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Mason opened the door to the apartment. While he had said house, he really lived in a two bedroom apartment. It was affordable and good quality.

Plus, it had a nice view of the town.

Wendy stepped in as Mason dropped his keys on the counter. He glanced back at her, slightly nervously. He hoped his apartment wasn't too dirty.

Then again, he knew it wasn't. He kept his possessions, and living space, immaculately clean, a side effect of OCD. The only exception to this rule was his 'office'. Really, it was the other room, besides his bedroom. It had the best view, one of a large forest that reminded him of Gravity Falls. Scattered all around, thumbtacked to the walls, taped everywhere, where photographs. A little closet, off to the side, had a dark room in case he needed it. He glanced over at the office, and realized the door was cracked open. He strode across the room, and closed the door with a soft whump.

He stepped into the living room to find her standing awkwardly. He gestured to the plush couch, in front of his low coffee table. A newspaper was on it, along with a stack of photos, but otherwise it was clear.

"Want anything to drink? Coffee, soda, um, tea?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't question about alcohol. He, personally, didn't enjoy drinking. He had been made fun of because of this fact, but he didn't care. Drunk people made mistakes; he didn't plan to be one of those.

"Coffee, 5 sugars, and milk or creamer if you have it." Mason smiled in relief and quickly mixed up the brew. He grabbed a Sprite for himself. He opened it with an audible hiss. He took a swig, and set it down on the table, setting himself down in a worn armchair across from wendy. She peered at him from over the edge of her mug. He smiled, and leaned back into his tattered, yet comfy armchair. She finally set the cup down.

"So..." She began.

He smiled. "So..."

"How have you been?" She started, gracelessly attempting at small talk.

"You suck at small talk, you know." He replied, smirking gently. Her face flushed, and she picked up the paper and chucked it at him. Yelping, he ducked out of the way.

"Oi!" He snatched up the newspaper, and she plucked a magazine out of her purse, rolling it up. They launched at each other with awesome warrior battle cries, resulting in many resounding thumps and accompanying squeals of surprise. The both froze when the old lady who lived above Mason banged on the floor, caterwauling about young punks. They glanced at each other, before simultaneously cracking up, before finally returning to their respective seats.

"Okay, that was extremely childish." Laughed Wendy, breathless.

"But fun?" Asked Mason.

"But fun." agreed Wendy.

"Anyway, what are you doing here in Sky pass?" Asked Mason curiously.

"I could ask you the same thing, Pines! Last I heard, you were still in Piedmont, attending some big wig college, while I had to deal with your sister and all of her… Mabel-ness!" She exclaimed. He gave a sheepish chuckle, and rubbed the back of his head. "Did you ever hear what classes I was taking?" a head shake. "I decided on photography, actually. I enjoy capturing wildlife, and natural surroundings on film.

"Oh. Is that why you moved up here?" asked Wendy.

"Yep! I think it's great. I decided to go on a prolonged camping trip, in the woods, with just me, the wildlife, and my camera." He paused. "Oh, and food."

Laughing slightly, Wendy checked the time and stood up with a regretful look on her face. "As much as I would love to stay here and chat all afternoon, I have to get back to work." Her face lit up. "But, you can have my cell number!" She beamed, and scribbled it down on a piece of paper that seemed to appear magically from her purse. She shoved it at him, and sauntered out the door. Shaking his head at her antics, he picked up her cup and headed to the kitchen, setting it in the sink. He finished his soda, and stepped into his office.

Mason grabbed his messenger bag, with his camera and other things in it, and headed out into the great beyond.

Wendy hadn't really been sure what to expect at Mason's house. As a kid, he had always been a relatively messy person, leaving clothes and things everywhere. She was relieved to find, however, that his house appeared to be clean. She watched him waltz around his home for a few seconds, doing this and that, before gesturing and telling her to sit down. She sat on the plump couch, enjoying how she just seemed to sink right into it. Mason asked her what her drink of choice would be, and she was proud, in a weird way, that he didn't offer alcohol. She accepted her coffee, and marveled at how he had grown.

He was in no way the anxious teen she had watched. He'd grown up tall, and lean. He wasn't very strong looking, more of a runner's body, but he held himself with confidence that hadn't been there in his youth. His hair was still a rather short length, but the stubble creeping down the sides of his face made up for it. His face was surprisingly acne clear, and he seemed to have a permanent half-smile situated on his lips.

All in all, Dipper-Mason now- had grown up very nicely.

A brief conversation (including a pillow fight) later, she realized that Soos would be getting mad at her if she didn't come home soon. She was reluctant to leave. Then, out of the blue, she got the idea to give him her phone number. After scribbling it on a paper from her purse(nothing important, she hoped), she rushed out the door and hopped into her car, eager to get home and tell the Stans and Soos, and everybody else that Dipper-Mason, she reminded herself- was only a few miles away.

As he stepped back into his apartment, Mason was excited to see how the pictures had come out. He had enjoyed taking them, and was eager to reap the benefits.

Setting down and printing them was probably the most boring part of the whole process. Hours, it felt like, but could only have been about 15 minutes. He flipped through them quickly, a smile slowly stretching across his face.

Tree, squirrel, fox, flowers, more trees, a stream cool rock-wait! He froze. What was that? Behind the rock, there was a shadow. Something that obviously didn't belong there. He squinted, and peered closer. It looked kind of like a…

He dropped the picture in shock, and stumbled back a few steps.

It looked like a gnome.