It was at that moment, Wendy was overcome with something, something she did not like. Not in the slightest.
Someone, probably Mabel, had been playing with a stick, and had ended up accidentally throwing it at full force, bound straight for Dipper's face. The resulting 'Whack!' (and consequent 'Ouch!') had left the young teen with a nosebleed. Wendy was lucky (or unlucky) enough to view this all from her cash register, yet she did not laugh, nor did she shout out to ask if Dipper was okay. She just stood there, not able to take her eyes off her best friend. For the first time ever, she viewed him differently, worryingly so. Well, even more worrisome was that she was viewing him as rather attractive.
Wendy hated this. The brunette in question was her best friend, almost like a brother, and not like the annoying ones she had at home. To her, Dipper was an ear to speak your mind to, a shoulder to lean on and a mouth to be comforted by. Sure, she was aware of his crush on her, and she had already turned him down, and tolerated his dorky actions around her, such as his usual reddening cheeks, his constant lovestruck mutterings under his breath, and his tendency to get lost in her eyes when talking to her. She, in fact, liked the attention, but she had never felt the same way back, yet, in that moment that was Dipper's nosebleed, she felt like she could finally relate to her dorky younger peer.
This led to more conflicting feelings in the now red faced teen. On one hand she was infatuated, whilst the other hand was trying to murder the first, silently screaming to Wendy that playing with the thirteen year old's feelings would be a terrible thing to do, and on her (nonexistent) third hand, she was telling herself to put all of this behind her, and just brush it off as one of 'those things' that mess with your head. Yet the lumberjill disagreed with all of these hands, and instead her brain put it's opinion in, agreeing with the second and third hands, whilst suddenly her heart jumped in and told hand number one that it was right, and that Wendy should accept her newfound feelings, but keep is secret, for the boy's own good.
All this conflict felt like World War Two to the copper-haired Corduroy, and she was half expecting to hear the sounds of air-raid sirens, paired with an atomic bomb going off somewhere near her brain. And she was surprised that no kind of discriminatory genocide was happening in her gut, and she felt like Brian from 'Saving Private Brian'. Either that or a warrior version of Anne Frank.
All this thought distracted Wendy from the fact that she was staring right at Dipper, much to his joy (and slight confusion). And she was only snapped back to reality when she noticed a lone tourist walking up to her cash register, well, she thought at first that it was a tourist, but it was actually the kid causing all of her emotional befuddlement.
"Oh, uh, hi Dip!" She spurted out, "You need anything?, and how's your nose?" She continued, "Yeah, that stick had to hurt, right?" She finished.
"Um, what's up? I'm fine, are you okay? You seem a bit dazed, like you've just woken up." A certain young brunette worried, "Like, you're talking really fast and you look like you're really distracted."
"No, I'm fine, I just had something on my mind..." In an instant, she regretted saying that, knowing the inquisitive young man he was, he would no doubt try to get whatever he thought she had on her mind out of her.
"Oh, okay, is it bothering you? Is someone annoying you, or...?" Dipper was even more worried now, which was exactly what Wendy had expected.
"No no, it's just this song that's really stuck in my head." A smile crept up the redhead's face.
"Um, what song?"
Wendy grinned, "Disco gurl, coming through, that gurl is you~" She knew Dipper's weakness, and just as he had predicted, Dipper covered his ears, groaned and rushed out of the shop, red faced, remembering that Grunkle Stan had told everyone about his morning karaoke.
The sixteen year old chuckled, and quickly ended the ceasefire of her emotions. Luckily, at that moment, a busload of actual tourists arrived, allowing her more ceasefire time, and some quick laughs at the idiocy of the ignorant cash-wasters, who would happily spend thirty-five dollars on a Stan bobblehead.
Later that day, Wendy was enjoying her break, basking in the warm summer heat, and hoping that one day she will get a tan. Her peace was interrupted by a giggling Mabel approaching her.
"How's it going, beetroot?" The slightly insane girl snorted.
"What d'ya mean, beetroot?" The worried young lady asked, but her mistake was replying too soon.
"I saw you staring at Dipper, all red-faced and stuff." Mabel teased.
"I was, uh... Worried about the stick that you flung at his face!" Wendy retorted.
"Nah, that doesn't explain your cherry colored face! Besides, you were all awkward when he talked to you. Looks like someone's in looove!"
"Shut up! Besides, even if I was, there would be no chance in hell of it happening!"
"Do not underestimate the powers of a seasoned match-maker!" Mabel sounded offended.
"Ugh, look, Mabel, I know you like to interfere with peoples' personal business, but hear me out here. If you go all match-makey all you'll do is confuse Dipper and hurt him even more, besides, you're his sister, why play with his feelings?!" Wendy sounded as if she cared more about Dipper's emotional well-being than even his sister.
"Is that a confession? O, M, G G G! You actually do like him! Hah, I knew it! I need to tell Candy an-"
"If you even consider telling anyone, I will personally fling you down the bottomless pit, and make sure you stay down there. Have you even listened to a word I've said about Dipper's feelings?!" Wendy cut off the budding match-maker and scolded her. At that time, Dipper noticed the two bickering and walked over. Wendy shut up instantly and motioned for Mabel to do the same.
"What's up? Were you two... Arguing?" Dipper sounded concerned, and slightly angry.
"No way, dude, I told you that I hate people fighting! We were having this crazy heated debate, I was just about to ask you! Who would win in a fight? Tambry or Pacifica?" Wendy completely came up with a completely fabricated way to get around this issue.
"Tambry, I guess, she's taller and would be able to easily kick Pacifica in the gut, or throw her!" Dipper voiced his opinion.
"No way, bro-bro! Pacifica is just the right height to headbutt her in the belly!" Mabel decided to join the fake conversation after realizing how damaging the truth could really be.
The trio actually turned it into a real debate, and a very heated one, at that. As Dipper began to notice his crush's occasional blushes and quiet giggles at Dipper's spontaneous under-the-breath comments and gazing, he began to have suspicions of his own, and this time he was sure that it was his head playing tricks on him, and he started becoming even more lost in the copper-haired lumberjill's eyes, which were, oblivious to Dipper, getting lost in his eyes, too.
After reading some one-shots in the WenDip community, I decided to make a thing, too. Though I will probably make more chapters of this. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this thing, and yes, the part where Dipper gets hit by an object and gets a nosebleed was inspired by one of Markmak's comics.