AN: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me a while to post this. These last few days have been pretty hectic with stuff going on and homework. A few days ago it was the weekend, plus Thanksgiving break, so I had more time to write and update everyday. Anyways, back to the important stuffs: you guys gave me reviews saying the last chapter wasn't descriptive enough and it went to fast, etc. I totally agree, now that I've looked over it. I probably shouldn't have posted it so fast. But oh well, what's done is done. I'll try to make these chapters better than the last! (Remember, this is my first fanfic, so it's not going to be perfect!)
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Skipping in the Meadow?!

It was only yesterday that I had my first date with Stan. Well, more like my first date ever. We are moving along really fast. I mean, I honestly don't think many new couples become official or kiss on their very first date.

I was lying on my purple bed, in my pink bedroom, thinking about everything going on in life.

I guess my bedroom was just the typical teenage girl bedroom: various posters hung up on the walls, homework piled up on my computer desk next to my laptop, comfy and fluffy lounging chair with a book in it, and of course, my new black enV cell phone sitting on top my dresser.

No girl was complete without her mobile phoning and text-messaging device. It was inhuman if you didn't have one.

As I stared ahead of me at the wall, my cell phone started to vibrate. I flipped it open and it read:

1 NEW UNREAD TXT MESSAGE 1:07pm
From: Stan
hey u wanna go out to the park down the street?

I smiled before typing in 'sure.'

There was an old playground down the street, about a ten minute walk from my house, that people sometimes went to hang out at. Little kids used to play on it a lot, but ever since the teens started to think it was cool to hang out there, the kids abandoned it.

In a way I felt bad for the kids, but that was before they built a huge new playground. Then I didn't care.

My little black enV vibrated again, this time saying:

1 NEW UNREAD TXT MESSAGE 1:09pm
From: Stan
ok i will swing by ur house shortly. c u then.

I flipped my phone shut and slipped it into my jean pocket.

Today's clothes were light blue washed-out flare jeans and a dark blue American Eagle shirt.

I slipped on my jacket and went outside to wait for Stan. Plus, it was actually a somewhat of a nice day out, and I wanted to enjoy it.

Standing on my doorstep, I took a deep breath of the clean Colorado air. As it went into my lungs it tickled me with its icy touch, but in a pleasant way.

I started walking around my yard, hearing my shoes crunch into the white snow. I looked out beyond the snowy mountains and into the horizon, wondering about the earth's beauty.

People always called me a tree-hugger, which in a way I was. I loved everything about the earth. Every small part of nature was beautiful to me. I loved the small, snowy mountain town I lived in, though a lot of people didn't. They claimed it to be 'too cold' or 'too snowy' for their taste. However, I felt differently. I loved everything about it, from its icy hilltops to each snow-covered blade of grass.

I watched as two white and puffy birds come out from the trees, flying around in circles and nipping playfully at one another. As if there wasn't a care in the world, they continued to play for a long while during their joyful flight.

I was awestruck at their grace and beauty while they were airborne: their synchronized wing beats, the diving and soaring they did around each other.

As I watched the two birds skim the treetops, two arms came around my waist, pulling my back into a chest.

"Hey," Stan whispered into my ear.

"Hi," I told him back, turning around to give him a hug.

Once he released me, he asked "What were you looking at so intently?"

"The birds and the nature. It's so beautiful…" I trailed off, glancing up to the clear blue sky again.

"Ah," he began, "Yeah, it is pretty cool."

"So," I said, intertwining my fingers with his, "Are you ready to go to the park?"

"Yes," he said, and we began walking.

It was pretty silent on the way to the park, both of us just happy to be together.

We passed by my old elementary school, the grocery store, Tom's Rhinoplasty and many homes.

When we finally got to the park, and I sat down on a swing.

"Want me to push you?" Stan asked.

"Stan, that's childish. I'm just sitting down," I said.

He then leaned down right into my face, murmuring "Just because it's childish doesn't mean it's not fun."

He then started to push me.

"Stan, no! What if somebody sees me? What if—" But I never got to finish my sentence because I was giggling and screaming for him not to push me too high.

He began to laugh with me, watching me have fun.

The swing would go up and down, and so would I. I would see the ground and then the blue sky. I didn't really care who saw me at this point, because it was just a joy to me to be here with Stan.

