Like other stories in the "Potionate" series, this is another way things could have gone wrong with the love potion on the day of the Woodstick concert. All characters belong to Alex Hirsch, not me. What if Wendy and Tambry got the love potion?
Potion Gothic
Chapter 1: Wing Girl
Dipper was being carried around Thompson's garage by Lee, celebrating his "greatness" for thinking of a way to sneak snacks into the Woodstick concert (by taping them onto Thompson), when a new text message for Tambry arrived.
It said: "Tambry, You. Me. Date. Bring that sweet, sweet bod. Your secret admirer."
Tambry held the phone close to her chest, and brought it over to Wendy to show her.
"What do you make of this?" Tambry asked her friend.
"Cheesy line," said Wendy. "But I think you should check it out."
"Maybe it's that cute Kevin, from my chemistry class," said Tambry.
"Or maybe Butch?" asked Wendy.
"Ugh. No," said Tambry.
Wendy said "I'll go with you, in case of trouble."
A quick text established Greasy's Diner as the date location. They set off together.
When they arrived at the diner, Tambry said, "I'll go in first, to scope things out. Come in if I text you."
Robbie was sitting in a booth by himself.
"Ugh, Robbie? You're my secret admirer?" Tambry asked.
Robbie said, "Tambry? Ugh, this is just what I get for trusting a toddler. Listen, I don't think this is gonna work out. Dating somebody I already know? It's kinda like admitting defeat."
Trusting a toddler? What did that mean? There was Mabel in the next booth, trying not to be obvious about watching them, and failing. She set this up? What a goofy little kid!
"Um, way to assume I'm even interested," Tambry said, for the benefit of Mabel as well as Robbie.
"Tambry, let's be real," said Robbie. "If I wanted to date you I would have done it already. I'm just a little out of your league."
"I'm out of your league?" thought Tambry. "It's the other way around, dork."
"Whoa, is that mustard? Don't want to waste that bad boy," said Robbie, licking a yellow stain off his elbow.
"Status update. On blind date with sociopath," said Tambry, getting out her phone to update Wendy and her other texting buddies.
"Oh, sure, bring out the phone. Classic Tambers," said Robbie.
Tambry ignored him and kept texting.
"Hey can I get some chili fries? To go," Robbie called.
A chubby rock star burst in, causing a commotion, but Tambry was deep in text land and didn't pay much attention.
A few minutes later, someone slid a basket of fries with pink sauce in front of Robbie.
Robbie stared at it suspiciously. "Pink stuff? It must be some sort of mold. This is a new low for Greasy's Diner. I'm out of here."
Just then, Wendy slid in on Tambry's side of the booth. "Robbie, I want you to move on, but I don't appreciate you making a move on my best friend."
"It wasn't me, it was Mabel who set us up," said Robbie. "Neither of us knew who the blind date was supposed to be with."
"Don't worry, Wendy," said Tambry. "Robbie and I are so not happening."
Robbie got up and stomped out, leaving the fries behind.
"He left us to pay for them, so we might as well eat them," said Tambry, taking a fry and nibbling on it.
"Yeah," said Wendy, grabbing a handful.
Mabel watched in horror. She wanted to call out for them not to touch the fries, but it happened too fast. It was too late.
Wendy and Tambry looked at each other with new eyes.
Tambry said, "Wendy, we've been best friends forever. But now... I'm seeing us as more than that."
Wendy said, "I told Mabel not long ago to forget about guys. That's how I'm feeling now."
"Status update," said Tambry, about to text again. Then she thought better of it. "You know what? Forget it. Maybe I should stare at something other than my phone for a while," Tambry said, leaving her phone on the table and walking out with Wendy, hand in hand.
Mabel backed away, muttering to herself, "What have I done?"