So Wendip isn't really my thing anymore, but I have tons of old snippets which I never did anything with. And since A LOT of you followed thanks to "Jealous of a Twelve Year old" I figured, why not give the crowd what they want? That said, do not expect that very much will me done with this collection. Updates will be sporadic at best. If anyone has an idea for a drabble, I will try my best but there are no guarantees. Sometimes you might get half baked ideas, sometimes you might get only one long drabble, and sometimes you might get more-freindship based stuff. I hope you can enjoy nonetheless and that these are to your liking.
Algae: Wendy splashed to the surface, and smiled up at Dipper. He was sitting on the end of the dock, a book in hand, wearing one of his sister's homemade sunhats, with black trunks and a white tee shirt. He giggled upon catching sight of her, and she raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny, oh dry-one?" He giggled harder and pointed towards her hair. "You uh, you've got some algae in your hair!" The teen reached around to the side of her head, and removed the green goop with a confused look. Dipper stifled his giggling and spoke, "I guess that's what happens when you dive too deep…you looked like a mermaid-HA! HA!" He had to grip the wood boards to prevent from falling into the lake. Staring at the slime for a little bit, she grew an evil smile, and tossed the ball of goo at her boyfriend, falling into a fit of giggles as the stuff hit him flat in the forehead. "OH YEAH!" Stumbling to his feet, Dipper tried to steady himself, and, with his vision obstructed by the algae, he fell forward, and Wendy dove forward, arms outstretched. Catching him, she let out an "Oof!" and almost dropped him in the murky water. Dipper removed the slime slowly, and his brown eyes locked wither her green ones.
Feeling herself grow hot under his gaze, Wendy tried to lighten the mood with some nervous humor. "Kiddo, you need to lay off the Apple Biscotti, you're getting heavy!" He snickered at her joke and slapped the algae on her forehead. "Oh shut up!" Laughing along with him, she dumped him forward, and burst into hysterics as he floundered in the cold water. Smiling, she watched him shiver in the dirty water and gave him a playful smirk. "Call me a mermaid again…and I might kill you." He nodded with a slight smile, before leaping onto her and yelling "NOTIFIKILLYOUFIRST!" Falling backwards, they wrestled by the beach, and by the time their day at the lake was over they were both covered in algae.
Daisy: He blushed and handed her his card, shuffling back and forth on his feet. "I've never celebrated Summertines Day, so uh…I'm sorry if the card is stupid." Wendy inspected the card with a skeptical smile, "Relax shortstuff, it's just a silly holiday." He nodded nervously, and bit his lip as the redhead opened the card and began reading the contents.
Her smile faded, and he felt his heart sink.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinki-"
He tried to reach up and remove the card from her hand, but she yanked it away possessively, before their eyes met and she blushed for her covetous nature over the sliver of pink paper. "I uh," She blushed, "I like it, it's very sweet." He exhaled hard enough to send dust sprawling off the counter, and smiled in relief. "There um…there's a flower in the pocket taped to the back."
Surprised, Wendy turned over the card and removed the daisy, sniffing it briefly before closing her eyes and growing a look of contentment. Opening her eyes, she focused the sparkling emerald irises on the pre-teen and leaned down, kissing him briefly on the cheek, before sitting back down in her chair. "You did great kiddo, you did great." Dipper grinned like a dope, and stumbled out from behind the counter, singing "Zippidy-do-da" under his breath.
Wendy watched him go and pondered how cute he looked when he was blushing, before unfolding the touching card. It was the best Summertine's day gift anyone had yet gotten her.
Blame: Dipper stepped out of his car, and ran up onto the porch, a bouquet of roses in his right hand. He was unable to recall what had sparked the argument between himself and his girlfriend, but all he couldn't banish the hurtful words which he and Wendy had exchanged from his mind. Hesitantly, he rapped on the door, tensing up, and hoping that she wouldn't be as angry at him.
