WenDip Oneshot: Pinecone
There it was: the pinecone on his bed.
He knew it was only a matter of time. Brandon had been treating her like crap the past couple of weeks. Dipper wanted to punch him, a punch for every night he left her alone without even a phone call or text message, and then punch him again when two or three days later he would drop by unannounced, and expect her to drop everything just to go with him to Greasy's Diner, and then somewhere private after that. He wanted to punch him when he didn't even bring her flowers and treat her like the queen that she was, punch him straight in the face, except that the blue eyed blond boy was five years older than him, and about two feet taller. Maybe a little heavier too. It was at pinecone time that Dipper really hated being twelve.
But at the same time…
Pinecone time is our time. Another chance for me to prove how much I care about her.
I'll always be there for you Wendy.
It was their little signal: I need you.
It had started when Robbie had lied to her. She cried, and even though she was mad at Dipper too that day, later that night she threw the pinecone into his open window, and he had gone to it and looked down to see her looking up.
"Hey dork. You're still coming over for movie night, right?"
When he went over to her house, they didn't really watch the movie because she started crying over Robbie's betrayal, and Dipper could only hold her while she cried, him clenching his jaw at Robbie for breaking her heart.
He had saved the cone and had given it back to her, in case she ever needed him again (he didn't have a cell phone, and sometimes she didn't want Stan to know she was there, especially if she faked calling in sick earlier that day). He even had a private nickname for it, his "Wendycone".
But then one day Daniel had broken up with her (actually just stopped calling her, the creep), and she threw it with accidental accuracy when he hadn't been there, and he came in and found it on his bed, and when he found her in the woods crying, he gave it to her and told her he found it on his bed.
She threw it the same way ever since, whenever she needed him.
They would meet at The Point overlooking Gravity Falls, and he would just sit with her on the log, sometimes holding her hand, or if she was really heartbroken, they would hold each other in a mutual hug, mutual because her tears would make him cry too. He would smile with watery eyes, but knew it was useless to say anything, so he would just hold her, and let her hold him without any obligation while she cried her heart out.
She knew that he wouldn't expect anything from it, because that was what friends are for. Giving without any expectation of anything in return. If she did feel like giving anything, he would accept whatever her heart could spare. Sometimes it was her hand on his. Sometimes a hug. But always a "Thanks Dipper." and most importantly, a smile.
He never wanted to leave her unless she was smiling again. His protective instinct wouldn't let him leave while she was still sad. And she knew this.
So as the boys of summer came and went, Dipper was always there. So was the pinecone.
He picked it up, and went downstairs, and outside.
Hang on Wendy! I'm coming.