my date," he grinned.
She gaped at him, "I can't, Wendell, I can't."
"Of course you can! Why can't you? Is it because your boss won't let you go? Who is he anyway?" he asked.
She gave him a confused look and moved to the side. Someone was going into the dance room. "Hey Greg," she said as he walked inside. She focused back on Wendell, who also moved aside, "It's not that my boss won't let me. It's that I can't accept the dress."
Wendell thought about for a second, "How about if I just give it to you as a rental? You'll give it back to me, okay?"
The second bell rung, interrupting Wendy's thoughts about her decision. Questions flooded her mind and she wondered what she would do. Wendell tried to rush her answer since he also had class to go to. After what it seemed to be a long while, Wendy finally replied.
"Fine, Wendell. I'll go with you to the formal."
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
I might not be able to complete this fanfic but keep supporting me and maybe I will!
Thank you and enjoy the story!
Chapter 13
The next day, Wendy walked to school instead of getting a ride from Aaron. She just had a sudden inspiration to take a walk. After she made sure Aaron was awake, she told him that breakfast was on the table and that she was going to walk to school. After doing so, she just rushed out of the door.
Wendy enjoyed the snow that enveloped her. The town had such a beautiful scenic view and Wendy took the time to enjoy it all. She took her time walking to school too. If she had rushed, she would be earlier than she liked. All of a sudden a beeping noise interrupted Wendy's surveys. She turned her head towards the car and recognized the person in the passenger seat. It was Wendell.
During the past few weeks, Wendy had gotten used to the ways of Wendell, how he pops up and hands over information to one. One could even say that they became pretty good friends. She does talk to him more than he would talk with almost anybody else.
So when she saw Wendell in the car, she didn't run away from his stare. Instead, she waved to him. He motioned for her to get in the car, but Wendy politely declined and enjoyed her walk. She had a feeling he wanted to talk to her about something. Most likely, it would be about the dance. She didn't tell him that she wasn't going yet. But who knows? Maybe he wasn't going to bug her about the dance. To her, it didn't matter anyway.
In a few minutes, she arrived to see a few yellow school buses surrounding the high school as usual. She neared the school and walked towards her locker. She could see a figure playing with the locks and she rushed to see who it was. It was Wendell once again.
"Hey Wendy," he said in his usual sly tone, "Why'd you walk? It's colddd," he shivered.
She smiled at him and started on the lock, "It's a beautiful day!" She opened her locker, "Why? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
He had a faint look of shock but hid it immediately, "Oh yeah! I was wondering if you were going to the formal."
She threw some books into the locker and whispered to herself, "How did I guess?" and rolled her eyes.
"What?" he said, bending down to Wendy's level, trying to hear what she just said.
"Ah," she laughed and closed the locker; "it's nothing." She composed herself, "Nope, I'm not going. Why? Are you planning to?"
He gave her a look, "Yeah! Why wouldn't I? You should go too! You could be my date," he winked.
She walked away, knowing that Wendell would trail her to advisory. "Eh... I can't go," she said softly. She then increased her volume and said in a playful voice, "As much as I want to."
He paused and then cut in front of her, blocking her way, "And just why not? Give me a GOOD reason and I'll let you go on."
She grinned. She walked straight into Wendell and he backed up a bit. She thought of this as a basketball game and bypassed him. She went right past Wendell and increased her speed so she could be in advisory before Wendell. They didn't have the same advisory, but Wendell's was right across the hall. He could talk to her for a long time without being late to class.
A few seconds later after she arrived in advisory, Wendell went by and said to Wendy, "We'll talk in English!"
Wendy silently laughed after Wendell left the doorway. She shook her head and focused herself into the books. There was a homework assignment that she had to complete. Unfortunately, having a job was time consuming. Recently, Wendy found herself completing homework in almost all her classes. Wendy internally sighed and knew that there was nothing she could do about it. Advisory ended and Wendy completed her Spanish homework in time. She rushed to class and sat at her usual seat. There was only one more assignment she had to do and that was an English one.
During the subject of new conjugations and new vocabulary, Wendy finally finished her English homework and rested against the chair. Collin hadn't even asked her about the new things they were learning during the time she was doing it. Collin knew what would happen if he had, from experience. He almost had his head bit off when she was trying to concentrate on it; it caused a disturbance in the classroom and the two ended up with detentions. Wendy was, of course, late for work but wasn't in trouble since she was always punctual.
The rest of the class period was based on group work. So naturally Wendy and Collin paired up along with two other friends. They discussed the work and after they finished, they started talking about the Winter Formal. They continued to try and persuade Wendy to go. She refused for the ten-thousandth time and ran out once the bell rung. She hurried to Dance class and noticed a familiar tall, rustled figure blocking the entrance.
"I forgot I see you go into this class," he smirked, leaning against the doorway.
She gave him a look, "Ah! I can't go! I'm sorry Wendell!"
"Why not? Come on!" he pleaded.
She turned her head and whispered, "I can't tell you."
He thought for a moment. While deep in thought, Wendy saw this as a chance to enter the room. She tried to push him aside and run into the classroom but he was too hard to move. He snapped out of his trance and gave a yelp.
"Hey!" he said automatically, "Oh! I know! Do you not have a dress?"
She stared at him. That was the only thing she could do.
"Is that it? Really?" he said excitedly.
She didn't say anything but just stared at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Well," he started. Then he rubbed his nails against his chest and blew on it, saying, "Since I am at your service, I could supply you with a dress."
"You're kidding me," she gave him a look. Wendy really did want to go to the formal. But she couldn't just accept a dress.
"Of course! No charge. No strings attached. Well, except that I would like you to be my date," he grinned.
She gaped at him, "I can't, Wendell, I can't."
"Of course you can! Why can't you? Is it because your boss won't let you go? Who is he anyway?" he asked.
She gave him a confused look and moved to the side. Someone was going into the dance room. "Hey Greg," she said as he walked inside. She focused back on Wendell, who also moved aside, "It's not that my boss won't let me. It's that I can't accept the dress."
Wendell thought about for a second, "How about if I just give it to you as a rental? You'll give it back to me, okay?"
The second bell rung, interrupting Wendy's thoughts about her decision. Questions flooded her mind and she wondered what she would do. Wendell tried to rush her answer since he also had class to go to. After what it seemed to be a long while, Wendy finally replied.
"Fine, Wendell. I'll go with you to the formal."