AN: Hola! Okay, so just so everybody has this clear, it's going to take me longer to update on the weekdays because of school, but on the weekends I'll update pretty fast. Sooooo now that that is totally clear, on with chapter 5! (REVIEW!!! I beg of thee!)
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Lying in the Snow

My eyes were closed as I slowly regained consciousness after my very long and deep slumber.

I had been having the most wonderful dream – so wonderful that I didn't want it to end. I fought with myself internally so stay asleep. No! No Stan! Stay with me, don't go! I thought to myself.

In my dream, I had met this beautiful boy named Stan which I fell in love with and everything was perfect. It had been absolutely amazing. We had gone to the movies one night, and the next day we went to the park and Stark's Pond… Wait a second…

I suddenly realized that there was very cold air all around me. Huh, that's strange. Generally when you're in your own bed you would think that you should be rather warm.

As I regained full consciousness I breathed in and out. I felt a cold, powdery substance underneath my back. I felt around in it with my hands. Snow. The word came to my almost instantaneously.

Just then, I felt somebody shift their body right next to me. That one movement brought back all of my recollections of the previous day. That dream had been reality.

I opened my eyes only to be blinded by sunlight. "Ouch!" I mumbled, but I didn't care about the sunlight. All that was important was to see Stan's face and know he was with me.

Surely enough, once I sat up and turned around, Stan was there. He was sitting up too, staring at me. His beauty seemed to brighten the whole pond and meadow, if that was even possible.

"Are you finally awake?" he whispered.

I smiled shyly. "Yeah,"

"Shhh…" he silenced, gesturing over to the sleeping Kyle and Bebe. They were nestled together in the snow.

"Oops, sorry I forgot they were here," I murmured.

He smirked.

"How long have you been up?" I asked him.

"Oh, about an hour," he said quietly.

"What have you been doing the whole time?" I questioned him, puzzled.

"I just looked around the field and pond, and watched you sleep. You're actually pretty entertaining while you sleep. You talk," he told me.

"What did I say?" I asked him hurriedly.

He read my worried expression, and his face mirrored mine. "What's wrong with me watching you?"

I blushed. "Sometimes I say really weird things when I sleep, things that don't even make sense. It's really embarrassing sometimes…" I trailed off in thought. "Once I had a sleepover with Bebe and Red, and when I woke up, they told me I had been singing about watermelons in my sleep. Then I said something about ducks and wondering why they quack. I don't even know why I said it though, because I didn't have a dream about either of those things."

"Well," he began wisely, "Lots of times people don't even remember what they dream when they wake up."

"Oh well I knew that."

His face fell. "Wendy you're too smart. I could never know half the stuff you know now in my lifetime," he commented.

"Well, I like to learn; I study a lot. Some people even call me a nerd in school."

"Well you're definitely not a nerd. Nerds are usually really geeky and ugly, and you're not either of those things… especially that last one," he said, tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, "You're beautiful."

I blushed. "Thanks Stan. You're beautiful yourself too, you know. Beautiful in the guy way," I added when I saw his questioning look.

He smiled widely. "Thanks Wendy."

There was a silence, and I took advantage of that by reaching over to stroke his cheek before leaning in for a kiss.

He kissed me back gently, taking my face in his hands. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him to me tightly, further deepening the kiss.

We both got pretty excited, never having kissed like this, and I scrambled into his lap, kissing him harder. He returned the kiss just as much as I did, so I knew he had absolutely no problem with it. Not that I ever thought he would have had a problem with it, because guys will never pass up kissing a girl.

He kept pulling me closer to him, even though I was pretty sure we were as close as humanly possible. I pushed him down and we both fell over on to the snow, me on top of him. After about thirty seconds of our make-out session on the ground, we broke apart, gasping for air.

"What… was… that?" Stan asked in between gulps of air. He wasn't angry at all; if you ask me, he looked extremely happy. His face was bright, his clear blue eyes sparkling.

"I… don't… know…" I told him, still breathing hard. "I guess I just… lost… control…"

We paused so we could regain our breath.

"Well, I'm not complaining," Stan told me, "Actually, I think you should loose control more often." He winked at me.

"Well, maybe I will," I said, trying to sound seductive.

His expression turned into total shock, and his jaw dropped. I couldn't hold my act together; I bursted out laughing.

Stan smiled tentatively, and blushed. I guess he thought I was serious. Well, maybe one day I'll be serious…

We heard a yawn from our side, and turned our attention to Kyle who was rubbing his eyes while Bebe started to sit up.

I got off of Stan who just sat up and pulled me back into his lap.

"Good morning you guys," I said, watching them get resituated lazily.

"What time is it?" Kyle gurgled.

"Um…" I said as I pulled my cell phone out and turned it on. "It's 10:37."

"Ugh my mom is going to kill me! I never told her where I was… I just kind of fell asleep here. God, knowing her she has probably gotten the whole town looking for me!" he said hastily.

"Well Kyle, since we are only at Stark's and are plainly visible from across the pond, I think that if your mom had gotten the town looking for us that we would have been found by now," I told him.

"Oh yeah…" Kyle said, starring off into space while considering the information I had just given him.

"Kyle, I think we should go shopping today!" said Bebe excitedly.

"Right, but let's stop by my house first so I can tell my mom we were okay. We should probably stop by your house too," he added.

Kyle and Bebe got up to leave, saying there farewells. As they walked away, Bebe started to skip, trying to get Kyle to skip with her. He must have given in, because he started to skip too.

"Don't be a fag Kyle!" Stan called.

"Shut up asshole!" Kyle shouted over his shoulder.

Stan chuckled. "Want to go back to your house? You can show me around inside," he suggested.