No response. He knocked again, but the door still did not open. He found it unlikely that she was giving him the cold shoulder, considering that the redhead rarely shied from conflict. Deciding that she must not be home, he took quick peek in the window, trying to assure his suspicions. Then he pulled away, sighing, and deciding to come back later. Just as trotted back to the car, and opened the door, Wendy's car pulled up. Dipper watched as she got out the driver's side, and gave him a small smile as she waved the box of chocolates she had been holding in the air. "I felt really guilty, so I went to your house," She leaned against his car, and they exchanged gifts as she finished her sentence. "You weren't there."
He smiled slightly at the irony, "Yeah, the same thing uh, happened to me." He glanced down at his gift, and she spoke after sniffing the roses, "I'm sorry." He nodded, and gave her a smile, "So am I." He glanced at his shoes, and she giggled. Surprised he raised his gaze, "What's so funny?" She glanced up at the sky, "This uh, this wouldn't happen if you let me put a tracker on you." He rolled his eyes, "I don't even remember what we were arguing about." "Don't sweat it. Neither do I." "Were we-were we arguing over whether or not we should move in together?"
She frowned thoughtfully and burst out loud when she realized his guess was correct. Her infectious laughter made him grin, and he chuckled along with her. Apparently the irony was enough to push Wendy to hysterics, because she was soon pounding on his car, and gasping for breath. He joined her, and when they had laughed enough to attract the attention of neighbors, and disturbed all nearby animals, she led him inside for dinner.
The day would be remembered as an anecdote they would tell for the rest of their lives, and also as the day they decided to move in together.
Code: When he had first purposed the idea, she had been quite confused. Then he explained that, if they were in trouble but unable to say so, they could give each other these hand gestures, and then the other one would understand. Bored out of her mind, and never one to turn down the prodigy's bright ideas she agreed. The process of learning the hand signals was quite tedious, and she almost wished that she had rejected his offer and stuck to her magazines.
However, it didn't take long for the delinquent to figure out how to make it fun. First she invented a gesture for "club nugget", which she then used almost immediately after while jerking a thumb in the direction of a customer. She smiled at the sound of Dipper's addictive laughter, and made it her mission to create as many immature gestures as possible. Before the day was over, she had created "tool" "Bozo" and "deserves to be thrown in a trash can" which was applicable both to the lunch Stan had made for Dipper and an extremely loud and annoying customer.
By the end of the week they were able to send each other jokes at the expense of others, all the way from across the room. Stan had found it annoying, Mabel had pouted when they refused to explain it, and Soos had just found it generally confusing. By the end of summer they had invented about sixty or so gestures, but when Dipper found himself sitting in the Ferris wheel cart, sharing a funnel cake with the older girl, and she gave him a gesture, he wasn't able to decode it. "Uh, Wendy, what does that one mean?" The redhead smiled and scooted closer to him, "It means I love you dork." She wrapped an arm around him as he stared at her incredulously, and bit into the funnel cake as she kept her gaze to the sunset as he tried to stutter a reply.
CD: He made her a CD to listen to while he was in Europe, he said that it would help her with the loneliness. She thanked him for making it, but said that she never got lonely. She listened to it on the way home from the airport, and smiled at how thoughtful her husband was. It was a recording of him singing all of their favorite songs, it made her laugh at the parts where his voice would crack, but it also made her feel sad, because of all the memories it brought back. But when she got home, she went to bed and forgot all about it.
It was hard, waking up the next morning, without him lying next to her. She drown herself in work. But after a week, work became impossible to focus on, all she could think about was him. So she listen to his CD as he worked, and found that it relaxed her. She thanked him for it, when they chatted on the phone, and he told her how much he missed her. She did likewise. Eventually he became so busy that he could only talk with or text her towards the end of the day. Some days she didn't hear from him at all.
At the end of those day, she would lie down and go to sleep listening to the sound of his voice.
She played it on the way to the airport, to pick him up. But she didn't play it on the way back. Because she had the real Dipper again, and she hoped she would never find herself in need of that CD again.
Tell me which one is your favorite!