Wendy had been right. The orientation had been mind-bogglingly boring. It was basically just a bunch of professor's telling the Freshman how important college was, and how if they slacked off they'd get kicked out. As if Dipper needed to be reminded any more of how important this part of his life was.

Now he was alone in his room, absentmindedly lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He was hoping that Mabel might come and talk to him, but alas, there was no Mabel to be found.

Because she's hanging out with people other than her twin brother. Because she's a normal, functioning human being who's capable of making friends.

Hey, we made friends! What about Wendy and all the other guys?

Wendy only let you hang out with them because she felt sorry for you. She doesn't actually like you dude. She's just the latest in the series of people who pretend to like you for a while until you get clingy. Trust me, you're always gonna have to find her. She's never going to try and find you.

Dipper sighed, rolled onto his side, and pulled his blankets over him. He was still wearing his clothes, but he didn't really care. He just wanted to sleep…

There was a knock at the door. No way was Dipper answering that. It was just gonna be Mabel, trying to get him to come out of his room and hang out with a bunch of strangers he cared nothing about. Well he didn't want Mabel's pity. All he wanted was to be left alone, to be-

"Dipper? You in there?"

Hey, wait a minute. That's not Mabel. That's...

"Wendy?" called Dipper.

"Yeah, it's me," said Wendy. Dipper threw the blankets off of himself and ran to the door. He threw it open, and locked eyes with the bemused redhead. "How ya doin'?" she asked.

"I'm fine," said Dipper. There was a beat of awkward silence.

"You, uh, you up to anything?" asked Wendy.

"Not really," admitted Dipper. "I was just gonna go to sleep."

"What?" Wendy shook her head. "Dipper, it's nine o' clock."

"I know, I know, it's just I've had a long day and-"

"You're hanging out," said Wendy. She grabbed Dipper by the arm, and forced him out of his room. Dipper barely managed to grab onto the doorknob so the door closed behind him.

"W-Where are we going?" Dipper choked out. Wendy still had him by the arm, and was starting to lead him through the twisting, turning hallways.

"We're going to my room, duh," said Wendy. Dipper's heart-rate quickened.

"R-Really?" he asked.

"Yeah. All the other RA's are there," said Wendy. "We're gonna play video games."

Video games dude. That's it. Just video games, so calm the hell down.

"Oh, cool," said Dipper.

"I'm assuming you're pretty good at video games, right?" asked Wendy.

"Yeah, I'm okay," said Dipper.

"Being a little modest?" asked Wendy.

"Maybe a little," simpered Dipper. He gave Wendy a sly grin, which she returned in earnest.

"Dude, that was insane!" said Lee. Dipper had, for the third game in a row, destroyed everybody in Mario Kart 64. It hadn't even been close. Dipper had crossed the finish line before Wendy or Thompson had even finished the second lap.

"Well I've had a lot of practice," said Dipper. "Me and Mabel used to play this all the time when we were kids."

"Is there any game you're not good at?" asked Thompson. "You beat us in Mario Party, Super Smash Bros., Halo. You're like a pro dude."

"I know one game I can beat him at," said Wendy.

"Oh man, not that stupid game," groaned Tambry.

"You don't have to play if you don't want," said Wendy. "I know you want to text anyway." Tambry rolled her eyes, and took out her phone. Wendy smiled at Dipper and began rooting around in her game drawer. At one point she bent over, and Dipper got a good view of her ass. It was well built, and a little bit bigger than someone her size would normally have.

She must play field hockey, or something.

Nate tipped him a wink, and Dipper felt his cheeks burn.

"Here we go," said Wendy. She pulled out a large mat, and began to unfurl it. Dipper caught on immediately.

"Oh no, that's okay," he said quickly. "I absolutely cannot dance."

"Hey, I let you kick my butt up and down the room for like three hours," said Wendy. "Now you're gonna let me kick yours."

"Fine," groaned Dipper. Wendy put in Dance Dance Revolution, and started the game up. Over the next fifteen minutes, Dipper embarrassed himself again and again. To say Dipper was uncoordinated would be like saying an ocean is a little moist. Dipper flip flopped all over the mats like an angry, wet seal, while Wendy moved swiftly and carefully. Wendy got nearly 100% on most of the songs, while Dipper was averaging about 60. He was sweaty and exhausted by the time Wendy popped the disk back out and rolled the mat back up.

"Boo-ya!" shouted Wendy. She high fived the other RA's.

"It was a good try Dipper," said Lee, "but nobody can beat Corduroy at that game."

"It's my speciality," said Wendy. There was a knock on the door, and Wendy jogged over to it. She opened it, and frowned. A pale, greasy haired kid was standing at the threshold. He wore eyeliner, and was almost unhealthily thin. Dipper was reminded of a young Severus Snape, only a lot less magical and a lot more whiny.

"Hey Wendy," the new kid said.

"Robbie," replied Wendy. She had crossed her arms.

"I was just wondering what everyone was up too," Robbie muttered.

"Well we were playing video games, but seeing as how it's nearly two in the morning, I think we're all going to bed." The ground all nodded in agreement

"What? Come on, it's still early," said Robbie.

"Yeah, if you're a vampire," said Wendy. Robbie rolled his eyes.

"Fine, be that way," he said. "You know, I expected you to have gotten over me by now."

"I am over you, dickhead!" said Wendy. "I'm so over you I don't even know what to do with myself."

"Yeah right," said Robbie. He walked away, chuckling to himself. Wendy slammed the door.

"Ugh, I hate that guy," said Wendy bitterly

."We all do," said Thompson.

"Yeah, you can't say we didn't warn you about him," said Nate. Wendy groaned.

"I know, I know," she said. "I'm never rushing into a relationship again. Especially not with any weirdo goth kids." She yawned, and stretched. "Alright guys, we've got an earlyish day tomorrow, so we need to hit it. Dipper, I'll walk you back to your room." The group exchanged goodbyes, and after a while Dipper and Wendy were walking along the corridors. Dipper noted that the halls still weren't quiet. While he and the RA's had decided to be responsible, it seemed like most of Freshman Hall was going to have a rough day tomorrow. They reached Dipper's door.

"Thanks for letting me hang out," said Dipper. "It was a lot of fun."

"I didn't let you hang out dude," said Wendy. "We all had a good time chillin' with you. You're a cool guy." Wendy leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. "See you tomorrow." She walked away, giving him a last wave as she turned the corner. Dipper stood in the hall, silent, perplexed, and incredibly, blissfully happy.