"Sure," I said, taking his hand.

We started off back to my house, smiling all the way there.

It's been months since Stan and I first got together. It's still winter, but summer will come soon.

The snow was still just as cold as ever. The animals started to come up out of their holes from hibernating, ready for summer to come.

During school, all of the girls with their boyfriends would look at Stan and me enviously. It was as if they wished their relationships were as good as ours.

We would never argue about anything, expect for those little couple arguments about things like who is cuter and who kisses best.

My parents loved Stan, and Stan's parents loved me which was really good. Plus, both sets of parents liked each other, which was fantastic. If Stan and I were on the sofa watching a movie all snuggled up, they thought it was absolutely adorable.

We were also never afraid to show that we were together. We definitely displayed that publicly, but not too much; we saved the intense kissing for when we were alone.

Today was Friday, and this Friday was more exciting than most Fridays, because it was Stan and I's four month anniversary. I had gotten him a little teddy bear that was holding a heart that said "Forever and Always" on it. It wasn't much, but I thought it was pretty cute. Plus, it wasn't supposed to be a big deal gift.

Stan and I had planned to meet at my house at 5pm because my parents weren't home. I didn't really know what we were going to do, I guessed we were just going to hang out and watch a movie or something.

"Okay," Stan said to me during the end of science class, "I'll be at your house at 5pm sharp, and we can hang out and watch a movie. Sound good?"

Ah, my prediction was right.

"Yup, sounds great!" I said excitedly.

Just then, the bell rang.

"Okay class, today I'm going to be nice and give you no homework!" Ms Appilinda said in a sing-song voice while bouncing.

The class cheered and filed out one by one out of the door.

Stan and I collected our books. As we walked by Ms Appilinda's desk she asked us, "So, I've been hearing that it's your guy's four month anniversary. Is that true?"

We looked at each other, grinned, and said "Yes,"

Apparently everybody knows it's our four month anniversary. That's weird.

"Oh that's so nice!" she sang, "Most couples in high school don't last all that long nowadays! I'm so happy for you two! Have fun!" she rambled in one breath.

We smiled at her, waved goodbye, and headed to our lockers.

We got our books, slammed the lockers, and went to the bus with our fingers intertwined. Once we got on, we sat in a seat and talked excitedly about tonight.

Kyle and Bebe entered the bus soon after, and ran over to sit in the seat behind us.

"Oh my god you guys! It's your anniversary! Oh my god! Oh my god! It's just, like, Oh my god!" Bebe shrieked the second she sat down.

Kyle stared at his excited girlfriend and smiled lovingly. "And it'll be ours tomorrow," he told Bebe.

She screamed and hugged him as he kissed her cheek.

We talked a lot about anniversary stuff, and I pulled Bebe off to another empty seat to tell her what I got Stan for a present. "Aww that's so cute!" She giggled. "Teddy bears are so cute to give boyfriends. At least that's what I think."

"Yeah, I agree. That's why I got him one!" I said excitedly. We erupted in a fit of giggles and hugged each other. When we turned around Stan and Kyle were staring at us with confused expressions.

Bebe and I exchanged glances, smiled, and went back over to them.

We sat in our boyfriend's laps and we both kissed them at the same time.

I swear, sometimes I think Bebe and I are connected. We have different personalities, but we have the same views on things and do the same things and the same time a lot. It's kind of strange, but kind of cool at the same time.

After only a short while, Bebe and I had to get off of the bus. Before we did, Stan whispered, "See you tonight at five."

I smiled and practically pranced out of the bus with Bebe.

"Have fun tonight Wendy! Make sure you call me tomorrow morning and tell me everything. Don't call past 2pm because I'll be with Kyle for our four month anniversary!" Bebe sang. With that, she turned around and frolicked away, completely carefree and joyous.

I skipped home, humming the whole way there.

Once I got there, I took the key out from under the rug and unlocked the door. My parents weren't going to be home until Sunday because they had taken a couple days off from work and this weekend to go to the beach.

It was around 3 o'clock, so I decided to read a book to help the time pass faster.

I grabbed my copy of Romeo and Juliet and began to read. Granted, I had already read the play about ten times, but I loved it so much that I had to read it again.

Luckily, the book did help pass the time, and it was 4:56 when I stopped reading. I went downstairs to wait for Stan in a buoyant mood.

I flicked on the TV and watched the news for a little bit. At 5:10 I started to wonder where he was. He had said 5 o'clock sharp, but then again, I couldn't blame him for being late by only ten minutes.

At 5:20 I decided to call him. I dialed his cell number, and it rung for about a minute before cutting to his voicemail. It was the voicemail that we had made together that said:

"Hey, you've reached Stan's (you hear my voice in the backround saying 'Stanley' instead of Stan) voicemail! I'm probably with Wendy (extreme giggling in the background from me) so I probably won't get your message in a really long time. You can leave a message if you want, but don't expect a call back for a while!" "I love you guys!" I add in at the very end before the beep.

I hung up the phone, not bothering to leave a message.

At 5:45, I decided to go to his house to find him.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the fresh, icy Colorado air. I proceeded to Stan's house with my shoes making crunching noises every time they made contact with the snow.

As I walked, I saw a figure lying in the snow up ahead. It wasn't moving, so I quickened my pace to see what is was.

I got closer and realized it was a person lying face-down. I then ran the rest of the way. As I reached the person, there was no doubt that the jet black haired and beautiful boy was Stan.

I screamed a blood curdling shriek that echoed across the town.

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AN: A special thanks to XxEmo-ChickxX for editing this chapter, and to XxKylexX for editing the previous one!! You guys rock!!