I'M LATE AND I HAVE NO EXCUSE!

I fell into Hamilton hell, and I had to feed that obsession. I started writing this chapter in March, and now I started it again in almost June. Sorry for a lazy chapter. This will mainly focus on Dipper. Because this is so last minute there will be typos I PROMISE. Enjoy! Best of Wives and best of Women!


Mrs. Pines punched haphazard letters into her brand new laptop, allowing the steam of her mug of coffee wake her up. Transferring emails with the twins' grandmother was proven to be more stressful than writing a six page essay on global warming. Whenever she'd put so much work into typing a long 618 word greeting, her mother would respond with a lazy "K."

Rubbing her temple, Mrs. Pines' fingers hovered over the 'f' key when a robotic bleep erupted from the computer.

'You have a facetime request from:
Wendy Corduroy' the screen read.

Mrs. Pines squinted her eyes. She didn't recall knowing a Wendy.

Must be one of Dipper or Mabel's friends she assumed. Cupping her hands around her lips, she screamed "Kids! A 'Wendy Corduroy' wants to face time with you!"

It was quiet at first, no sign of response to her message. Ms. Pines parted her lips, prepared to call out again when all of a sudden the sound of two elephants falling down the stairs rang in her ears.

"DID YOU SAY WENDY?" Dipper catapulted in front of his mother, heaving between every word. His hair stuck up in all directions, having just woken up a few moments ago.

Mrs. Pines raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm assuming she's one of your-"

"WENDY? OHMAGOOOOOSH!" Mabel was next, bumping into her brother's backside. Dipper uncomfortably stepped forth away from his sister, still not awknowledging her existence.

"I'll take that, thank you very much." Dipper extended his hand towards the computer. He knew he'd never see her in the flesh for another year, at least he'd be able to see her face on a screen.

"How do you know it's not for me?" Mabel barked harshly, not meeting Dipper's eyes. "Wendy loves me!" Mabel's first day of summer school was today, so unlike her twin she was no longer wearing her pajamas.

Mrs. Pines winced, there was no way these two would reach an agreement. "Now listen here."

Dipper and Mabel looked up at her, their hands quivering with anticipation.

"You two can take turns. I will pick!" Suddenly, the mother's laptop was snatched from her lap, and as a gust of wind passed her both kids were gone.

"CHEATER!" Mabel ran after her brother, chasing him up the steep wooden stairs of their house. Laptop held against his chest, Dipper sprinted into his room. His legs growing heavier and heavier as he ran. Once he made it to his destination, Dipper slammed their bedroom door before Mabel could get her hands on it. Locking it up, Dipper quickly dragged his fingers through hair in an effort to make himself presentable for his ex-crush.

"DIPPER OPEN UP!" Mabel repeatedly slammed clenched fists against the door, grunting with exhaustion and frustration. "I WANT TO TALK TO WENDY TOO!" Her banging only grew louder, up the point where Dipper was scared she was trying to smash through.

Dipper could feel small beads of sweat forming around his birthmark, despite the Pines' air conditioner being on full blast. Opening his mouth to say something, he realized speaking to his sister would be a violation of their 'mute button' rule, so he decided against it.

Mabel heaved, also exhausted from the race she had with Dipper to get upstairs. As she heard the gentle clicking of her brother's fingers typing the password to the laptop, she knew it was too late.

Mabel's face grew red. Maybe from the heat? The running? The guilt.

She felt like she was going to fall over as she recalled what day it was. Summer school. Mabel looked down at her body, almost surprised she wasn't wearing a brightly colored sweater. A black tee shirt. And jeans. Boring.

Mabel huffed at her drooping, eye-invading bangs, reminder her she forgot to wear a headband.

"It'll do." Mabel muttered softly, making her way back downstairs for a last minute breakfast. Then she'd be gone.

Dipper wiped the sweat from his forehead, inhaling and exhaling deeply before opening up FaceTime. He sat down on their bedroom floor, his posture straight and legs crossed. Girls dig that.

Wendy's face appeared on the screen, her flannel decorated livingroom behind her camouflaged perfectly with her red flannel shirt.

"Hey doofus!"

"WENDY!" Dipper yelped a little too loudly into the camera.

Wendy let out the small chuckle Dipper wished he could hear in the flesh, "I'm chatting with you because I saw that you wrote Stan and Ford a letter. Not cool, dude."

Dipper felt heat travel up to his cheeks, "S-S-Sorry. I wanted to write to you, I just-"

"No dude, I meant that you wrote them a letter!" she shuddered like saying the word 'letter' was equivalent to having ice cubes poured down your pants, "We have technology for a reason, man."

Dipper chuckled nervously for an uncomfortable amount amount of time, "Ha ha, good one." The brunette bit his lip, desperate to change the topic. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Can we talk about those Star Wars pajamas first?" Wendy chuckled, her eyes lowered at his shirt.

