Chapter 8
Stan sat on his bed playing the song he wrote for Wendy.
"Stan? Stanley? Are you in there?"
Stan walked over to the window, he saw Wendy standing in his yard.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, surprised
"I wanted to see you," she replied smiling. Stan put down his guitar and dashed down the stairs. He opened the door and let Wendy in.
"Where are your parents?" she asked
"They are away for the day and they won't be back for a couple hours," he replied, a grin slowly forming on his face. He led her to the couch, where they sat together. Wendy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Stan was starting to feel guilty, his parents trusted him not have Wendy over while they were gone.
"You should go," he said, pulling away, "your parents are not going to like that you are here."
"I don't care, I want to be with you," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder
"I care," he whispered, "I don't want you to be in more trouble."
"But I want to stay with you," she objected
"I love you Wendy, who is why I don't want your parents to never let me see you again," he sighed
"Oh, all right" she pouted. Stan walked her to the end of the street, they kissed good bye then each went their separate ways. But Stan didn't go home; instead he went into town to look in the shops.

When Wendy reached her house, she walked straight inside; she glared at her mother for being so cruel.
"Where have you been?" her mother questioned
"I told you, I went for a walk," she replied coolly
"Where did you go?" her mother asked, suspiciously
"I just went to Main Street to get Stan's present," she lied
"What are you getting him a present for?" she demanded
"Tuesday is our eight year anniversary!"
"Wendy, that boy is nothing but trouble, I don't want you dating him!"
"But mom! We love each other!" Wendy cried
"How can you know, you're only sixteen!"
"Yes, but we have know each other for half our lives! You married dad after only two years!"
"You don't want to marry him do you?" her mother gasped
"Yes, mom, I do want to marry him!"
"Wendy you are only sixteen!"
"Not right now mom! We wouldn't get married until after we are finished school!" she confirmed, "please let me go see him!" she pleaded
"Wendy if he is anything like his father, he can't be trusted!"
"He is nothing like his father! He knows the mistakes that his father has made and avoids making them himself."
"How do you even know he is the one, you have never dated anybody else?"
"I know because he is perfect and we love each other a lot," by now Wendy was crying, she just wanted her mother to understand, she wanted to see her boyfriend.
"Wendy... I see how upset you are... I don't want you to be..."
"Be what mom? You don't want me to be happy? Because that is how it seems!" Wendy yelled, then she turned on her heel and stormed up to her room, hot tears streaming down her face. She grabbed the phone and called Bebe.

"Hello?" Bebe answered
"Bebe, I don't know what to do... my mom just doesn't understand..." Wendy blubbered
"Calm down, I'll be right over," Bebe said as she detached herself from Kyle's grasp. "I have to got see Wendy," she started, "she is really upset."
"Bu-" Kyle started, but then he thought about how left out he had felt whenever Stan was with Wendy "oh all right" he said finally. Kyle walked Bebe from his house to Wendy's, then he continued on to Stan's.
Bebe walked straight upstairs to Wendy's room. Wendy was lying face down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow.
"Wendy?" Bebe said cautiously. Wendy lifted her tear-stained face her eyes located Bebe; she ran over and hugged Bebe.
"Th-thank you so much for coming," she sobbed. Bebe gave her a squeeze, then led her to the bed where they sat down.
"What happened?" Bebe asked, concerned
Wendy explained about the fight she had with her mom. Bebe put her arm round her tearful friend and gave her a reassuring hug.
"You two are meant to be together, so it will all work out, you'll see," Bebe assured her
"I hope you are right" Wendy replied, sobbing into Bebe's shoulder, "You're a great friend Bebe, thank-you!"

There was no answer at Stan's house so Kyle tried his cell.
"Hey"
"Hey Stan, listen, I just dropped Bebe off at Wendy's house. Wendy was pretty upset.
"What's wrong?" Stan asked worried
"I don't know, where are you?"
"Umm" he stalled "I'm at the jewelry store"
"Stan, what are you dong there?" Kyle asked slowly
Stan mumbled something.
"What did you say?"
"I'm getting something for Wendy" he said embarrassed "nothing really expensive"
"Well hurry up, we have to go to Wendy's, bring your guitar." Kyle hung up

Stan rushed home and grabbed his guitar, leaving a small box on his bed.
He met Kyle outside of Wendy's house.
"Okay so I'm going to play the song that I wrote under Wendy's window, right?"
"Ya, maybe her parents will be convinced that you two belong together after that"
Stan marched over to Wendy's window and started to play his guitar.
Wendy came to the window as soon as she heard the music start. She gazed down at her perfect boyfriend, who was singing to her. Suddenly, the back door opened and Wendy's dad came out into the yard.
"You! Get off my property before I call the police!" Wendy's Father Roared
"Dad, please, let him stay!" Wendy cried
"Wendy, close your window and let me handle this"
"No dad, I love him, can't you see that?"
"Wendy, this boy will just cause trouble. You are never to see him ever again!"
"NO! Dad, please!" she begged "you can't do this!" she continued, sobbing uncontrollably. "Dad, I love him, I can't live without him!"
Stan looked up at her tear stained face and wanted nothing more that to hold her in his arms and comfort her.
"You had better get off my property right now!" Wendy's dad roared, turning to face Stan. Stan slowly walked away, he saw Wendy disappear from the window.
"Stan! Wait!" Stan turned around to see attempting to run out the door. Her father had grabbed her arms and was holding her back.
"I LOVE YOU STAN" she shouted after him
"I love you too, Wendy" he replied sadly as her father pulled her inside.

Wendy was hysterical; she was bawling and shouting at her father. Bebe was trying to calm her down. She ran up to her room and collapsed in tears on her bed. Bebe sat down beside her and rubbed her back soothingly.
"You can get through this," she whispered

Kyle walked up behind Stan and put his arm over his shoulders.
"You okay?" he asked nervously.
A single tear ran down Stan's cheek, how was he ever going to live without Wendy