It was a stormy, summer night in Gravity Falls, Oregon. The 15 year old Wendy Corduroy was silently sobbing on top of the roof of the Mystery Shack. "Stupid Robbie!" the lanky red-head exclaimed, shakily throwing pinecones at the totem pole. "Said he fucking loves me..." she whispered to herself, grabbing a can of Pitt Cola brand Energy Drink from her side, drank the whole thing in one gulp, and crushed the can she clutched in her hand. It was the 7th she'd have that night. "I can't believe you let yourself fooled again. Stupid, stupid girl!" she said, hugging her knees into her chest. She dissolved into body-shaking sobs that shook her entire body, "It feels like my whole world is just gone. I don't know whether to be angry, heartbroken, bitter, mad at myself, none, all of the above!" she put a hand to her forehead and winced, she had developed a killer headache within the last hour. "An hour," she spoke aloud to herself, "it's only been an hour since my whole world has crumbled around me." She knew how melodramatic she sounded, but she didn't care. She knew how she felt about him, she didn't care about what people said about him. She knew she loved him and she believed he loved her. She wished Dipper had never shown her that recording, but then again, maybe it was for the better. She had been up on the roof since she stormed off after Dipper had so rudely asked her bowling right after her heart had been utterly destroyed. She felt like she couldn't breathe she had been crying so hard. She had barely stopped crying since she'd heard the tape. She only stopped crying when the rage sat in. "Holy shit this headache is killer..." she mumbled as she threw another pinecone. She didn't mind the rain, in a way it soothed her. She laid down to look up at the stars and saw something that made her disgusted. The Big Dipper. "That kid..." she sighed with irritation in her voice. Her shoulders slumped and she whispered "It wasn't his fault... He was just trying to help." she sat up and as if arguing with herself retorted "Yeah! But I was perfectly happy with Robbie! No matter what he did it's better than being a sad sack of shit and crying so hard you can barely fucking breathe because of all the snot!" she flopped down on her back and said "Wendy, you've lost your damn mind! I promised myself that I would never be one of those girls who cried over every boy who breaks their hearts. Lord knows I've broken plenty of boys' hearts... Can't even take what I fucking dish... Pathetic." she put her arm over her eyes and groaned. "But Robbie and I were supposed to have a future..." Images of their dream wedding popped in her head as she recalled him saying she was the one, and how they were going to be a family one day. "Why the fuck did you think you'd find 'the one' at 15 anyways." She sighed, sitting up. She kicked a pinecone away. She felt dizzy and weak and thought she should probably get back to her home and grab something to eat before heading to bed. She didn't want to sleep though, because she knew if she dreamed, it would be of him.