Here is the second chapter! Please enjoy!


Angel taps her foot, eyes flickering down to the watch against her wrist as she constantly shifts in her seat.

It was nearing thirty minutes past three and Dipper hadn't shown up yet. Standing up and shaking her cramped leg, she turned, picking her jacket and slipping it over her shoulders.

"Uh, sorry."

She turned, locking onto the dark orbs of Dipper Pines.

He was rubbing the back of his neck, a light blush splattered against his cheeks, his eyelashes covered in- is that mascara?

She puts a fist over her mouth, turning away from him as chuckles ran through her body. "Hey! Don't laugh!" His voice cracked, causing her to laugh harder.

His started to nervously join in and soon, they were holding onto each other, trying to stop the laughs that were coming out of their mouths.

As they stopped laughing, it slowly became clear to her how close they were and slowly shuffled away.

He noticed it too and blushed darkly, holding up a bouquet of flowers. "Mabel said girls like flowers so..."

She takes them, lifting them up to her nose. "This is sweet, Dipper. You didn't have to."

She opens her bag, slipping the flowers in carefully seeing as she had nowhere else to put them.

She handed him wristband, zipping up her bag and putting it on her back, turning and giving him a slight smile. "Do you want to explain why you're wearing makeup and why you're late or do I have to leave it up to my imagination?"

They start to walk into the course, stopping to get clubs as he thought about how to explain the situation.

"Mabel had a slumber party and she and her friends put make-up on my face after I fell asleep..." Her mouth went into an "o" shape as she handed him his putt.

"So then you overslept and had to rush here, right?" He stared at her in slight shock.

"Right but how did you...?"

She glanced at him through the corner of her eye before turning to the map. "Your appearance was rumbled, makeup still littered on your face and your shoe is untied... Basically, you look like me after I'm late for my shift."

He awkwardly blushed at her smile, fiddling with the bandage he had wrapped around his hand.

"Let's start at course one and slowly move our way up." She suggested, stopping his hand from messing with the bandage by lacing their fingers together, her finger cold while his were warm and clammy.

She pulled him to the first course, letting go his hand to knee down and her fingers going to tie her shoe.

He glanced up for just a second, just a second, and meet angered golf balls that made a kill motion with their fingers.

He shivered as she stood up, giving him an easing smile. "You want to go first?"

"U-Uh, no thanks." He stutters, eyes glued to the ground.

"Dipper, if you don't want to do-"

"No!" He shouted causing eyes go on you two, her own eyes wide with the outburst. "It's just... I want to stay on the date...?"

She just laughed lightly, twirling her putt expertly with her right hand before placing it on the ground. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. I'm a champ at mini-golf."

She set her ball down, practicing her swings before placing her club behind the ball and pulling down and swinging.

The ball rocketeers up, hitting the man standing at course nine, bouncing on the top of the golf cart, before falling in an arch and falling into the hole.

His jaw dropped in shock as she narrowed her eyes at the flag. "That has to be one of worst shots I made."

She moves forward, going to get her ball when she suddenly tripped, her chin meeting the fake grass.

He rushed over, helping her up as she cradled it with her hands, hiding it from his sharp view.

"Angel, are you okay?"

She pulled her hands away to expose an irritated red chin. "I'm fine!" She give him a big grin and he feels another blush coming but pushes it away.

"Just... Just be careful."


Sorry this is so short! I'll add the second half of the date later, when I finish writing it