Chapter Two
Dipper awoke in a hospital bed. He has to admit, he was a little scared. He didn't know how he had gotten there or how long he has been there. The last thing he remembers is Wendy saying that she would go out with him. The thought of it caused butterflies to whirl around inside his stomach, giving him a warm and pleasant, yet sickening, feeling inside. Had Wendy really said that he, Dipper, was manlier than Robbie.
"Hey sleepy head," came a familiar voice. Wendy walked through the entrance to his room. "You passed out unconscious. You had Mabel and I scared half to death."They stared into each other's eyes for a minute in complete silence until Mabel came marching in.
"Dipper and Wendy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes a baby-" Mabel's enthusiastic screams were cut off by Dipper.
"Did you have too much sugar or bump your head today, because you seem a little off your rocker."
"No…I'm just happy you two lovebirds are in love." Mabel smiled then sat on the bed next to Dipper. "So, how's my LITTLE brother doing today? Is he a LITTLE tired? Does he need to take a LITTLE nap?" Mabel always teased Dipper about how she was a millimeter taller than him.
"Stop it!" When he screamed that, his voice cracked. "I'll have you know, I'm doing fine, I'm not tired, and I don't take naps anymore."
"As soon as we get home, we're playing mini golf in the attic. Agreed?" Mabel asked.
"Agreed." Wendy and Mabel walked with Dipper out of his room and into the waiting room. He saw Grunkle Stan at the checkout desk, checking Dipper out of the hospital.
"You had me, Wendy, your sister, and your parents a little scared the kid. Be careful of when and where you go unconscious." Grunkle Stan had a grumpy and tired tone to his voice.
"Sorry." Dipper looked down at his feet, wondering why he was all of a sudden disappointed in himself.
"It's okay, you just had me scared, which is not that easy of a thing to do."
When they got back to the Shack, Dipper, Mabel, and Wendy raced upstairs to the attic. "Let's play some golf!" Mabel screamed.
"Can I join in?" Wendy asked.
"Sure!" the twins said in perfect harmony.
"Have you ever played mini golf?" Mabel asked.
"Yeah, a few years back."
"But have you ever played Pines Golf?"
"I don't think so. How do you play?"
"Well, each of the obstacles are homemade, so try to be careful. You can hit as soft or as hard as you'd like. We broke a window once before and hit Grunkle Stan right on the head with the ball going as fast as it could. He didn't even know where it came from. Good times, good times," Dipper said. He told Wendy about each of the courses. By the time he was done, they went downstairs to eat dinner.
"What's for dinner, Grunkle Stan?"
"Lasagna," said Grunkle Stan in a grumpy voice.
"Okay." Dipper didn't sound so enthusiastic either.
"I'm gonna go home to eat dinner. I'm having tacos. I can't miss tacos," Wendy said.
"Okay! See you tomorrow at work."
"Okay, bye." She started to walk away. Dipper stared at her flowing orange hair. When she disappeared out of her sight, he looked back at his plate, fork, and lasagna and started digging in and eating his dinner fast and like a pig. No offense to Waddles of course.
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