Date

Author's Note: Sorry if there are a lot of spelling mistakes or screw ups in here – I was in a hurry to post this cause I'm just wicked tired, but I wanted to get it up before I went to bed. Again, I apologize and don't flame me for it!

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The rest of science class passed by in a blur. Stan and I had absolutely no idea what was going on. While the teacher lectured on in her little bouncy fashion, we were caught up in an intense game of footsies.

Honestly I tried… I tried so hard to shut up and not giggle, and I think Stan did too, but that just wasn't happening. At one point, I let out this high pitched-screech because Stan won our game by keeping my foot under his for 3 seconds.

I got weird looks from the class. Ms Appilinda paused, but then acted like nothing happened and continued on with her speech.

I love that woman already. Stan and I have been completely ignoring her and whispering; all in all a pretty rude thing to do to a teacher, but Ms Appilinda didn't care.

"Since this is the first day of school, there will be no homework assigned tonight!" announced the teacher.

Stan and I heard that.

"Yes! I think this is the perfect class to have a nice teacher in, but if we continue to not listen, we had better study extra hard," said Stan as we walked down the hallways to our lockers.

"Stan, what's your locker number?" I asked.

"Um… 1011 I think. Yeah, that's right."

"Oooooh we have lockers almost right next to each other! Mine is locker 1009."

Stan smiled, and we continued down the hallways to our lockers.

Once we reached them, I opened mine up. It was completely blue. I grabbed my stuff, said my farewells to Stan (he was waiting for Kyle), and headed towards the bus.

Before I could get on, a blur of blonde collided into me, hugging me so tight that I couldn't breathe.

"Bebe… can't… breathe!" I spit out.

"Oh, sorry," she released me. "But oh my god! I heard some rumor that you blew yourself up in chemistry and died! I mean, it couldn't have been true; it was just a rumor! But I started to hyperventilate and freak out during my last block! But now you're here, right in front of me, and in one piece! Isn't that amazing?" Bebe was breathing heavily; she was talking way too fast.

"Oh, and oh my god, Kyle is in my last class! We both have Social Studies together! We talked and got to know each other, and OH MY GOD I LIKE HIM SO MUCH! Like, you have no idea. I totally want to go out with him or something, but, grr, I couldn't ask him now! It's way too early! It would seem kind of stalker-ish, if you know what I'm talking about?"

"Um…" I started to say, trying to take in everything Bebe had said in such a short amount of time, "Yeah, I guess it would."

"Okay, maybe Friday or something. I wonder if he likes me too…" she trailed off, going on the bus and taking her seat.

I sat down next to her. We (or more like she) continued in animated discussion about our first day.

Eventually, Red and Kenny got on the bus. They took the seat across from us, but paid us no attention; they were too busy kissing and giggling to notice.

Then that beautiful ice blue-eyed boy and Kyle walked onto the bus. Stan looked up, searching for something. He locked eyes with me, smiled a pearly white smile, and came over to sit in the seat behind Bebe and I. Kyle sat down behind Bebe, and Stan behind me.

"Hey Wendy," greeted a joyful Stan.

"Hey Bebe," greeted an equally joyful Kyle.

Bebe and I looked at each other, giggled, and said "Hey," in unison.

Stan and Kyle were like twins in a way; they both had beautiful eyes, beautiful hair, and they were just… beautiful. There was no other way to put it. Plus, they were best friends.

Unfortunately, our stop was the first stop. So, we reluctantly said goodbye, and got off the bus. Bebe and I then parted, and I went home thinking about Stan with a warm and fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

The rest of the week passed by really fast. Stan was right, I did have to study really hard for science at home. It was worth it though, anything was worth Stan. In the five school days we became fast friends. Well, maybe friends for him, but I definitely liked him more than that.

It was the end of science class. The bell had just rung, and Stan and I were gathering our books.

"Hey, Wendy…" he started hesitantly.

"Yeah, Stan?"

"I was wondering if… maybe tonight you wanted to catch a movie or something?" he said. Nervousness was prominent on his expression, but his eyes glittered with hope.

"You mean like a… date?" I asked. I was so hopeful.

"Yeah," he said, looking at me sheepishly.

"Yes! I'd love to!" I exclaimed.

His smile was huge. "Okay. Can I have your address? I can pick you up at seven tonight," he added.

"Kay," I gave him my address and cell phone number. He gave me his too.

"Alright then, I'll see you on the bus for the few short minutes you're on there." He smirked.