After a minute or two, I ceased laughing and just kept letting him push me. He eventually stopped and just let the swing swing until it stopped.

Stan went to sit on the swing next to me, and I got up and sat in his lap. He then made us go back and forth in the slightest rocking motion.

I looked up at him into his deep blue eyes. He was looking into the horizon; he seemed to be thinking. I decided to start up a simple conversation with him.

We ended up talking about our childhoods, adventures that had happened in our past, and our families. As we talked I noticed the sky turn yellow, pink, purple and orange – slowly, but surely.

I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket at the time read 6:17pm.

"Stan, have you ever been to Stark's Pond?" I wondered aloud.

"Um… yeah I think I checked it out when I was walking around the first day I moved here."

"Okay, well let's go then. It's really pretty around this time; the colors from the sky reflect in the pond."

I got off of him and we started to walk toward Stark's Pond.

Once we got there, we went around to the opposite side of the pond.

"You're right, it is pretty," Stan said, observing the water.

I smiled at him. He then lay down and invited me to do so with him. I did so, snuggling up to him.

We had been lying there for a while watching the sky, when we heard singing. It was definitely a guy and a girl singing: one tenor, one soprano.

"Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day! I've got a beautiful feeling, everything's going my way!"

My first occurring thought was that the song was totally wrong to sing at that time of day, considering it's almost night and they were singing about morning. However, I quickly discarded that thought. I was only interested in seeing who was singing.

Stan and I got up, positioning ourselves on our elbows, looking across the meadow behind Stark's Pond where the voices were coming from.

Then, two figures came up over the hill prancing around and singing while holding hands. As those figures came closer, they appeared to be… I frowned. No, that can't be right. It can't be them.

Sure enough, as those figures got even closer, there was no doubt that the bouncing red-haired boy and the frolicking blonde-haired girl where none other than Kyle and Bebe.

Bebe was skipping around and singing. Alright, that's totally normal for a girl, if you're really all that happy, and she definitely was. But Kyle? Kyle? Why was Kyle singing and prancing around like a freaking unicorn?

Stan must have been coming up with the same realizations and questions as me, because his jaw was dropped and his expression was completely and utterly dumbfounded.

The happy couple continued to sing and dance like nobody was watching them. Or they thought that nobody was watching them. Oh how wrong they were…

Stan, coming out of his dumbstruck coma, started laughing hysterically. He rolled around, pounding his fists into the ground, and making no attempt to be quiet.

Kyle and Bebe immediately stopped singing and looked our way. There expressions were horror-struck. Once they noticed it was only Stan and I, their expressions softened but then turned into downright embarrassment.

Kyle was even worse than Bebe: his face was a ripe cherry-red while Bebe's was a light pink.

They both then ran over to us; my face was still transfixed into an expression similar to what Stan's had looked like.

"Hey Wendy," Bebe said, her face still a delicate shade of pink.

"Hi…?" I answered like a question; I was still semi-confused about the whole situation.

Stan sat back up with grass stains all over his shirt, finally through with his laughing session.

"Stan, I can explain," Kyle hurriedly began.

"Dude! You looked like such a fag!" Stan burst out.

"No, dude. Um, Bebe told me to and if I didn't do it she would have hurt me."

"I did not!" Bebe exclaimed, and then came over with a fit of giggles.

"Damn Kyle, you're such a pussy!" Stan told his friend.

"Stan that's not very nice," I intervened.

"No, Wendy, I think Kyle has the right to know how much of a pussy he was being for future reference. I mean, what if Cartman was here while Kyle did that?"

"Oh my god dude, that would've been like hell," Kyle said, shuttering at the thought.

Stan smiled a twisted smile.

Kyle noticed this and freaked out. "STAN! I know what you're thinking, but please don't tell anybody!" he begged.

"Oh Kyle, why would I ever do that?" Stan said bitter sweetly, putting a questionable amount of emphasis in his words.

"Stan, if you do that I swear to god I will get you back somehow and it'll be ten times worse than what you say about me!" Kyle threatened, anxiety present in his expression.

Stan's twisted smile became eerily wicked. "Just what would you threaten me with, Kyle?"

"I-I would…" Kyle stuttered, obviously trying to find something that Stan would freak out about.

"I'm waiting," Stan told him arrogantly.

