The next day Dipper woke up in his bed with no memory of how he got there. He was still in his clothes and his hat was perched on the night stand. He wanted to get out of bed, but realized that his legs were really sore. Grunkle Stan came up and sat on the floor by Dipper's bed.
"Heard you had an accident kid." Dipper rubbed his head. He noticed that his legs were all bandaged up.
"Yeah I guess I did." He was trying to remember what happened the night before. Mabel and Wendy stomped up the stairs. They entered the twins' bedroom with a tray of pancakes for Dipper.
Mabel sat and ate the pancakes with Dipper. Grunkle Stan asked to have a word with Wendy. She reluctantly followed him down the stairs.
Mabel pressed her ear to the floorboard to see if she could hear anything.
"Don't think I didn't see you two last night," he said. Mabel heard the words though they were slightly muffled.
"What did you and Wendy do last night?" Mabel asked. Dipper blushed and shoved a fork full of pancakes in his mouth. She shook her twin brother's shoulders. "TELL ME DIPPER!" He nearly choked on his food.
"We sort of," Dipper began. He took a deep breath and smiled. "We sort of kissed." Mabel's eyes widened and she squealed with excitement. Then flopped back down to the floor to listen.
Grunkle Stan was yelling at Wendy. "Do you know how dangerous this could be?" Mabel's pulse quickened. What kind of danger was he talking about? "What if he finds out? What if you can't control yourself and you hurt him?" Mabel gasped.
She stood up and looked at her injured brother. "He says Wendy's dangerous or something," said Mabel. Dipper knew now that there were a lot of dangerous things in Gravity Falls. Could Wendy be one of them? He heard the door swing open loudly. Mabel stared out the window as Wendy ran into the woods.
Dipper wanted to chase after her. He wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. But something inside him was telling him to give it some time. Mabel kept her brother company that day. They goofed around on the computer, and stumbled upon Robbie's tumblr page.
Robbie was the tortured looking guy from Wendy's group of friends. He had a guitar and a strange hoodie. He was the dark brooding type, the one the women always fell for in places like Gravity Falls.
Dipper took over the keyboard and sent Robbie an anon.
~ HEY ROBBIE YOU SMELL LIKE UGLY CHEESE.
"What?" asked Mabel. Dipper laughed and erased the text. So maybe he wasn't the best at insults, but he just wanted Robbie to stay away from Wendy. Mabel stole the computer away and ran downstairs. Dipper was left alone.
He was resting and trying to shake off the pain. He wanted to see Wendy as soon as possible. Dipper longed to know why she was "dangerous".
Mabel played a computer game at the counter of the Mystery Shack. "Boop Beep Bop," she yelled pounding at the keys. Grunkle Stan took the laptop away from Mabel, who whined in protest.
Dipper wandered up to the roof without his shirt on. He didn't want to look so pale and ugly the next time he saw Wendy. Besides, some fresh air would be good for him.
He screamed as he noticed Wendy standing there. "W-Wendy?" he called out. She turned to him.
"Hey Dipper. How ya feelin'?" she asked.
"My legs aren't as sore as they were this morning." Dipper offered. Wendy smiled. Dipper thought she looked different. He was worried about looking pale, when, at that moment, Wendy looked as pale as a ghost. He examined the rest of the girl's body trying to catch anything else.
"Look, I'm sorry I kissed you last night." Dipper's breath caught in his throat. "It was a mistake," Wendy continued. Dipper felt light headed. There he was, a skinny twelve year old, who was madly in love with this girl. And Wendy, who'd made a move the night before, was trying to take it all back.
"I'm not sorry," Dipper said. Wendy blinked and stared at him. "I like you a lot." Wendy's hair was blowing in the slight breeze. He noticed a small tear rolling down her cheek. Dipper wished he wasn't so short so he could reach up and wipe the tear off of the unusually tall girl's cheek.
"Don't cry Wendy," said Dipper. She let out a half hearted chuckle and caught the tear on the tip of her tongue. She reached down to hug him.
"I'm sorry Dipper, but it's better this way. I'm not..." She hesitated and turned to face the setting sun. "I'm not good." Dipper's heart sank as he watched the girl of his dreams slide down the trees and hit the ground running.
Not gonna cry. Not gonna cry. Dipper thought to himself.
Ten minutes later he was lying on the couch sobbing into a pillow. He sniffled and held the pillow tightly against his chest. "It still smells like her," he whispered. He buried his nose into the yellow fabric of the pillow and dozed off.
He was awoken by the sound of Mabel running around the living room. He pulled his pillow over his head. "Mabel! Could you please try to be slightly less annoying?" he whined.
"Not now Dipper," she said. She had Wendy's cell phone in her hands. "You're never going to believe this..."