"Kay," I repeated, and walked to my locker, got my things, and headed onto the bus in a dream-like state.

"What's up with you Wendy? I can't get a decent conversation out of you today," Bebe said.

"That's because Stan and I have a date tonight," I answered in a spaced-out tone.

Bebe's scream deafened the whole bus.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH STAN TONIGHT?" she shrieked.

She screamed again, and everybody covered their ears. Thank god Stan wasn't on the bus yet.

"Bebe, shut up! It's not that big of a deal!" That was a total lie. It was a huge of a big deal to me, if that made any sense.

"Wendy, it is a big deal! You have never gone out with anybody! Sure; guys have asked you, but you turned them all down."

"That's because none of the guys caught my eye…"

"But Stan did," she finished for me.

"Yeah,"

At that moment, a very happy-looking Stan walked on the bus, with a very nervous-looking Kyle behind him.

They came down and took their usual seat behind Bebe and I.

Stan grabbed my ponytail (yes, I had been wearing one that day), and pulled on it gently.

"Okay," he whispered into my ear, "for tonight, you don't need to dress up or anything. It's just a casual date to the movies, you know?"

I turned around to face him and whispered back, "Well, I'm a girl. You know I'm going to make myself look nice."

"Um… Bebe?" Stan and I looked over to Kyle, who was blushing really hard.

"Yes, Kyle?"

"Um… I was wondering if maybe on Saturday… maybe you wanted to go on a date with me? Like to the movies, or out to dinner, or something?" he, just like Stan, looked up at her sheepishly after he asked her out.

"YES KYLE! I mean, yeah, that would be really fun," Bebe answer, blushing just like Kyle. They kept staring at each other until they erupted into a huge fit of giggles.

Stan and I looked at each other, and started giggling as well.

Everybody begun to talk in casual conversation after our laughter died down. Only two soon did the bus stop in front of that familiar neighborhood of mine.

"I'll see you tonight," Stan told me in a sweet whisper. I giggled and blushed again. I couldn't stop giggling around him! Grr! I turned around, and felt him staring at me as I walked off the bus. Bebe came off after me.

"I had to go get ready!" she practically shrieked.

"Bebe, your date isn't until tomorrow."

"Yeah, but I have to find the perfect outfit and the perfect makeup style!" she ran off.

"Oh Bebe…" I mumbled to myself. She was so fun; I loved her so much.

I ran home to get ready for my date with Stan.

"Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!" I screamed to her once I got in my house.

"What dear? Is something wrong?" She appeared in the doorway leading into the kitchen.

"No, Mom! I have a date tonight!" I gasped.

Mom gasped as well. "What's his name? What grade is he in? Where are you going?" she questioned me.

"His name is Stan Marsh, and he is a junior just like me. He just moved here from Washington, so he is new. And we are just going to the movies, so don't worry about it."

"Oh honey… that's so sweet,"

"Yeah, now I have to go in my bedroom and get ready for tonight. So don't interrupt, please. Thanks!" With that, I turned around and headed upstairs into my bedroom.

"Oh, what to wear, what to wear…" I repeated to myself.

After a while, I decided with some tight flare jeans that were slightly faded, and a brown lace shirt from Hollister to compliment my eyes.

After I had that on, it was 6pm. Stan would be here in one hour!

I ran into the bathroom and added touch-ups to my makeup. I rummaged through my drawers and finally found the tube of liquid eyeliner I wanted. It was clear, liquid sparkles; I knew that in a dark place with a little light (like a dark movie theatre with the light from the screen) would make my eyes sparkle a lot, and it looked really nice. I put little lines of it over my eyes.

"Perfect," I whispered.

I inspected my face and body, and considered myself acceptable. It was time to do my hair.

My straight black hair was pretty boring to me, but I never had anytime to do anything with it. Since I had time tonight, a hairdo was needed badly; I wet it, sprayed mousse all over it, and scrunched it with my hands. Once the mousse dried, my hair was really wavy. It fell down in stiff, but pretty, tendrils around my face. My hair even smelled nice! I laughed with my success in my hair, declared myself presentable for my date, and headed downstairs to wait for Stan.

"Oh, Wendy! You look beautiful!" my Mom exclaimed. She laughed excitedly and came over to me to play with my hair. "My beautiful little girl, going on her first date…"

"Okay Mom, please don't get all mushy with me," I said, moved away so she couldn't play with my hair.

"Alright Hun, but that little boy is going to be here any moment; its 6:59."

