Hello peps! Another story by me! I hope you enjoy~
The searing heat of the summer sun glared down upon the small town of Gravity Falls, which resided in the midst of some piny woods in the great state of Oregon. Things were going about as usual in the Mystery Shack. People strolled around inside the local tourist trap, gazing upon questionable looking attractions that seemed to baffle or seem slightly humorous to them.
The gift shop wasn't very busy on that hot summer day. Everyone tried to remain indoors to shield themselves from the blazing heat of the sun. Only a few people decided to get out of their house and pay a visit to the Shack, which was crazy. Any normal person would be considered crazy if they actually fell for the things that the Shack held, which everyone in this sleepy little town does. And that's saying a lot.
Wendy had her muddy boots propped up on the counter like she usually did, reading a magazine when the bell rang above the gift shop door. Wendy looked up to see Robbie in the doorway.
"Hey babe," he said as he approached the counter. "What's up?"
"Ugh! It's crazy hot out there! Hope it cools down in time for our date tonight," Wendy said excitedly.
"Oh yeah... About that...," Robbie said as he nervously played with his hoodie. "I'm sorry Wendy but... I'm gona have to cancel the date."
Wendy gave a confused face. "What? But that's the third time this week that you blew me off!"
"I'm not blowing you off!," the stubborn teen shot back. "I'm just... Canceling."
"Robbie! We made plans for this! Don't make me quote exactly what you said."
"Is that a threat?," he asked awkwardly.
"You said, 'Don't worry! I'll be there! I promise!'," she quoted, doing some kind of a Robbie impression.
"What? I never said that!"
"Yes you did!," Wendy said, now raising her voice. She was standing up now, her hand on the counter. "I remembered your exact words because I knew this would happen!"
Robbie raised his voice back at her. "If you knew this was going to happen then why are you getting so upset!"
"Because this shouldn't happen!"
Wendy took a deep breath and calmed herself. "I don't think this is working out..."
"No! We can make it work!," Robbie said, desperately trying to avoid a break up. "Look I'm sorry. Something came up. I promise I'll make it up to you."
Wendy sighed. "Alright. But I'm going to have to quote you on that."
Robbie smiled and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Thanks babe. See ya!" And with that, he left the Shack.
Dipper, who was watching from the sidelines, decided to speak up. "What was that all about?"
Wendy sighed and sat back down. "I don't know. He's been acting weird lately. Like he's trying to avoid me or something."
Dipper just shrugged. "Looked like that to me." But on the inside, Dipper smiled. If they broke up, he might have a chance!
Wendy slouched thoughtfully in her chair. Is he trying to avoid me? I wonder what he's up to...
The next day was just as hot as the last. The Shack remained open for all who were willing to come. The gift shop again was almost empty throughout the entire day. After Wendy's work shift was over, she got a call from Robbie.
"Hey. What's up?," she answered, stepping outside.
"Hey you busy tonight?"
"No. Why?"
"I know it's a little short notice, but I thought we could go to Lookout Point tonight. That okay with you?"
"Oh yeah. That's fine with me. See you there."
"Alright cool. Bye."
"Bye." Wendy hung up and straitened the hat on her head. He better not let me down this time. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and started home.
"See? I told you I would make it up to you," Robbie said as he pulled his van up to the Lookout Point. "And you didn't believe me."
Wendy rolled her eyes. "I didn't say that..."
"But that's what you were inferring."
"Alright fine! I did doubt you a little but-"
"Aw common! You can have a little more faith in me than that."
"Okay, okay," Wendy said, trying to avoid an argument. "Let's just enjoy the view."
After that, things became awkwardly silent for a while. "You know, Wendy-," Robbie said, trying to break the silence but the ring of his phone cut him off. He grumbled and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and his wallet. He placed his wallet on the dashboard and looked to see who was calling. "Sorry I got to take this," he said as he opened the van door and stepped outside and closed it behind him.
Wendy sighed. There he goes again, acting weird. Wendy leaned forward and looked out the driver's window to see Robbie with his back towards her, using his hands to talk on the phone.
Who could he possibly be talking to?, Wendy thought. Then something about Robbie's wallet that lain on the dashboard caught her attention. She leaned forward once more to make sure Robbie was still on the phone. Once she had reinsured herself that he wasn't paying any attention to her, she reached over and snatched the wallet off of the dashboard. She sat back down and opened it up. When she did, a small, thin sheet of paper fluttered out of it and landed on her lap. She picked it up and noticed it was a receipt for Aunt Di's Flower Shop that was right down the road from where she lived.
"He bought flowers?,"Wendy said to herself. "I never got flowers from him..." She looked down at the date he had bought them which said June 22; exactly one week ago.
Suddenly she heard the van door open and Robbie stepped in. "Sorry about that. Stupid wrong numbers."
Wendy, who had hurriedly closed his wallet and hid it out of his sight, tried her best to smile casually at him. "Oh yeah. I... I hate those."
The rest of the date went on awkwardly. They looked at the stars and named the little constellations that they knew of. Robbie turned on the radio to his favorite radio station and sang along to almost every song that came on. Wendy knew a few of the songs that came on but didn't bother to sing. She had the flower shop in her mind and the receipt in her pocket. She was determined to get to the bottom of this.
Finally the date ended and Robbie took her home. "See you tomorrow?," he said as she stepped out of the van.
Wendy thought of a way out of this. "I don't think so. Stan wanted me at the Shack tomorrow to help do some unreasonable stuff." She hoped it didn't sound like a lie. Stan gave her the next day off because "there's no point in having workers that I have to pay come and work and not selling anything." That would mean less money in his pocket.
Robbie shrugged, obviously convinced. "The old man's gotta have someone help him cross the street. Oh well. See you soon."
"See yah," Wendy said as he drove off, leaving her alone in her driveway.
Did anyone else noticed that I seemed to have written in second person in the first few paragraphs? Oh well. Chapter two coming soon!
