Day 7. Here we go. This is one I enjoyed thinking about. I hope I go back and improve these.
"Well today is wonderful, isn't it?"
"No."
"Come on, dude. It's a lovely day, snow's falling, it's not annoyingly cold, what is there not to like?"
"Everything."
"Dipper, you're starting to act like Robbie. Don't be Robbie, man… Look at what happened to him. I dumped him, and he's currently doing time for something."
Silence.
"Movie night my place like we used to?"
"I don't feel up to it…"
"Why not? You've almost never missed an opportunity to hang out with me, even after the Bunker. Why now?"
"Don't feel like it."
"Why not?"
"I dunno. Just don't. Just wanna lay around doing nothing."
"Dude, what happened?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me, dude."
"Nothing happened! Nothing strange or out of the ordinary happened while I was gone, you hear me? NOTHING."
"Ok, dude! Relax!"
"Whatever. I'm going. Probably fall down a hill or something. Not like anyone cares. Not like someone could give me the decency of telling me why they hate me rather than pretending they don't."
"What's wrong with him? He's been like that ever since last day at school!" Mabel leaned against the wall in the Mystery Shack closest to the shack itself looked normal. Stan wouldn't waste money on "tacky" decorations, and Soos was too busy with his Abulita to put up anything in the Mystery SHack, as much as he wanted to. In the living parts of the house, though, including the kitchen, were decorations brought by Mabel and stuck out like a swelling sore thumb in a land of ants. TInsel was all over the place, a fake tree was set up, there was even real mistletoe set up somewhere. All of this was Mabel's fault. If these decorations weren't there, Dipper would be sulking in his room rather than outside, in the cold, without any way of warming himself up apart from himself.
"I dunno, Mabes. I dunno."
"He wasn't like this before then, he's just been Dip moody. You know, hormones and stuff." Mabel shivers at the memory of being taught about puberty in boys. "Something must have happened on that last day then. But what was it?"
"I dunno. The closest I've known Dipper to being like that would have been…."
"When?"
"After the bunker incident."
Mabel approached the lone figure on the creaky log, observing how he has staring at Wendy's hat, almost contemplating something. The frosty grass crunched at the arrival at the awesome power of Mabel's love energy; the need for her to help her twin brother increased tenfold once she heard his mutterings of "Why? This only proves what I know. Love is stupid. Life is stupid. It contains suffering and regret and rejection. Why? Why can't I move on?" Mabel couldn't take it anymore.
"HUG BOMB!" Mabel started her rush towards her brother, startling him from himself.
"Wha?" Dipper thought, before finding himself squashed by the flying Mabel. His lungs found the air inside them disappear, and he went blank.
The log remained still since Dipper had his air knocked out of him. Dipper was still there, and now Wendy was trying to comfort him.
"I can't do that."
"Why not?" Wendy took a step forward.
"I don't want to feel it anymore. This…." Dipper took a step back.
"This what?" Wendy took a step forward.
"You wouldn't know. You've never been through it. You haven't felt it. If you had, you'd know exactly what I'm talking about." Dipper took a step back.
"Do you blame anyone?" Wendy took a step forward.
"Yes. Of course I do! Who wouldn't? Why are you asking these stupid questions? Not like you secretly loved me even after you did what you had to after the Bunker incident."
"Am I one of those people?" Wendy murmured, almost expecting an answer. "The ones that you hate?"
"No." This surprised her.
"Why? After all I've done for you? I left you to hang out with a jerk. I didn't give you a chance after I just dumped him. I basically forbade you from going out with me! WHY DON'T DO BLAME ME?"
"AT LEAST YOU GAVE ME A LOGICAL REASON BEHIND WHAT YOU DID!… Robbie was your boyfriend at the time, so of course you'd hang out with him more than a 12 year old nerdy kid. I did push myself too hard just after you dumped the jerk. At least you gave a reason why we couldn't be together and let us keep a friendship." Dipper shook, and paused to think of what to say. "I could never blame you. Because you have no reason for me to blame you. When I start going mad from what I've seen, I blame myself for getting into that situation. When I close my eyes and see him in ways you just avoided by becoming a curtain, I don't blame you. When I had seen Robbie treat you like a jerk, I blamed myself for not telling you earlier. I don't blame you for going out with a jerk, you didn't know he was a jerk. I…" Dipper fell silent. His eyes damned the flood that was building up. "I just want this feeling to stop. I want it to stop."
"Dude, that isn't true."
"Why not?"
"Because if that were the case, you'd have done it before you got here. You wouldn't' have talked to me about it.
Wendy mentions 5year old her finding 12 year old Dipper and how she dealt with this 'rejection'.
Dipper chuckled. "So this person gave you the "they have to be similar ages" thing you have…"
"Yeah. I know, it's lame and whatnot, but-"
"How ironic would it be if that person you met were a time traveller, from the future, who got a "they have to be similar ages" thing from you, because you met this guy, etc."
"It would be super weird. And it would cause a paradox or something!"
"huh. Merry Christmas."
"Dude, that's like 6 days away."