Dipper ponders his crush on Wendy after the events of ITB. Enjoy!
"I'm too old for you."
How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? A day? Dipper didn't know. He didn't want to know. All he knew was that he'd been staring at the ceiling for a long time.
A few hours ago, his crush turned him down. No, that was too lenient; she didn't turn him down. He explained his crush as what it was: a roadblock between their friendship.
Or was it?
He knew clearly his thoughts on the situation. Wendy, to him, was the most amazing, beautiful girl he'd ever met. She never treated him like the other girls. He wasn't trash underfoot - he was something to be valued.
He smiled. Wendy had treated him like... like a sister. Like Mabel would. Maybe that's why he fell in love with her in the first place.
Wait... fell in love?
He thought about it for a second. It didn't take him long to come to a conclusion.
No. This was not a simple crush. He himself tried to kill it multiple times, and now that Soos and Mabel will inevitably be on the case, they'll try to kill it too. It won't work. He knows now, he loves Wendy Corduroy.
But what of Wendy's thoughts on him? He was surprised she wasn't disgusted at his confession. She'd even ran along with him for what must have been weeks after she'd first found out he held a massive crush on her. Why? Was she leading him along?
No. She wouldn't do that. She was too nice.
So why then?
Was it possible that Wendy held some form of affection for him? Maybe like a brother/sister thing? Or was it more? He noticed that she laughed harder at his jokes than at her friends'. He knew that wasn't because he was younger or she felt sorry for him. She'd told him multiple times that he was one of the most mature guys she knew. She looked at him like she looked at her brothers.
Then the conversation after the escape from the author's bunker rose again. The pain and embarrassment he felt resurfaced like a lump in his chest, and he coughed it down, hoping not to wake his sleeping twin.
"I'm too old for you."
He cringed. The words made him seem pathetic; a louse scratching at her beautiful fiery locks just like every other guy she'd ever turned down.
He pondered it again.
"I'm too old for you."
His breath hitched as he came to a realization. The problem, according to her, was not with him.
It was with her.
He rose as adrenaline rose through him. He may have a chance! He may still have a chance to date her! He knew she wasn't leading him along! He knew ther was a reason she hung out with him all the time! It wasn't to be friends - sure that was half of it - but she also wanted him to like her! ...Maybe. Maybe he as overthinking things again.
He looked over to his sister. "Mabel."
His whispering voice carried nowhere, but he kept his silent thoughts moving. "I won't stop having a crush on Wendy. She's waiting for me to grow up. Then I'll try again.
"You can try tearing me away all you want. I won't stop loving her, just like she won't stop loving me."
Little did he know, eight years in the future, he'd be doing the same: staring at his ceiling in deep thought. But what was different was not only what it was about, but now the redheaded wife who was sleeping alongside him.
