Chapter Twenty-Five—Whoops
"Alright, I'm going to head back to California now." As I said that, I took my bags and left, receiving a big and tight hug from the brunette I spoke to. She said bye, along with the others, and watched me step into my car to leave. As I did so, I quick and strong wind blew past my body, loosening my hair from its braided do even more than it had already been. With one more glance at the three who sent me off, I backed out of the space in the grass where my car was parked, and left.
I was already in California, and nearly at Anne's home by now. Glancing in the mirror in my car, I could see that my hair was totally falling out of the braid by now—just moving my head loosened it even more, it's such a hassle having so much hair (maybe I'll get it cut?).
As I drove, I remembered that text Dipper had sent me earlier, and decided to call him and let him know I was almost there—I didn't actual pick up my phone until I had stopped at a red-light, though.
Once I did, I called Dipper's phone and waited for him to pick up.
It started off normal, a "hi" and "what's up?" here and there. A bit of light, sort of awkward conversation, then I brought whatever he wanted to talk about. He didn't talk much after that, but we decided I'd meet him at his place so he—we—can talk.
So, instead of heading to Anne's house, once I hung up I turned the car around and drove in opposite direction to his house.
Once I'd made it there—there was hardly any traffic, really—I approached the doorway. I knocked lightly, though hard enough that'd he'd hear, and waiting for him to open the door.
It didn't take too long, but, the wait did give me time to actually think about what I was doing.
Why did Dipper want to meet in the first place? I mean, how important could it be that he wanted me to come all the over to his house instead of just texting it to me?
As I saw the doorknob turn from the inside, I began to think about my appearance.
'Oh my god, my hair!' I thought just as the door opened.
"Hey…" He said, sounding a bit uncomfortable.
"Hi…" I matched tone perfectly, running my hand through my messy hair.
'Goddamn it!'