Dipper plopped down on his bed. He was thinking about one girl, and one girl only.
"Mabel?" Dipper called
"Yeah Dipping Sauce?" Mabel replied, she was laying in her bed in her Purple floppy-disk nightgown, playing with Waddles
"…Do you think I should give up on ,well, trying to impress Wendy?" Dipper asked, staring at his feet
Mabel looked away from Waddles and focused on Dipper, who was staring at the wall, deep in thought, waiting for Mabel to reply
"Give UP?! That is NOT the Dipper I know!"
"Yeah, well" Dipper muttered "Do I really have a chance? I mean, she 15, I'm 12…"
Mabel glared at him, very confused " Why are you so depressed about Wendy lately!?"
Dipper stared at his hands, his face blank "its just, whats the point anymore? I mean, she DOES have a boyfriend.."
Mabel slowly started to realize what was going on. "Wait just a minute! Did Robbie say something to you?!"
Dipper nodded
"What a Jerk! Dipper, don't listen to anything he has to say, he's only trying to get to your head, which is exactly what he's doing!"
"But Mabel," Dipper sighed " maybe he's right, I mean-
"NO!" Mabel almost screamed, Waddles jumped down from the bed and sat on the carpet between them
" Robbie is all wrong! You know Wendy, she likes you, like, A LOT!
"Yeah, as a friend!" Dipper almost yelled, he quickly calmed himself down.
"Look, Dipper" Mabel said quietly " I know how you feel, but Wendy does like you… Trust me"
She turned her bedside lamp off
"Trust me"
Dipper still tossed and turned about it, with millions of thoughts going through his mind, but the one that he was thinking about most, was if his sister was right.