Chapter Three: Night on the Town
Wednesday Night...
"Oh my gosh, Stan! That was the best movie I've ever seen! I so have to buy it when it comes out on DVD!" Sandy repeated herself in a giddy way.
Stan sweat dropped. "Glad you liked it so much."
According to Sandy, she had laughed crying, had cried laughing, and pretty much everything in between. This made Stan think she was psychotic and wonder what Maxwell was getting himself into. Plus, he didn't think School of Rock was THAT good.
'Oh well... at least she had a good time,' he said to himself, smiling.
Sandy's cell phone suddenly rang. She quickly grabbed it from her purse. Stan had a look of amazement etched on his face. Usually, her bag was so cluttered and full of crap, she had to empty it out just to find something.
"Candace organized it for me," Sandy informed after seeing her brother's expression. She then picked up the phone.
"Hello? Candace?...Stan? Yeah, he's right here...Sure." Both siblings had the same confused look on as Sandy handed her phone to Stan.
"Hello?"
"Stan? Hi, I'm Candace-"
"That I am aware of."
"Smart ass... Anyway, can you do me a HUGE favor?"
"I can do more than that, babe."
"STANLEY!" Sandy yelled. Candace laughed.
"What do you need?" Stan asked.
"Well, seeing as you are the bride's brother, you should know her best, right?"
"Yeah...What are you getting at?"
"Could you ask her something for me?"
"Sure. Hold on." Stan turned around to his sister. "Hey, Sandy, Ca-"
"No, you idiot! Don't let her know I asked it! And, when you do ask, make it subtle!" Candace fake-yelled and began to laugh.
"Oh...Sorry, Candace," Stan apologized and smiled.
"Stan...?" Sandy asked. Stan looked at her, annoyed.
"Ugh...I'm kinda on the phone, sis."
"Weren't you gonna ask me something?"
"Um...Yeah, but I forgot." Sandy frowned. "Don't worry, it wasn't important." She gave him a look. "Really." She let it go, figuring he was just being his stupid self.
"Hey, I'm back," he said
"Okay. Anyway, I need to know what her favorite pastel colors are," Candace said.
"What for?" She sighed. "I'm just curious," he defended.
"Dresses. And please have her put them in order."
"Order?" Candace sighed again.
"Say, for example, she likes pink, then blue. That's in order, if that makes sense."
"Oh...Okay. Sure."
"Thanks. See ya around!"
Click.
Stan closed his sister's flip phone and handed it to her.
"So, what'd she want?" Sandy asked.
"What else, other than me?" Stan smirked.
Sandy sighed. "You're hopeless..."
-.-.-.
"Here, sis," Stan said, handing Sandy a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone with his left paw and holding his strawberry pecan one in his right.
"Thanks, Stanley! You like, know me too well, bro." Sandy smiled widely as they walked past a florist's shop. Stan saw his chance.
"Hey, Sandy... Would you say those lilacs are a good color?" Stan pointed to the light purple flowers.
"Mmhm. They're pretty."
"Would you say that they're your favorite pastel color?"
"Candace wants to find dresses, doesn't she?"
"Ugh...no! I'm just curious about...the flowers you want on the altar! I mean, nothing else ruins the wedding scene more than crappy flowers." Stan laughed nervously.
"Maxy and I have already agreed on tiger lilies and white roses, and Candace is going to talk to a friend to get them for a cheaper price," Sandy said in a matter-of-fact tone. Stan knew he was busted. "Tell her that she's done enough for us. But, if she absolutely wants to help with the dresses, tell her white and silver for me and identical dresses in different colors for the bridesmaids, based on the girls' favorites."
"Alright. Do you want me to tell her you want to see the dress before she gets it?"
"No. I want to be surprised because she has a totally hip fashion sense. And I'm sure I'll absolutely love whatever she picks out. I swear, we like all the same brands, it's crazy!"
'Wow, Maxy was right. Me and Candace are getting along great...' Sandy smiled.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
"Alright. Well, here's your house. Good night, sis. I love ya." Stan kissed her cheek as the two hugged.
" 'Night, Stanley. I had a wonderful time." Sandy walked up the steps and opened the door. All the lights were out, except the one in the kitchen.
'Everyone must be asleep,' Stan thought. 'I didn't think we were out THAT late!' He looked at his watch. Ten thirty-two.
Stan began to walk off, not noticing that Sandy had forgotten to shut the door until someone called: "Good night, Stan."
Stan turned around and became completely transfixed with a pair of the most lovely brown eyes. He stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, numb and breathless as the giggling figure with the flowing brunette ham-hair and pearls for teeth went into the house and turned off the light.
Her presence lingered, making the dark stillness of the night ripple and swoon with the echoes of her laughter. Had his sister befriended an angel or had he just imagined her? And, if she was real, was the girl even Candace? His questions were silenced by a very pleasant, yet vague feeling. It reminded him of the phone conversation he had earlier that night. Maybe his "someday" had come...maybe...