My heart skipped a beat. I was so excited, but a little nervous.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. Time seemed to pass by so slowly. It seemed forever had already passed when it was only 7:01pm. I had begun to drum my fingers against the couch waiting for Stan.

At 7:03, the doorbell rang. I gasped, and ran over to the door. I opened it, and there stood Stan. He wore baggy khakis, and another band t-shirt bearing the name Atreyu. It was fit nicely around his body, not baggy, but not skin-tight. He looked over me appreciatively and smiled.

I smiled back. "Hey," I said.

"Hey. Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just need to get my purse so I can pay for my ticket," I began to turn around, but he caught my hand.

"Wendy, don't worry about this. I'm taking you on this date, so I'm going to pay for your ticket."

Hearing this, my mother sighed happily. She must be thinking he was really sweet, which he was.

"Stan, I…"

"Nope," he murmured, putting a finger to my lips, "You are not paying tonight."

"Kay…" I said, giving up.

"Hey Mrs. Testaburger, I'm taking Wendy out now. I'll have her home around 10 tonight," Stan said politely.

"Okay, you kids be safe!" my mom called.

Stan nodded at my mother, put his arm around my shoulders, and let me out to his car. He had a really nice blue Honda.

We got in his car, and he started to drive off.

"You look really nice tonight Wendy," Stan complimented.

"Oh, thanks. I know you told me not to dress up, but as I said, I'm a girl and I dressed up anyways." I told him.

He laughed. "Yeah, so much for telling you not to do that. Well, I'm glad you did, because as I said, you look really nice."

I blushed.

We chatted for a while until we got to the movie theatre. We decided to see a horror movie. Horror movies scare the crap out of me, but whatever. He looked excited to see it.

"Do you like horror movies a lot?" I asked him as we walked into the theatre.

"Yeah, I love them. Sometimes they make me have nightmares, but they are really fun to watch."

I snickered. "Guys don't usually admit to being scared of having nightmares after horror movies."

"Oh well, I just did," he said matter-of-factly.

We sat in the back of the theatre. I guess we made it there just in time, because the previews started rolling immediately. After a few minutes the movie started.

Oh my god that was the freaking scariest movie I had ever seen. At one point, some random guy popped out of the middle of nowhere and cut off a girl's head with a knife. I shrieked so loud and covered my face in my hands.

Stan put a comforting arm around my shoulders. I snuggled into him, laying my head on his shoulder. He then lay his head on top of mine. I laced my fingers through his and held his hand on the armrest. We continued to watch the rest of the movie like this. Whenever I gasped, he would rub my arm in a comforting gesture and murmur, "It's okay Wendy, it's okay. It's just a movie, don't worry about it."

After two long, horrific hours, the movie finally ended.

"Oh my god, that was so scary," I told him, still in our little position.

"Are you sure you're okay, Wendy? You screamed a lot during that movie, you know."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just as long as you're here," I told him, looking up into his blue eyes.

"I'm here Wendy. You can talk to me whenever you need to,"

I sighed contently. "Okay," I breathed.

We got up, and drove back to my house holding hands in his car.

"Wendy," he started as he drove, "I know this is just the first date and everything, but I really like you. And I wanted to know if you wanted to be my girlfriend?"

As he finished his sentence, we pulled into my driveway. He pulled the key out of the ignition and locked eyes with me.

"Stan," I began, taking his other hand into mine so both of our hands were laced together. "Of course I'd like to be your girlfriend. That would be amazing,"

His eyes shown with real emotion for a moment before saying, "I think I had better get you back inside. I said I'd have you home by 10 and its 9:50."

"Okay," I agreed.

He walked me to my doorstep, and looked into my eyes.

"Well I guess this is goodbye. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow or something," he told me.

I just looked at him, not wanted to tell him goodbye yet.

He raised our laced fingers and stroked my cheek, and leaned in to give me a soft kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes, and it was over as soon as it had begun. I wasn't ready for it to be over, so I took control, wrapping my arms around his neck and stretching on my toes to give him a real kiss. We continued to kiss passionately for about fifteen seconds, and then broke apart with my arms still around his neck and his around my waist. We stared into each other's eyes for seemingly an eternity, and then we released each other.

"Goodnight Stan," I told him sweetly.

"Goodnight Wendy," he said passionately.

I stepped inside, and turned to look at him once more. I smiled. He returned the gesture with his beautiful teeth. With that last glance, I shut the door and headed up to my bedroom.