Kyle continued to look at the sky, until his face brightened and his smile mirrored Stan's. "I would tell everybody in the school that you got Wendy pregnant."

Bebe and I gasped simultaneously. Stan's smile faltered.

"Kyle, that's not even funny," he said.

Seeing Stan's expression, Kyle's smile disappeared almost instantaneously. "I'm sorry Stan, I didn't mean it, I was just… I don't know…" He trailed off, looking at Stan cautiously.

"Hey dude, no big deal, don't worry about it. Jesus, you worry about everything Kyle! But I guess your idea of freaking me out worked. Sorry, the idea just kind of pissed me off, because you know I would never do something like that to Wendy right now."

Right now. I repeated the words in my head. Did he mean he might do that to me… later? Get me… pregnant? The idea was kind of awkward, but in a way kind of intriguing…

"Oh," Kyle's voice interrupted my thoughts at once. "Okay, that's good."

Stan smiled smugly. "Don't worry Kyle, I won't tell anybody about your little incident," Stan said, using his fingers to quote 'incident'.

Kyle and Bebe smiled together. They looked so adorable.

We all chatted for a long time, until the point where the moon was shining brightly in the dark sky.

Stan and I were lying on our backs, his arm around me. Kyle and Bebe were in a similar position. We were all looking up at the stars; there were so many.

There was a soft breeze that made Bebe's tendrils and my straight hair flutter around lightly. I looked over at Stan whose jet black hair was gleaming brightly in the moonlight. I reached over and ran my fingers through it delicately.

He smiled slightly, and let me continue. My fingers went from his hair down to his face, as I stroked his cheek bones, to his jaw. He turned to face me while I kept touching him. I traced his entire face, memorizing it.

Gently, almost cautiously, he wrapped his arms around my waste and pulled my on top of him. He was a little stiff, probably waiting if I would mind him doing this. So, to tell him it was alright, I rested my head on his chest and sighed contently.

I was facing Kyle and Bebe, who appeared to my kissing and whispering, but I couldn't really be sure because they were facing the opposite direction.

With the light wintry breeze blowing by me, I shivered. Stan felt my shiver too, so, careful not to move me too much, he took off his jacket and put it around me. I instantly warmed up with the heat his body had put into the jacket, but I frowned.

"You'll be cold," I told him with a stern expression.

"Don't worry about me; I'm a guy, I never get cold," he said.

I raised my eyebrow, giving him an I-do-not-believe-you-at-all expression, but he just smiled brightly. He put his arms around me, hugging me tight to his chest.

"Now I have your body heat, so there is no way I could be cold," he said intelligently.

"Your arms--" I began,

"--are perfectly fine," he finished.

I wasn't convinced, but gave up as I snuggled into him further.

As my eyelids started to droop, I realized how tired I was. I knew that it was probably really late and my parents were worried sick. Right now, I didn't care at all. I was too happy.

However, right then, my cell phone vibrated. I groaned and reached into my back pocket to get it after Stan released me.

He sat up with me still in his lap to give me a better position to examine my phone. I flipped it open and it read:

1 NEW UNREAD TXT MESSAGE 11:07pm
From: Mom
Honey! Where are you? It's already 11. Come home soon!

I sighed and typed back, 'Mom its only 11. dont freak. im with stan kyle and bebe. i probably wont b home tonight but ill b home 2morrow sometime. love you. bye.'

I turned my phone off, flipped it shut and put it back into my pocket.

"What was that?" Stan questioned.

"My mom," I informed him, "She wanted to know where I was. I told her that I was with you and that I might not be home until tomorrow."

He smiled and I returned the gesture.

"I probably should text my mom the same thing…" he said while reaching for his phone and texting his mom. He then turned it off and flipped it shut as well. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to lay down.

I obliged by gently pushing him back down to the ground and regained my position on his chest. I looked up at him and kissed him softly for a little while.

We pulled away after a little while, just staring at each other, not saying anything. It was just one of those meaningful silences where nothing needs to be said, but everything is meant.

Deciding I was just too tired to stay up any longer, I laid my head back on his chest and closed my eyes. He rubbed my back soothingly while humming quietly. I fell asleep listening to the beautiful sound of his voice.

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AN: How did you guys like chapter four? Love it? Hate it? Are characters out of character? Are they in character? Again, sorry for the long time it took to update!