Dipper gave a half hearted laugh, his cheeks turning red as he crossed his arms over the Star Wars slogan. "About something serious."

Wendy allowed her lips to part, shoving a stick of gum into her mouth before nodding her head.

"When was the last time you got pissed off at someone? Like, really pissed off at someone?"

Wendy shot up like a puppy watching a mailman walk by, "Oh, you have no idea! Yesterday, Robbie stole my muffin!"

"I mean, about something major..."

Wendy allowed her posture to morph back into her natural slouch, "Oh. Well, no actually."

Dipper's frown thickened, "I need some advice."

"About...?"

"Well, Mabel got summer school and now we can't go to Gravity Falls."

Wendy sucked her teeth with sympathy, "Aww, dude."

"Yeah, and it was all because she didn't do a stupid assignment!" Dipper's voice grew louder with each word, "I wouldn't be mad if she couldn't help it, but all she had to do was do a project! Is it really that hard?"

Wendy scrunched her thin lips into an 'o' shape, allowing a pink bubble to expand like a ballon. They both jumped as it blew up in her face. "As an expert on laziness, I can confirm that she was being pretty lazy. But I'm sure if Mabel thought about the fact she could get both of you in trouble, I'm sure she would've-"

"That's exactly my point! Mabel never thinks about what could happen next. She never thinks about the dumb choices she's making, she thinks she can do whatever she wants without suffering!" Dipper spewed at the laptop.

Wendy's eyebrows sprouted up, "Woah Dipper, let it out bro!" She seemed almost entertained at Dipper's rage.

"And I don't know how to react."

Wendy nodded her head slowly, and Dipper could tell she was genuinely interested about the conversation. That struck him with relief, because as much as he loved Wendy, she's one to under react.

"Forgive your sister, bro." She gnawed on her stick of bubblegum, "You guys were goals, no need to throw that away because of homework."

Dipper sighed, "It's not just about the homework, Wendy. It's about her as a person and her lack of commitment. When she gets to college, is she just going to 'not do things' every time she gets disinterested?"

Wendy blinked, unable to find the knowledge Dipper needed to get through this in her head. It was all so confusing. "Just talk." She decided, knowing it wasn't the best advice, but starting from square one would help.

Dipper sighed, careful to hide the disappointment in his eyes. He had expected a revolutionary answer that would work for both of them, but all he got was a recycled tip.

Talk.

But Dipper didn't want to talk.

"Hey, Wendy?" Dipper's voice went soft, "You have siblings, do you ever wish you were...you know."

Wendy's pupils wondered toward her blanket. She understood what he meant completely, and she hated it. A tingling protectiveness for Mabel bubbled inside of her as she answered. "I know what you're saying, but don't be so harsh. Where would you be without Mabel?"

Dipper bit his bottom lip, then yelped at how much it hurt. Wendy reached into her mouth and pulled out her gum, intertwining it between her fingers.

The two stared at each other, Wendy smiling and Dipper frowning. This was supposed to be helping, Dipper thought to himself, why isn't it?

"Do you still have my hat I gave you?" Wendy shouted, causing Dipper to jump back.

"Uh, yeah. I think so. Be right back." He rose himself up from the sweaty carpet floor and walked towards the giant toy chest at the foot of his bed. To his surprise, her infamous hat was right on top, next to Mabel's blue haired troll doll.

"Found it!" He threw himself back onto the floor, the hat loosely placed on his matted hair. Wendy had already put Dipper's Pine Tree trucker hat on before he even stood up.

They both shared a laugh for the first time since last summer.

"I miss you." Wendy said, surprisingly casually, as if she simply just said 'The sun is out today.'

Dipper flushed, "I-I miss you too."

Wendy flicked the bubblegum back into her mouth, chewing it savagely like an animal. "But seriously, don't bite Mabel's head off for it. By the way, where is that little gremlin."

"Oh.." Dipper scratched his neck, "She's probably at summer school."

Wendy smiled, "Okay cool, time apart. Go to the pool, make a smoothie, chill. You'll be seeing less and less time with her this summer, that'll give you some time to think."

Dipper slowly nodded, not wanting to hurt her feelings. He just didn't want to talk to Mabel.

"Thanks."

"Anytime. Listen, just should probably go. Stay cool?"

Dipper gave her a thumbs up, "That won't be hard for me, heh heh..."

Wendy rolled her eyes, a smirk plastered on her pretty freckled face. "Okay, cocky. Don't be stupid." She winked at her younger friend and closed her laptop, leaving Dipper by himself trying to compute what just happened...


OAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, that was so short. Sorry. But I'm happy I'm back. Character development for the Pine Twins coming up. Bai, hopefully I won't take a million years to write another chapter again, amirite?