Under The Oak Tree (South Park FanFic)

Chapter 7

Stan's POV

I'm laying in bed, thinking. Actually it's more like planning, plotting, whatever you like to call it. I'm really just trying to figure out how I'm going to make my move on Michelle. Hey, Michelle? Yeah, Stan? Um, you wanna get, A&W in the way back home? Just you and me?

Oh my god, I suck at this.

I must have thought up about fifty more, none of them sounding any better. God, how am I going to do this?

I'm so deep in my own thoughts and imagination that I don't notice Kenny walk in and sit down on his bed. "Hey, man." He says, throwing me off of my concentration and startling me.

I jump a little bit, looking over at him, then relax. "Hey, Ken." I reply, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. They're sore from staring at the ceiling.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asks me, cocking his head to the side a little bit. He looks a bit like a curious puppy when he does that, especially with his messy hair and intrigued eyes.

"Thinking." I reply, smoothing down my hair that got ruffled up by the pillow. "Mostly about how I'm going to talk to Michelle." We've already eaten supper, which means I have until midnight to make my move and keep my word, which is only five hours away.

"Dude, just go for it. Don't even hesitate." Kenny instructs me, but I'm still not sure.

"I don't know, I mean, what if she rejects me then feels awkward and just quits talking to me altogether?" I explain. That's probably my greatest fear.

"She isn't going to. Even if she rejects you, which I'm sure she won't, she isn't going to avoid you. You know Michelle, she's pretty chill." Kenny assures me. He's right, Michelle probably isn't going to stop being my friend for this, but none the less I still seem to be letting my irrational fears get to me.

"Don't worry, Stan." Kenny says, laying down and putting his arms behind his head. "I know you'll think of something. You always find a way."

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Michelle's POV

I come back into my cabin. Petra is out, probably with Kenny, and I really don't know what to do with myself. I expected zip lining to wear me out, but in all honesty I'm not really tired at all.

I sit down on my bed, trying to think of something to do. Suddenly I notice something on my bedside table. It's a slightly crumpled-looking piece of paper sitting there with some writing in pen on it. I pick it up and read the familiar handwriting.

Michelle,

Meet me under the oak tree.

Stan

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Stan's POV

I stand looking off the bridge over the forest that goes on for miles. The sun is just about finished setting, and Michelle should be here anytime now. I hope I can go through with this.

I hear the crunch of dirt and gravel and the soft footsteps on the good bridge as someone come up behind me. "Hey." I hear Michelle say, standing behind me. "What's up?"

"Nothing, really." I say, turning around to face her. The sun, barely visible over the horizon, is reflecting in her eyes. It makes her look even more desirable, which makes me even more nervous. I hope I don't throw up, I think nervously to myself. "Actually, yeah." I change my mind. "There is something." I take in a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Um, Michelle,"

"Yeah, Stan?" She's looking straight into my eyes. I lock up, I can't say anything. Don't vomit, please no, I think desperately. I remember Kenny. "Dude, just go for it. Don't even hesitate."

Without thinking anything more, my hands beginning to shake with my breath, and letting go of the gut-wrenching feeling I had, this is it, I think.

I cup my hands around her face and kiss Michelle.