Chapter 3: Studying
A week past since the first day of college. Dipper and Wirt would sit together at lunch and share stories about their life or talk about their favorite T.V shows or video games. Mostly they would talk about their common interest in an RPG fantasy board game.
"Um, so, what race is your character?" Dipper asked once he found out that Wirt also liked Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. He was ecstatic to hear it. All through high school, Mabel and her friends would tease him for liking the game. The only person that would play with him was his Great Uncle Ford when Mable and he would visit him during the summer.
"Oh, Warlock. Best race in the game." Wirt replied to him, grinning. He too was also glad to hear that Dipper liked it. That means another player for his group that met every other week for a game or two.
"Aw, what?!" Dipper asked chuckling. "No, the elf is totally the best!" Wirt rolled his eyes, "Pfft. Magic is way better than swordsmanship or whatever it's called."
Dipper hummed in thought for a moment, "What about a duel? I'll show you that elves are better than Warlocks." He smirked in cockiness.
"Oh, it's on!" Wirt smirked back. "I meet with a group every other week on Saturday. Maybe you should come then for the duel."
"You have a group?!" Dipper exclaimed with excitement. He's never played with another person besides Ford, and Ford only played with him when he took a break from his work. He was an engineer. Ford would spend most of his day building machines in the basement of his house. No wonder some of the townspeople were a bit wary of him.
"Yeah, a small group, but yeah." Wirt chuckled softly as his reaction. Dipper nodded, "Yeah, that sounds fun! I-I can bring another game for us to play."
"Alright, I'll tell the group we have a new member. And, I'm sure that they won't mind if you brought a game. Don't see why they would mind, but, you never know." Wirt shrugged as he finished his statement.
Dipper nodded again,"Mhm. Oh, also! Would you mind if you came to my dorm to study for physics?"
"Oh, sure, no problem. What do you need help with?" Wirt asked him. He was slightly confused. They haven't learned much besides just reviewing from high school. Maybe he just needed help remembering.
"Just studying. I work better in groups and I don't know many other people in physics. When are you free?" Dipper explained as he looked around the cafeteria idly.
"Oh, okay. Umm.. I should be done with my homework in 20 minutes, give or take." Wirt stood up and stretched. "So, what is your dorm number?"
Dipper stood up with him, "I'll just text it to you." Wirt let his arms fall to his sides, "But I don't have your number."
"And I am going to give it to you." He pulled out a pen from a pocket on his red plaid shirt and scribbled the digits on a napkin. Dipper handed it to the other boy, smiling.
"Oh, well, here." Wirt tore a piece from the napkin and wrote his number on it, handing it to Dipper. Wirt's handwriting was much cleaner and easier to read than Dipper's chicken-scratch. But nonetheless, Wirt was able to decipher it pretty easily.
"Well, see you in 20 or so minutes!" Dipper smiled at him waving before leaving to go back to his dorm.
Once he opened the door he saw Bill snooping through some of his papers. His hands fumbled with the papers as he heard the door opening, scattering them all over the place.
"Oh, hey there.." Bill laughed nervously as he turned his head and waved at him pathetically.
"What are you doing?" Dipper questioned stepping in and setting his bag down at the end of his bed. Bill quickly slid off and took a step back, "Oh, just looking for something I lost" Bill glanced at the ground.
"Mhm, sure. I'm not going to kill you for looking at my stuff. I have nothing to hide." Dipper said as he pulled a book from his backpack. Dipper sat on his bed, "So, what were you really looking for?"
"Um... Any clues if you're a felon. See if you committed any crimes. But I saw nothing that proved that you were, so you're off the hook. For now. " Bill sat down next to him and leaned over to see what he was doing, blocking the view of the book from Dipper with his head.
"Hey, what are you doing? Need any help?" Bill turned his head and looked up at Dipper, smiling innocently.
"First, you can let me see the book. And second, you can go somewhere else. Wirt should be over in a few minutes." Dipper frowned at him and pulled away from him.
"What's his business coming over?" he asked crossing his legs over each other and tucking his palms between the gap in his legs.
"He's going to help me study"
"Mhm. 'Study'. Suure." Bill grinned suggestively. Dipper jolted up, "Not that kind of study! I don't like him like that, Bill!"
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding." Bill chuckled at his reaction, his shoulders bouncing. Dipper huffed in annoyance and went back to reading his book.
"Aw, what, it was only a joke." Bill whined, but still kept a mischievous grin on his face. Dipper didn't answer him nor looked up at him.
He huffed and got off his bed, "Pfft, okay. Well, I need to pick up some chicks at the bar. See you at, um, about 11 or 12." Bill waved to him before leaving the room.
Dipper sat down his book as the door closed and sighed. He gazed around the room. In a span of a week, their dorm already looked like a tornado passed through it. Papers, clothes, books, trash, scattered across the room. Dipper looked down at his watch strapped to his wrist, he'll only have 12 minutes to clean up everything.
Dipper rubbed his eyes and sighed into his palms before standing up and picking up every piece of trash and throwing it into a trash bag on the door handle. Starting to sort the papers, he only had about 8 minutes left.
He gave up about half way through with putting them in the right places and just stacked him on Bill's desk for later. 4 minutes left and he scrambled to throw every garment on the ground into hampers and the closet.
Finally, he sprayed an air freshener and fixed both his and Bill's sheets. One minute left to spare before Wirt would arrive.
But then Dipper heard a jingle from his phone. It was a message from Wirt.
"Hey, what's your dorm number and which section is it in?"
Dipper forgot to tell him where it was. He felt kind of stupid for rushing to clean the room when it might take Wirt as long as 5 or more minutes to get to his dorm from the farthest section.
_"It's the second dorm to the left on the third floor in section 3"

Dipper texted him back. He sighed and rubbed his eyes again. His phone rang again and Wirt replied with an "okay".
A few minutes later and a few taps came from the other side of Dipper's door. "Oh, come in!" he called out to him.
Wirt opened the door and stepped in, "Pft, I don't see why you couldn't open it yourself." He chuckled softly and put his bag on the end of Dipper's bed.
"I'm lazy okay?" Dipper smirked and sat up on his bed. Wirt nodded as he looked around, "Yes, I see that"
Dipper rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, well, let's just study okay?" Wirt sat down on his bed and pulled off his jacket, placing it over the railing on the end of the bed. "So, what do you need help studying with?"
"I just need help remembering. Any tips?"
"That's all you wanted? Tips?"
"I mean, yeah. Is there a problem with that? We can hang out too if you want"
Wirt hummed, "Fine. Do you need help with any other homework then?" He asked as he reached over Dipper to examine the stack of paper.
"Yeah, I was kinda hoping you would just do it for me," Dipper responded honestly, smiling innocently up at the taller man.
"What do I get out of it?" Wirt looked up from the papers.
"What? Um, I could buy you a drink or something. You're 21 right?" Dipper seemed a bit confused why Wirt said that. He didn't seem to be that kind of guy who expects something in return.
"I was just kidding. And yes, I'm actually 23." Wirt lightly nudged Dipper with his elbow and smiled. Dipper chuckled, "Well, we could still go out for drinks if you want."
Wirt nodded in agreement. "Mhm. Sounds fun. But you have to study first."
He whined playfully in response, "Okaaay mooom.."
"Heheh, dork"