"Dipper and Wendy kissing in a tree." Mabel mocked Dipper as she puckered her lips and made a fake kissing sound.
"Will you stop Mabel? I'm trying to focus." Dipper pleaded, aggravated with her teasing, as he wrote down some words on a piece of paper. He was writing a love poem for his crush, the gorgeous fifteen year old, Wendy Corduroy.
"Dipper, it really isn't that hard to talk to girls." Mabel said, punching him playfully in the arm. "Not to mention, she's going to think the poem is creepy. I know I would." Mabel shivered as the mere thought of Gideon reading her a poem, in his southern-esque accent, entered her mind.
Dipper put his pen down and held up the paper before tearing it in half and throwing it in a wastebasket across the room. That wastebasket was already full of twelve crumpled up paper balls. "You don't count. The only thing you have in common with Wendy is that you're both girls."
"And that we've both kissed boys." Mabel responded back, whispering in Dipper's ear, taunting him. She knew Dipper had yet to have his first kiss, and that it bugged him a lot, to the point of near insanity.
"One time hardly counts." Dipper sneered back. "I don't even think Mermando counts as a boy. He's half boy and half fish. So technically, you've kissed half a boy and half a fish. And there's no way I'm taking advice from a girl who's kissed a fish."
Mabel shook her head and placed her hand on her brother's shoulder. "Dipper, Dipper. You're missing the big picture."
Dipper smacked his head at the wooden table he was sitting at. "Please tell me what I'm missing." Dipper demanded dryly.
Just then, Soos walked into the room. He had a purple stain on his question mark shirt and was drinking grape juice from a glass. Soos put the glass down on the table. "Sup dudes?"
Mabel dragged Soos closer to Dipper, placing and arm around his waist, since she couldn't reach his wide shoulders. "Okay Soos, what's the best way for Dipper to get closer with Wendy? Will a poem work?" Mabel placed a special emphasis on poem, making it sound like it was a bad thing that everyone on earth needed to steer clear of.
Soos put his hand on Dipper's back. "Dude, poems are a no go. Trust me on this one." He said with a smile.
"Soos, how many girlfriends have you had?" Dipper asked as he looked at Soos, a little annoyed that he was siding with Mabel.
Soos took a step back and began counting on his fingers. "Zero."
"My point exactly." Dipper went back to writing on his piece of paper, scribbling words down furiously.
"But I have watched a ton of television shows dude. I can tell you that the poem never works. Never dude." Soos said as he picked his glass up and drank some more grape juice at an oddly slow pace.
Dipper clicked his pen and looked at the piece of paper on the table. "Perfect." He said with a smile, marveling at his masterpiece he had just came up with. Dipper was about to pick up the paper when Soos put his glass down on the table and it tipped over, causing a flood of purple to spill all over the paper. "Ahhh!" Dipper screamed as he threw up his hands and left the room, frustrated over his ruined poem.
Soos grabbed some paper towels and started to dry off the table and Dipper's paper as Mabel watched. When Soos was done cleaning up his mess he looked around to see if Dipper was watching before turning to Mabel. "Dude, how much if I eat the paper?" He chuckled. The paper had been destroyed and the words were nearly all illegible, so he figured Dipper wouldn't miss it.
"A penny. Since it probably tastes like grape juice." Mabel said with a confident, brace filled smile.
"Works for me." Soos picked up the purple stained paper and stuffed it in his mouth as he chewed on it. He immediately began coughing before spitting out the paper on the table. He rubbed his tongue. "Tasted like paper." Mabel began to laugh as Soos joined in shortly after.
Amidst the laughter the red haired teen that Dipper had been writing the poem for, walked through the swinging doors that bore the Employees Only sign in the Mystery Shack gift shop. Wendy immediately plopped down in a chair after slinging her backpack in front of her. The bag was a dark green and had some white colored pouches, along with black straps and an opened soda can in a side pocket. "Hey guys." Wendy yawned, propping her mud stained boots on the Pines' kitchen table. "So I hear Stan isn't here for the day." Wendy smirked, looking around the kitchen for her elderly boss.
"Yeah, he's out of town picking up supplies for the gift shop." Soos stated, still holding some of Dipper's purple stained poem.
Wendy nodded in approval before taking notice of the paper Soos was holding. "So whatcha have there Soos?" She asked, slightly leaning forward to try to catch a glimpse at what the stained loose-leaf paper read.
