Dipper was at Wendy's house for one of their movie nights again. Dipper didn't know what movie was on at the moment. Something was bugging him, and Wendy could tell. He was just staring off into space.

"What's wrong, Dip?" she asked him.

Dipper snapped back to reality. He looked up at Wendy. They were both sitting on the edge of Wendy's bed, the TV blaring something about sentient clocks. "Oh, uh, n-nothing," Dipper stutters. He turns his attention back over to the TV, but Wendy isn't done yet.

She reaches over for the remote, and shuts the television off. "C'mon, Dipper. We both know you're terrible at lying," she smiles down on Dipper welcomely.

"Dipper glances at her before turning to look at the ground. He sighs. "Okay, fine," he says slowly. Wendy waits patiently for him to continue. "It's just, well… You know Mabel, she's so good at making friends. She's like that back home, too. She's the 'social butterfly' and I'm just her nerdy twin that no one wants to be friends with. I don't get bullied per se, ever since I started hiding my birthmark, at least, but no one really talks to me."

Wendy immediately saddens after hearing this. She puts her hand on his shoulder. "And we're going home soon…" Dipper continues. "I don't want to go back to that. I want to stay here with Stan, Ford, Soos, and… and you, Wendy. This is our last movie night before we leave," he finally moves his gaze from off the floor to meet Wendy's bright, emerald eyes.

Wendy smiled sadly. "Dipper," she says. "Look, if anyone wouldn't want to be your friend, that's their loss." She lightly punched his shoulder. "You're a great guy, Dips. You're funny, smart, and you really care about others. And if means anything, I'm really glad we're friends." Wendy smiled down at him kindly.

Dipper gave a small, but genuine smile. "Thanks, Wendy, it-it means a lot to me."

"You're welcome, dork," Wendy joked. She then turned to get some popcorn from the bedside table. "Woah, when did it start raining?" The window pane was streaked with raindrops; it was pouring outside.

"Oh no, how am I gonna get back to the shack?" Dipper groaned to himself, putting his hands over his face.

"You could stay the night here if you wanted," Wendy suggested.

"Wha-what!? I-I mean… yeah, th-that's cool," Dipper couldn't help but get nervous at this suggestion.

Wendy chuckled a bit at his behavior, "Yeah, sure, man. My dad and brothers don't get home 'til tomorrow night, so we've got the whole place to ourselves."

"Oh, great!" Dipper yelled. He notices his volume, and quickly slaps his hand over his mouth. "Sorry," he practically whispers.

Wendy struggles to hold in a laugh, "It's cool, dude." With that she slipped under the bed's covers, "Night, dork."

Dipper followed suit. The bed was huge so he figured she would be fine if they both slept on it. He got under the covers on the far side from Wendy. The rain was stilling pouring outside. Suddenly, the sound of thunder rumbled through the house. Dipper let out a small squeak as he hugged himself closer. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

Dipper didn't know why, but he was always terrified of thunder. Mabel had always helped him through his fear, but she wasn't here now. Don't be scared in front of Wendy, Dipper thought to himself, his eyes still squeezed shut.

Dipper felt a hand touch his arm lightly before wrapping around the rest of his small being. Dipper knew it was Wendy, so he didn't even care to open his eyes. He could feel himself being pulled closer by the arms that held him; closer, until he felt himself in a warm embrace.

When Dipper finally opened his eyes and looked up to see Wendy smiling warmly at him. "I got'cha, Dips."

And within mere seconds, Dipper had fallen asleep. Wendy laughed to herself, "Dork," She muttered, before falling into a deep sleep, as well.

They both knew they'd sleep soundly tonight.