Gravity falls chacacters belong to Alex Hersch

Over the garden Wall belongs to Patrick McHale

Fic idea belongs to Falling Star

Chapter 1: A New Start

Fall, 2000.

It was the first day of collage. A day two young men will never forget. They both knew they would easily get into collage as they grew up. Both had unwavering grades of A's and occasionally a B. But they never would have thought that they would meet new people and discover new things of themselves they never bothered to do in high school.

It all started in physics class. A slim, limber, young man sporting a beige sweater with a white collared undershirt, sat near the back door of the giant room reading a book quietly. As he sat more and more seats began to fill up around him with chattering students waiting for class to begin. As soon as the bell rang a slim middle aged man called out for everyone to settle down and find a seat.

A few moments after the bell had rang and the class fell silent a young man with wavy brown hair and a faded out band shirt with his dark blue jacket covering most of it, burst from the back door. All eyes turned to the sudden break of silence. He laughed nervously and apologized to the professor, "So sorry about that..." he called out lowly to him.

The professor nodded, "It's alright. I expect some of you to get lost in the building for the next few days. Please take a seat." He spoke with a slight country accent.

The only seat left was next to the man in the beige sweater. He sat down next to him and set his things down as most the students' eyes began to gaze back at the front of the room.

The professor wrote his name on the board in white chalk. "Hello, my name is Professor Fiddleford. I hope you like your seats, because the ones you've picked are your seats for the semester."

Several gasps and groans came from the crowd. Fiddleford chuckled, "Now, now. Why don't we start with meeting your class mates? Introduce yourselves with the ones around you." He nodded to the class to begin their introductions as he walked off to his desk.

The man with the faded out band shirt turned to man in the beige sweater. "Hey" he said smiling. The other man was still reading his book. "Hey" he repeated, "I'm Dipper. What's your name?"

He slightly looked up and realized he was talking to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Hi." He placed his bookmark into the fold of the book and shut it.

Dipper waved dismissively, "It's alright. My name is Dipper. What's yours?"

"Dipper? That's almost as weird as my name. I'm Wirt." Dipper looked a bit confused. "Is that a complement? Wort?"

"No, it's Wirt. And I'm not so sure myself with your other question." He chuckled. Most people mistook his name as 'Wort' so it didn't bother him too much. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's so loud in here... So, where are you from?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm used to it by now. I'm from Michigan. You?" The collage was in Oregon.

Dipper eyes widened in shock, "Wow. That must be hard to leave everyone." He sighed. "You would think, but not really. I keep in touch often. This morning my mom texted me 6 times to wish me a good day at school."

Dipper chuckled, "That's nothing! My sister called me all night rambling on about me finding a girlfriend and getting drunk at parties."

Wirt smirked, "Who is your sister? She seems like she would get along with my step brother, Greg."

"Mabel is my twin sister. She's very energetic and annoying, but she's pretty sweet."

They continued on for the about of the rest of the class period since Professor Fiddleford didn't have anything planned for the first day besides have everyone meet each other. He only took 15 minutes to talk about himself and future plans just before the bell rung. Dipper smiled to Wirt as he went to leave. "Hey, want to have lunch together? My treat."

"What? Oh, you don't have to spend your money on me, but just hanging out somewhere free sounds nice." Wirt said as he bent down to get his books from the ground. "It's nothing really. I have enough to spare this week."

"Well. If you insist-"Dipper cut him off smirking, "-yes I do."

"Then, I can't say no." Wirt waved goodbye and exited the back door.