Soos quickly stuffed the paper in his mouth, chewing softly he mumbled. "Nothing... just my lunch." Soos looked around suspiciously and Wendy raised a brow towards him.
Mabel saw what was going on and decided to intervene. "Hey Wendy, I have a question." She said with a smile.
Wendy turned her attention towards Mabel, intrigued with the fact that Mabel was coming to her for an answer. "Sure. What's up?" She asked.
"You've had boyfriends before, right?" Mabel asked, despite knowing the answer from when she asked for advice on Gideon a couple of weeks ago.
"Yeah..." Wendy was hoping Mabel would go straight to the question so she could sit up in her spot on the roof of the Mystery Shack. However, she would need an umbrella, since it was raining, but that didn't make much of a difference to her. The solitude and relaxation of being up there was enough.
"Did any of them write poems for you?" Mabel asked with a bright smile.
"Why, did someone write one for you?" Wendy wasn't smiling, but she had taken her boots off the table and was leaning forward with the soda can in her hand.
"No, no..." Mabel thought for a second, she needed a legitimate lie to protect even a hint of her brother's secret from being revealed. "Someone gave me a poem... so I was curious..."
Wendy cut her off. "Was it that Gideon creep? You know, the one that stole my moisturizer..." Wendy seemed to have some anger light up in her eyes for whatever reason.
"No." Mabel was quick to respond. "It was someone I met... a few days ago."
"Oh... that's good then.." Wendy paused to collect her thoughts for a few moments. "Thinking about it... none of my boyfriends never wrote me any poems." Wendy seemed to be staring at the wall above Mabel's head. "With the exception of Robbie writing... I mean ripping off that one song for me, no one has done anything creative or corny like that." Wendy sighed and leaned back, taking a small sip from her soda can before crushing it in the palm of her hand and tossing it perfectly in the paper filled wastebasket. "It's a shame too... Although I hate to admit it, I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff."
Of course, at that time, Dipper Pines just had to walk in on Wendy admitting her liking for his plan to woo her. He had missed the whole conversation with the exception of Wendy's last sentence. "Like what kind of stuff?" He asked, slightly nervous, since he wasn't expecting her to show up to work on this particular afternoon.
"Hey Dipper." Wendy smiled and nonchalantly placed her mud-stained boots back onto the table. "Mabel was telling me how someone wrote her a poem. And I was saying how none of my boyfriends had done that for me, despite me being a sucker for that kind of stuff."
Dipper snapped his head over to Mabel's awkwardly grinning face. Her braces were showing, and she knew she had screwed this one up for Dipper. Her brother gave her a blank stare that was full of disappointment and resentment.
"Something wrong Dipper?" Wendy seemed to take notice that Dipper was upset.
"No. Everything is fine." He said, turning to Wendy. "I think I'm going to go outside for fresh air."
"You do know that it's pouring rain?" She informed him.
"Even better." He said sarcastically as he left the kitchen through the swinging doors in a fit of anger.
Wendy shrugged and stretched for her bag. "So look what I found in my mailbox yesterday." Wendy pulled out a thick white envelope that had a golden seal on it.
"What is it?" Mabel asked, peeking over the swinging doors and watching Dipper leave the gift shop in the middle of a downpour. She frowned for a second and turned to the window. She saw Dipper looking down at the ground, his white and blue hat were already soaked, and his brown hair was dripping with rain. His vest and shirt were clearly stuck to his body from all the water and his gray shorts were two shades darker. His hands were sitting in his pockets and he was slowly walking towards the woods, kicking the rocks that were on his path with little effort.
Wendy opened her mouth to speak but Mabel quickly acted. "Hold that thought. I thought I heard the doorbell." Two lies in one day, it stung. Mabel quickly ran to the gift shop and opened the door to the dripping rain.
Wendy looked over at Soos. "What's up with that?" Her finger was pointed over her shoulder towards the gift shop. Soos shrugged, playing stupid was his sort of thing, and it came in handy in situations like this.
Mabel closed the gift shop door behind her and stepped out into the heavy drizzle. The rain started to soak her new sweatshirt that she had just knitted yesterday. It was red and had a picture of a brown dog with its tongue sticking out stitched onto it. Mabel ran through the rain, calling Dipper's name. She saw a glimpse of him walk into the forest, so she followed her brother, trying to apologize for what she had done wrong...
