Wirt loves to write poetry, as those who truly know him have knowledge of so, but when he notices the poems become more increasingly about a certain "Pine Tree'', he searches to find the truth. By not approaching the situation properly, of course.

Wirt smirked at his newest work, finding it something he could be proud of. Maybe one day he'd work up the courage to present it to his best friend, Dipper. Like he always promised the other that he would, and then would back out of it.

What was this even about anyway?

He knew he was thinking about the aforementioned friend as he wrote it - most of his work was based from real life - but what did he just write?

Mumbling random combinations of letters, he bit down on his thumb nail, looking over the work.

Oh, how he perfects the color of brown with those bright eyes, a rather dull color turned to beauty.

Well, it was true. He had always admired his eyes. Nothing romantic about that, right?

And nothing could ever compare to a voice like his, neither too robust or too soft - just as melodic as one could ever dream of.

He did listen to Dipper ramble a lot. Maybe it was just a rather paraphrased version of that. Right.

After a short while of reading, Wirt cursed under his breath as he soon ran out of reasons for these words, slowly concluding them to become words of feelings for the other teen. Wait.

Wait.

He didn't actually have feelings for Dipper, right? Maybe this was all a misunderstanding. He surely couldn't feel like the way he used to for Sarah.

Unless he did.

This was bad. This was very bad.

Clumsily getting out of the chair he was sitting on, Wirt got out of his room, doing his best to dodge the toys Greg had left on the ground. Making his way to the rather rustic-themed kitchen his mom had designed, he got a glass of water and sat down, doing his best to calm himself.

Mumbling a few strands of don't worry's and it's fine's, he jumped up at the sound of the doorbell. Rushing to the door, he opened it without thinking, only to find the friend he'd been stressing over. Running a hand through his own dark locks, he forced himself to smile. "Oh, hey Dipper."

Dipper smiled softly, hugging his jacket closer to himself. Winter was rather cold this time around. "Hey, Wirt. Can... can I come in?"

Wirt nodded his head quickly, letting Dipper in and shutting the door. "Sorry. I completely forgot how cold it is out there..."

Dipper shook his head, replying; "It's okay, man. I would forget about it myself."

Wirt smiled awkwardly, rubbing his arm. "Okay, uh, good. So, why did you walk through the snow to get here anyway? Did Mabel leave her headband here again or something?"

Dipper chuckled lightly, looking away. Well, that certainly blew his cover. "I just wanted to visit you. Without Mabel being Mabel and stuff, y'know?"

Wirt nodded his head in agreement, turning toward the door to his room. "I have that game we played last time. If you want to play that or something."

"A-actually, I came to talk to you about something that needs to be said. Can we... go to your room to talk?"

Wirt turned back to him, pausing in thought. What was so important that he couldn't talk here? Glancing to his side he saw Greg playing with his frog, Jason Funderburker. Looking back to Dipper, he nodded his head once more. "Sure..."

Holding back one of his tendencies to say a few lines of poetry, Wirt led him to his room, quickly putting away his most recent work. Dipper certainly didn't need to see that. Sitting down on his desk chair, he spun around to face Dipper, who sat on his bed. "So... what was it you needed?"

Dipper chuckled nervously, wiping his rather sweaty hands on his jeans. "Well, there's something I've been meaning to tell you... and, it's really crazy, trust me. Like, I can't believe that I would actually... it's different, I mean... ugh, I'm rambling..."

Wirt raised an eyebrow, worried that Dipper wasn't quite sure he was ready to say anything yet. "You don't have to tell me, Dipper. It can wait."

Dipper shook his head quickly. "No, uh, it needs to be said. I... I like someone. And I'm afraid to tell them."

Wirt's heart fell, and he grasped at his own sweater slightly. Oh, how he'd give almost anything to be whomever it was Dipper liked. Sighing, looked towards his feet. This couldn't be happening. "I see... I... do you mind telling me who it is?"

Dipper flushed red at the question, eyes quickly darting to the side of the room. "I mean, I could, but I, uh..." He took a deep breath and stood up, stepping close to where Wirt sat. "I could just show you."

As soon as Wirt looked up, his eyes met Dipper's. "I, uh, what do you mean by that? They a-aren't here, are they?"

"They are actually. They... they're sitting right in front of me."

Wirt flushed red in realization, uttering out a simple: "O-oh..."

Dipper took in another deep breath before speaking. This was so hard to ask. "Do you mind if I try something?"

Wirt wanted to question what he meant exactly, but nodded his head before he could do so. Eyes locked on the other.

Dipper rested his hand on Wirt's cheek before pressing a soft and quick kiss to his lips. Stepping away soon afterwards.

"I really like you," Wirt blurted out, taking in nervous, shaky breaths.

"Me, too," Dipper replied, looking downwards. He was way too nervous to look at Wirt now. "You didn't mind that I...?"

"No, no, I didn't... we... we, uh, we should do that again sometime, I think."

Dipper looked up, smirking. "I still have time before I have to be home, you know..."

End.