Author's Note: I love the idea of Wendy and Dipper having these love sick moments for the other so hey, I'm gonna cram all these one-shots into one story. Each one-shot will be one chapter, and they won't be that long. Sorry!


Wendy never felt her heart race when she saw Dipper. She never felt flustered. She never got butterflies. Those symptoms of love, she knew he had them for her. She smiled at the thought. He's so young and yet, here he is, head over heels in love with her. She couldn't help but giggle a bit. It was adorable. She'd never admit it, but he was cute. Though she didn't know if she meant that as in an adorable kitten way, or as in... She blew off the thought.

"Nah," she murmured mindlessly to herself.

"Wha..?" The teen looked up from the counter she worked at, and there was Dipper Pines himself. His brown hair all messy, his brown eyes dark and yet so bright. He was missing his blue vest and his signature Pine Tree hat. 'Must've just woken up...' Then, she felt it.

Thump. Thump.

'WHAT?!' Ran through her head repeatedly. The longer she looked... The louder her heart began beating. The boy neared her, wiping his drowsy eyes. "You okay, Wendy? You seem tense." The older girl felt her face flush as he reached out a hand and placed his atop her own, which rested on the counter. 'Ohnoohnoohno.' She yanked her hand back quickly. Wendy immediately regretted that action when she saw the glint of light in his eyes disappear.

"S-Sorry! I-I shouldn't've- I- I-..."

"It's cool, dude... I just... I just didn't expect it..." Her attempt at reassurance seemed to fail as he shook his head,

"No... I should've let you have your space." Wendy felt a flash of sorrow. He was that concerned about how comfortable she felt. Her heart beat a little faster.

"It's okay, Dip... Really..." She wasn't sure what do to, so she dragged over a spare stool and sat it next to her own. "C'mere, dork," she smiled, patting the seat's top. Dipper hesitated, but clambered onto his stool. Wendy looked at him, and he looked at her. She discovered that in this moment, his eyes were her favorite thing to see. Her eyes drifted up to his messy hair, and it felt almost natural when she reached up to run her hands through his bed-head. She felt him tense, but he did not stop her from continuing. Wendy smiled as she fixed his hair, and saw that he had closed his eyes and had a small smile on his soft looking lips. 'Would they feel just the same..?' The teen mentally slapped herself at the thought. No. 'I don't like him like that... I don't, I don't...' But she looked down at him once she had adjusted his hair, and he opened his eyes slowly, and had that adorable little love struck look on his face... It made her pulse increase, which had only just slowed down. She felt her stomach begin to flutter when he blushed and looked away. Glancing at the clock, Wendy felt almost relieved. Her shift was over. She could go home and process all of these feelings at home.


Thank God pillows weren't living things.

Wendy laid, face first on her pillow, and let out a frustrated scream. She sat up and dropped her head in her hands. 'Why can't I stop thinking about him? Why is he so cute? Why does he seem so kissable?' She gasped at that last thought. Dropping back, she thudded against the mattress softly. She looked up at the pictures over her bed. Right there, above all the others, was a picture of Dipper. He was smiling, and it brought a smile to her own lips. Wendy shook her head, "No! This can't be happening! No! Nope, nope! No!" But her heart started beating once again as Dipper Pines raced through her mind.

Staring up at her room's ceiling, Wendy came to a conclusion, one she did not want to come to. She had a crush on Dipper.

"Uh-oh."