Norman looked out the window of his camp's rickety old bus and sighed. 'Camp will be so much fun, Norman!' He replayed his mother's words to himself for the thousandth time, as if saying them again would change anything. Norman could admit that the first day was pretty fun; he enjoyed seeing kids rushing to their cabins like wild animals, encountering new people, and sharing horror stories by the sorry excuse for a bonfire while stuffing s'mores down his throat like an idiot. At first Norman thought that maybe he could actually have fun this summer, and make friends. But of course, he was in the back of the bus, eyes glued to its old windows as he continued to dislike this camp, and life in general. Literally nothing could be worse than this.. Norman thought exasperatedly, until his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud shrieking that was supposed to be singing..
Norman decided that a 'dying whale' was a more fitting description of the noises his scout leader was emitting. 'THE WHEELS ON THE BUS...' Dear god.. 'THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO 'ROOUUND AND 'ROUUUND~' Someone put me out of my misery.. 'ROUND AND ROUND, ROOUUUND AND ROUND' To Norman's horror, everyone on the bus joined in, yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs. 'THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUUUUUUUUUUUND' I'm so done with this bus and everyone in it.. 'ALL THROOOOOOOUGH THE TOWN!~' Norman placed his hands over his ears to prepare himself for the 'whale apocalypse', slowly gliding them back in the pockets of his hoodie as he realized they had reached their destination. A modest, run down house with the words 'MYSTERY SHACK' pasted onto two old boards stood before them. The 'S' had fallen off but its outline was still visible. "Saved by the bell.." Norman chuckled under his breath as he followed the overly excited group of kids running out the bus. A tall, scruffy man who appeared to be well into his late 60s emerged with a megaphone. "Welcome, Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, to the Mystery Shack; A place full of wonder and excitement! Prepare yourselves because what I'm about to show you will blow your minds!" The speech earned ooh's, and aah's from the audience but Norman just rolled his eyes, and after a few 'mind blowing' attractions he decided to keep what was left of his sanity and wait in the gift shop.
"Beyooond boring." Norman groaned, his mouth forming an 'O' shape as he lazily stared at the dusty floorboards beneath him. As far he was concerned, Norman would've preferred staying home, laying in front of his room's fan, trying to cool himself while watching some old zombie movies. Norman was just about to leave the shack and wait outside for the rest of the campers when a rusty nail of one of the floorboards caught his shoelace. He grimaced as he braced himself for incoming impact with the floor, eyes slowly squinting open upon the realization that he hadn't fallen. A scarlet red spread across Norman's typically pale face when he registered the hands holding him back. "T-thanks!" The spikey-haired boy stuttered, not sure of what else he to say. "No problem," a calmer voice responded. "You okay?" Norman shyly blinked at the stranger's concern. "M-me? I'm f-fine as wine in the s-summertime." The mysterious boy giggled at Norman's awkwardness and because of how adorable the stranger sounded, the other boy didn't care. "The name's Dipper, I don't think I got yours." He coolly replied, eyes locked on Norman as he extended his hand to him. "N-Norman. Norman Babcock." Blue eyes met hazel ones, and as Norman reluctantly grabbed the stranger's hand, electricity surged through his veins.
The shittiest about this trip wasn't the singing, it was the fact I didn't meet Dipper sooner.