A/N: so, yeah this story well.....hrmm not much to say except....godammit i have a problem......

We were sitting on the couch at Stan's house. His parents were sitting across the room on two dining room chairs, two empty ones sat beside them. I look at Stan, he sees the worry in my eyes, I feel him squeeze my hand, and this calms me down a little. I think about what we had discussed, just an hour before, reassuring myself that we are making the right decision.

"Wends?" he asks suddenly

"Yeah" I answer looking away from the TV to face him.

"I was thinking..." he starts, grabbing m other hand in his. "Don't you think it's time we told your parents?" I sigh

"I want to...." I start twirling my ring around my finger "but what if they never let me see you again?" I look down as my eyes start to fill with tears.

"You're almost eighteen, hun, they can't stop you from doing what you want" he replies wiping a tear off my cheek.

"But I want to marry you, I love you." I sob

"I love you too" he says as he pulls me close to him. I breathe in his scent,

"I want to tell them, but I know I won't be able to."

"Let's tell them together then" he smiles "let's call them right now"

And that's how we came to be gathered here.

"Mr. and Mrs. Testaburger, Wendy and I have s0omething to tell you"

My mom's eyes got really wide and my dad's face turned red, he opened his mouth to say something

Oh my god, they think I'm pregnant!

I suddenly realised how they could be misinterpreting the situation.

"We're getting married" I blurt out before my dad can say a word.

Stan's parents were not at all shocked; we had told them over a year ago. It was my parents who were the surprised ones.

"No way." My dad stated sternly "there is no way in hell that you are marrying him"

"But dad, we love each other!" I cry, breaking into tears, this was a bad idea. I run to the bathroom, ignoring the horrified expression on my mother's face. I collapse on the bathroom floor, I hate my parents I just want them to understand, and they can't even do that. I hear footsteps outside the door, the doorknob rattles slightly.

"Wendy," my heart lifts a bit, at the sound of his voice, "can you open the door for me?" I get up to open the door, then quickly slump back to the ground. He closes the door behind him and sits down next to me. I can hear my father's angry voice from here, I imagine my mother, sitting on the couch, same terrified expression, just sitting there. I begin to cry again. I wish life was simpler, I wish my parents would just let me be. Stan puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to him. I rest my head on his chest, he smells like, I don't know what, but it's so nice. I smile a little as I inhale, if it wasn't for my dad's yelling, this moment would be perfect. Stan kisses the top of my head, my heart flutters. I turn around and look him in the eyes; those gorgeous ocean blue eyes make just make me melt. He places his hand on my cheek and wipes away my lingering tears. His hand moves to the back of my neck, he pulls me closer, gently, our lips meet. He runs his hand though my long dark hair. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him closer. We pull apart, I smile at him, and he looks back at me.

"I love you" he whispers, I rest my head on his shoulder, and sigh.

"I love you too" I say, and then I close my eyes, trying to forget what was going on in the marsh living room.

"NO Wendy, you can never see him again, we are moving to England, this way I can be sure you will never see him ever again!"

""But dad, your being unfair, how can you do this to me, I love him, he loves me too!"

"No buts Wendy we are leaving right now!"

"NO ill never go with you, NEVER!"

I run out the front door, I want to see Stan, I'm going to see him, he can help me. Suddenly the ground cracks beneath my feet, I stumble, and I'm falling down a hole. I look up to where I fell from, I see Stan.

"Wendy, Wendy!" he calls down to me.

I look down the ground is coming up fast, I scream.

"Wendy, Wendy!"

"Wendy!"

I feel myself being shaken. I open my eyes. "Stan!" I cry, I wrap my arms around him.

"Whoa, what's up" he asks

"I'm just happy to see you" I smile, releasing my grip on him; I don't want to concern him with my dream.

"Ok, well," he starts sitting on the bed beside me. I look around; I must be in Shelley's room. "Here is what happened after you fell asleep, do you want to know?" he asks looking at me with a concerned expression. I nod slowly, it can't be that bad, can it? "Ok, so basically, your dad got really mad," I nod. "And he told my parents that he wants you to stay here, he doesn't want you to come home." He rushes this last part. I nod again, keeping my mouth straight.

"So he basically kicked me out?" I ask, trying not to sound too hopeful, I'm really excited, I have thought about running away for so long, but I knew my dad would call the police. Stan nodded. I slowly break into a grin. I give him a hug. It's not that I don't love my parents, I just love Stan more.

"So you're happy about this?" he asks in surprise

"Of course! I know that they will cool down eventually, they just to see that we really do love each other." It was true, my parents were, without realizing it, testing our love, if Stan and I could live together, they would know that we really do love each other, I'm not sure if my dad will ever be able to admit he was wrong though.

A/N: should i continue?? REVIEW PLEASE!!!!