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Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued
in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
Iwas living one big lie
-She Hates Me, Puddle of Mudd

He should have known the perfect date he had planned wasn't going to work; the manager of the 'Silver Pheasant' called Stan early Saturday morning, saying, "It's with our deepest apologies to inform you that we have unfortunatly overbooked our reservations, and we will have to cancel yours." Then the snooty man had hung up, leaving poor, bewildered Stan gawking and wanting to rip the phone chord right from the wall. He sighed through clenched teeth, pausing before dialing Wendy's number.

"Hello?"

The sound of her voice stirred the notorious butterflies, causing Stan to be eeringly quiet.

"Hello?" she repeated.

"Hey, Wendy," he said at last, smiling at the way her name rolled off his tongue.

"Oo, hey Stan! What's up? I'm excited for our date!"

"Yeah, about that," he said slowly, cautiously.

"You're not calling it off, are you?" her panic-struck voice screeched.

"No, no, I'm not.But, uh, the people from the restaurant called. They overbooked and had to cancel our reservations."

"Aw, that's too bad," she said, the disappointment in her voice thick and sickening. "So...what are we doing instead?"

"I don't know," he admitted, "But I'll think of something. I'll pick you up at the same time, no need to dress up anymore, I guess."

"Okay, Stan! I'll see you then! Bye!" Then she hung up.

Stan showed up at Wendy's at about six-thirty, wearing a nice red t shirt and jeans. He stood with his hands behind his back, rocking nervously from his heels to his toes. Beaming brightly when Wendy opened the door, he couldn't help but notice how much more beautiful she was when out of the shitty confines of the school. She wore a casual purple dress that rested right above her knees, and a small purple jacket. Her smooth, jet black hair was loose and flowing, and Stan found himself weak at the knees in her presence.

He brought his left hand from behind his back, revealing to Wendy a single red rose. She gasped with delight, throwing her arms around his neck and squealing. Stan shifted to allow the sudden weight adjustment and chuckled. He led her to his parents' car, opening the door for her and then closing it as she slunk in.

They arrived at Stark's Pond, much to Wendy's delight and dismay. "W-what are we doing here, Stan?" She tried to smile politely, but she knew it turned out disappointed.

"You'll see," Stan said simply, a charming sparkle in his eyes. "It's nothing big, but, it'll have to do." He was right; what he had planned wasn't big, but Bebe had given him the idea, and Bebe seemed to know what would charm Wendy. He got out of the car and went to the trunk, retrieving a large blanket and a basket. Wendy watched in the rear-view mirror, but she only saw the trunk of the car open. Stan shut it and grinned at her through his reflection in the mirror. "Table for two?" He said, holding up the blanket and basket. Wendy smiled softly. It wasn't extravegant, but it was sweet and that was enough for her.

He found a straight spot near the banks of the pond and rolled out the blanket. After setting the basket down, he went to open the door for Wendy. She slid out with such grace that Stan felt the familiar churn once more. He smiled softly and led her to the blanket, helping her get seated and then sitting in front of her. "You're quite the gentleman," she said, hidng a giggle behind her hand.

"Well, you are the lady," Stan said with a sarcastic smirk. Opening the picnic basket he revealed two sandwiches, two apples, and some other assorted foods. In one corner of the basket was Wendy's favorite desert, chocolate cupcakes. He handed her a sandwich, the disappointed look returning to her face. She unwrapped the palstic wrap from the sandwich and peeked inside to see what kind it was. A huge grin broke out on her face. "Peanut butter and jelly?" Stan nodded proudly.

"Grape Jelly. Remember the summer before third grade? I would always go over to your house and your mom would make us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." Wendy giggled and sighed, scooting closer to Stan. "That's so...cute, Stan. I can't believe you remembered that." She was yet even closer. "Thanks for reminding me," she continued, her voice low and soft. They smiled at each other for a few minutes before eating their meal.

Stan and Wendy had talked for an hour or so, but he noticed she seemed to grow more impatient by the second. She was right against him by now, resting her head on his shoulder. Every now and then she'd look at him with those enticing gray eyes of her, holding a certain begging look in them. Finally Stan was aware of a her soft hand trailing up his arm. "This was really sweet, Stan," Wendy said softly, nustling against him once more. "But it's getting a little...boring. If you know what I mean." She snickered cutely, looking up at him and winking.

Stan shook his head slowly, as if he wasn't sure how to answer it. "Well, no, I don't. I don't think this is boring. I'm having a gret time talking to you."

"Yeah," she agreed breathlessly and with lack of emotion, "But that wore off for a while. I've got other plans now. A proper thank you, if you will." She grinned mischeiviously, her hand trailing down to his thigh. Flinching, Stan grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I just told you. I'm thanking you." She glanced at him, an expression of annoyance on her face.

"Well, saying it willdo justfine," he sighed, looking at her nervously. He wasn't ready to 'fool around ' with her. Hell, it almost didn't feel like a date anymore.

"But," she whined, dropping her 'argument' after realizing she had nothing to say. After a few moments she spoke again. "Don't you want to have fun?"

"I was!"

"Well I wasn't Stan. Don't you realize how perfect it would be? I'm well aware of how you feel about me, why else would Kenny say so much shit to me about you? Why else would your cheeks turn that cute shade of red whenever I talk to you? And do you know how many girls oggle over you? You're like the hottest guy in school!"

Stan stared at her, his normally sparkling blue eyes now icy and cold. "You're shitting me."

Wendy mistook his anger for excitement and grinned, nodding. "No. I'm not."

"What the fuck?" He shouted, jumping to his feet and causing Wendy to fall over. "You just wanted to fuck around because it would look good? Dammit, Wendy, I thought you liked me!" He continued to shout swear words as he picked up the blanket and basket, and tossed them in the car and drove off, leaving Wendy alone and confused.

"Holy shit dude, that's fucking harsh." Kyle was sprawled out on his bed, staring at the tv with the remote in his hand. "I can't believe she did that. Well," he paused, debating whether or not he should say it, "Actually, I can. But didn't you straighten Wendy out, Kenny?"

"I thought I did," he said defensively, holding his hands up. "I guess the bitch got over it eventually. Maybe she hit her mother's liquor cabinet." Kenny glanced over at Stan, who was glaring at the screen. Once again he was in a foul mood, but he learned to control his anger.

"I thought she liked me," he stated again, fists clenching. "I can't believe I bought her bullshit."

"Yes, we heard that already, Romeo," Cartman spat, shoving more potato chips in his face. "You're such a fucking dildo, Stan." Ignoring the comment, Stan continued.

"I bet that's how she lures all those other guys," he said sludgingly, each word filled with more disgust than the first. "She acts like she cares about the guy and then fucks them over." He shook his head. "Obviously all the other guys don't care. But they seemed to have a little more than handjobs and suckfests in their relationships with her. I thought maybe I could get more of the minority, y'know?"

"Yeah," Kyle and Kenny agreed in unison.

"Listen Stan, you need to stop being such a chicken shit and talk to Wendy." They all looked up in shock at Cartman, who had offered some sort of advice.

"Why would I do that?"

"You like her, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Well," Cartman said matter-of-factly, "It seems to me it's the only plan you've got." Stan sighed and nodded slowly, but before he could agree Kenny spoke up.

"No, I've got another plan."

Stan rolled his eyes. "And what's that, Kenny?"

The notorious twinkle danced daringly in Kenny's eyes. "Well, Stanny-boy, you're going to make little miss Wendy jealous."