Chapter 2: Odd Dream
In the late night, Dipper was just writing in a book mainly out of boredom. There was not much else to do that night. Mabel sat straight up in bed, accidently knocking Waddles to the floor, and with a startled squeal to follow. She was looking a lot better than she did earlier. "You okay, Mabel?" Dipper asked. He noticed the look on her face that seemed to show shock confusion and horror of some sort. "Huh? …Y-yeah. I just had a bad dream…" she admitted. He didn't want to remind her of the dream anymore, so he just tried to change the topic to the first thing that came. "…You feeling any better?" her twin asked. Mabel just nodded in reply, feeling a lot better than earlier, though he could still see something was on her mind just by looking at her face.
"Thanks again for taking care of me," Mabel thanked him. Her brother shrugged. "It was nothing. I'm going to go to bed early. I get to work with Wendy tomorrow," Dipper exclaimed while lying back down. Mabel looked at him a bit sadly before looking down to Waddles who was in the floor, looking back. It only gave an oink, like it was asking her what was on her mind. "I'll tell you tomorrow, Waddles…" she reached down and rubbed the head of the pig. She knew that she was going to have another day off tomorrow. She laid down and stared at the ceiling. She sighed, lost deeply in thought before she began to sob to herself. "Why did I dream of that?" she whispered to herself, upset. The words echoed in her mind over and over again. She had been lying about her dream, and what really happened was driving her mind insane.
The next day, Mabel found herself alone at home, since her twin and Grunkle were off to work at the Mystery Shack. She was sitting in the living room in front of Waddles who was looking at her with a slightly tilted head. "I don't know how… or what to say, Waddles. That dream was just awful and weird. Something in the woods hurt Dipper and he was dying. I was kissing him goodbye, and… I was enjoying it. What is wrong with me, Waddles?!" Mabel shouted, her explanation going from calm to panicky as she spoke. Before she knew it, she was hugging her pet pig, rocking back and forth. An oink came out from Waddles as it chewed on her sweater sleeve.
"And the worst part is… I-I actually feel the same as I did in the dream…" she continued, opening up her secrets to the pig that was just looking at her, listening. Mabel knew not to have those feelings for her brother, but no matter what, she couldn't get them out of her mind. She couldn't even look at her twin properly this morning. "I don't know what to do…" she muttered, looking down, still in her sick sweater mainly as an excuse to get another day off with ease, though Waddles gave a snort and laid down in the floor. She knew treating a pet like a therapist wasn't the most normal thing to do, but if she went and told anyone else, she wouldn't know how dire consequences would be. "…If these feelings don't stop… then I'll talk to Dipper," Mabel mentally spoke to herself. But she decided to keep it secret until the time comes.
Meanwhile at the Mystery Shack, Dipper was busy stocking various items on shelves. He would occasionally give a glance to his side where he could see an older girl working behind the counter. She was tall and somewhat skinny, with a few freckles on her face and long red hair, and wearing a tan and brown colored lumberjack hat and a jade plaid shirt. Today seemed like a slow day, and she was resting at the counter with her head resting in her hand and eyes closed. Dipper knew it was boring sometimes around the shop, especially to her. Wendy was a resident in Gravity Falls, that he had a crush on. He never had the courage to ask her out on a date, even when his twin sister tried to boost his confidence. Dipper was always afraid of her reaction, but he thought it might be the perfect time right now before there was a single customer, and plus it might break the silence of the boredom.
Once he finished stocking the last of the items, Dipper took in a deep breath, mentally reminding himself of every form of motivation he could remember. And then he approached the counter. "H-hey, Wendy," he nervously greeted her. "Hey. What's up?" Wendy snapped out of her bored trance. "I-I was wondering, if you'd, well… if you'd like to hang out with me tonight?" Dipper offered, with a nervous smile that Wendy could clearly tell what he was asking. She thought it over for a second. "Hang out like friends, or hang out like a date?" she questioned, even though she already knew the most possible answer, but then again she had to be sure. "W-well, I mean… uh, l-like a date, you know?" he managed to stammer out an answer. Wendy found it somewhat cute to note how nervous he was. "Well… I don't have anything to do tonight anyway," she agreed to going on a date with him. Dipper felt something in the back of his head have him wonder if he was dream or not.
"R-really? T-that's great… h-how about the club at eight?" Dipper suggested. "Sounds like a plan. I'll see you there," she insisted. After that, Dipper walked away to get back to managing inventory, only one thought going through his mind that was just yes being chanted over and over again. Dipper was glad that it wasn't a dream, and he hoped for this date to go well.
End of Chapter 2