Dipper POV
It was just another normal day at the Mystery Shack. Well, as normal as a day at the Mystery Shack can be. Wendy was sitting at the cash register, reading a magazine. Mabel was sitting in the corner with Waddles, Candy and Grenda, giggling about who-knows-what. Grunkle Stan was wearing his classic "Man of Mystery" outfit and ripping off unsuspecting tourists. Soos was off un-clogging the toilets for the third time that day. (I don't think that it's even possible to clog a portable toilet, but I just don't have the heart to tell him.) Then, there was me. I would have flipped through the journal that I found in the woods, but Mabel was the only one who knew that I had it and I wasn't about to tell anyone else. Except maybe Wendy. Oh, Wendy. A part of me knew that I didn't have a very good chance with her. I mean, she was fifteen, I was twelve, but that didn't make me give up hope. As I stood there, daydreaming about her, the door opened, and I heard an all too familiar voice.
"Hey, Babe."
"Oh, hey Robbie," Wendy replied, looking up from her magazine. Robbie walked over to the counter, gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek, and whispered in her ear. I don't know what he said, but it made her laugh. I loved that laugh. But I hated it when it was Robbie who brought it about. The clock struck three, signaling that our shifts were over. Wendy went off with Robbie, and I went in the living room, pulling out the journal. Still bummed out that Robbie got so much of Wendy's attention, I figured that reading would take my mind off of them, but I just couldn't focus. I kept wondering what they were doing. Maybe they were at the movies, or going for a romantic walk through the woods, or... I stopped. I was just torturing myself. I tried as hard as I could to focus on the journal. I was starting to read a page on werewolves when Mabel walked in, carrying Waddles.
"Hey, Dipping Sauce!" She shouted, surprising me, and making me drop the journal. "Are you okay? I know you don't like that Wendy and Robbie are still going out."
"You know what?" I said "If I was Wendy's age, then she would definitely pick me over that jerk!"
"Of course she would, Dipper! But, you're not her age. Maybe in a couple of years, it won't seem like as big of an age difference, and you two will go out." She said optimistically.
"I can't wait a few years, Mabel!" I said. "I just wish that there was some way I could get her to go out with me now." I sat back down and grabbed the journal. When I dropped it, it had opened to a random page. I looked carefully at the entry it was on. "Oh my gosh, Mabel!" I exclaimed, "This might be the solution to all my problems!"
"What's it say? What's it say?!" She asked.
I began to read: Local legend states that somewhere in the forest is a cave that serves as a home to a powerful witch. The legend says that she will grant the wish of anyone able to locate the cave. I finished reading with a huge smile on my face.
"I don't think that this is a good idea, Dipper." Mabel said. "You don't even know that this witch exists."
"Oh, yes I do!" I said, "And the book tells me exactly how to find her!" I pointed to a map at the bottom of the page.
"I still don't think you should do it." She said, walking away. But I'd already made up my mind. I was going to find that witch.