Continuation of Coffeeshop AU
Dipper had agreed that his first date with Wendy Corduroy had gone well, much better than expected. He had tried his hardest to be polite and charming, which the redhead had responded to with smiles and soft laughs. She had readily admitted that it had been an absolutely amazing evening, kissed him on the cheek and he had walked her home.
The next few days had been overwhelmingly dull for Dipper, having taken some time off to visit his sister he'd been left with little more than the occasional text message from Wendy while she worked.
The time with his sister had been wonderful apart from that, Mabel and Pacifica had enquired about the 'simply adorable' redhead Pacifica had seen kiss Dipper on the cheek. Dipper had spluttered and panicked, much to the glee of the two women. As evening drew on and they ate dinner Dipper had disclosed information about his date to the two women. The two had tutted, gasped and commented on every action he made.
As he said his goodbyes Dipper's phone had begun to buzz frantically in his pocket. Checking who it was, he found a picture of Wendy smiling with a slight blush on her face, a picture he'd taken during one of their shifts. She'd been talking animatedly about a band she really liked, playing tracks from her phone and getting lost in the music. That's when he'd snapped the picture, he couldn't help it she just looked so content, perfectly at peace with herself.
Being drawn out of his melancholy by the continued buzzing in his hand Dipper tapped the screen and placed the phone to his ear.
"Dipper!" Wendy's voice was a mix of terrified and overwhelmingly relieved. "Thank God you picked up, I didn't know who else to call."
Dipper couldn't help but smile to himself at this, the trust she had put him really meant a lot. "What is it Wendy? Are you okay?" He did nothing to hide the concern in his voice simply too worried for his friend.
"No, I was out with Tambry. We were at some club, The Telepath I think, she met this guy he said he was in a band and she went off with him." As she explained her situation her voice grew more and more panicked. "I'm stuck in the middle of the city Dipper, I don't know how to get anywhere from here. I know you're meant to be having your day off, but please can you come get me." Dipper could almost feel the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she spoke. He was about to confirm his intention to come pick her up when he heard it. Barely above a whisper, Wendy let out a soft "please." Dipper let the word roll over him, the sheer desperation in her voice a sound she had never made in front of him before.
"I'm on my way." was all he said before throwing on his jacket and rushing to his car.
Dipper had a little bit of difficulty finding The Telepath, despite his phones declarations that it was through a solid brick wall, he made it to outside the club in just under 45 minutes. What met him was a very confusing sight. There was Wendy, leaning against the wall of the club, eyes wide upon seeing him pull up. He could clearly see the redness around her eyes from where she'd been crying, but as she walked towards him his mind went blank. His first thoughts were legs, a pair of stunning legs that disappeared from his sight under a black skirt just above her lower thigh. His eyes were then drawn to the stunning, forest green top that showed off just a tiny glimpse of her midriff. Moving his eyes back to her face Dipper could see the slight traces of a blush but he couldn't be certain, he opened the passenger door and beckoned her to sit inside. Quickly sliding into the seat next to him she gently graced his cheek with a kiss before wrapping him in a hug over the console. Shaking softly at the warm arms embracing her, Wendy softly asked him to take her home.
They drove in silence, Wendy gently resting her head on Dipper's shoulder as he drove much to her own discomfort but the physical contact was too desirable to lose. Not a word was said as they pulled up outside her flat, she simply climbed out the car and went round to his door, opening it and gently pulling on his hand to follow her. The two of them made their way through the building to her door where she pulled him inside.
As Dipper gently sat on the couch Wendy finally spoke. "do you want a hot chocolate, I'm not in the mood for anything else." Dipper barked his affirmation and waited for his friend to sit with him. About five minutes later Wendy returned with two mugs of the warm, chocolaty liquid and offered one to the boy sat on her sofa. They spent the next hour curled up with each other watching a rerun of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a show the two of them shared a great passion for. As the end credits drifted across the screen Dipper looked down at Wendy, who had slowly drifted to sleep her head in his lap. Chuckling at the look of peace on her face Dipper decided that, though he might have to move her, he didn't need to do it tonight. Grabbing a blanket she had left beside the couch Dipper pulled it over the two of them and allowed sleep to claim him.