Mabel has had zero relationships work for more than 3 days before the guy makes out with a puppet, leaves to go back to the ocean, runs away, or reveals that he's a bunch of gnomes. Okay, so her love life isn't working out. But neither is mine. The only person I even have a crush on is 15, and 12 and 15 don't mix. I've learned that the hard way. But now, we're leaving the place where we've lived for the past summer.
Stan swears that since he'll be getting older, he'll need our help next summer. He just loves us. Soos is trying not to cry, he will miss us, and he and Mabel have already started to email each other. We haven't left yet, that's why it's creepy. Wendy is cool about it, as usual. She's going to give me and Mabel her email address and cell phone number, but I have a feeling that we won't correspond. She's just so cool, why would she want to talk to a puny 12-year-old? Not her. But Mabel's different. Since she's a girl and everything. Ugh, here comes the bus.
"I'm gonna miss you dudes so much!" Soos cries some more and hugs us. Great, now I'm covered in snot.
"Here's my info, guys. I'll see you next summer." Wendy finishes scribbling on a piece of paper and hands it to me. She smiles sadly. Did she actually lose her cool?
"I'll miss you, kids. Have fun at, school. Or wherever you go these days. Bye." Stan quickly hugs us. Aw, he's soft. "Now get on the bus!" He growls and pushes us off him.
"Bye, I'll miss you all so much!" Mabel hugs all of us, including me and Waddles. She's taking him with us. I just think about how lame the world will be after leaving here. It's so depressing.
"I'll see you guys next summer, okay?" I smile and wave.
"Yeah, maybe you'll be a man by then!" Everyone laughs at Stan's cruel joke. Waddles rolls over. I know Stan loves me, so I just ignore it.
"Dipper, thanks for the best summer ever." Wendy stares at me and we hug. It's weird because I'm so much shorter than her and am being forced into her chest.
We wave and Mabel picks up her pig and we get on the bus. It's quiet, except for Mabel humming. She's knitting a new sweater, while trying to straddle Waddles on her lap. The song sounds happy, and I look over at the sweater. It's black.