(Autumn's P.O.V.)

I hate to admit it, but Dipper had been acting weird lately. Every time I talk to him, he stutters, or gets really caught up in his own words. I don't understand why, but I think he likes me. Maybe I'll talk to him later today.

Anyway, I helped Mabel with some of the decorations and some little touch ups to the shack. Grunkle Stan handed over a clipboard with at least 20 pieces of paper. "What's this?" Mabel asked grabbed the clipboard from his hand.

"Mabel, Dipper is handing out the flyers. Hopefully more people will come." He replied. "Unless you two would want to do it?" And with that, Mabel dropped the clipboard and backed away. I followed her outside.

"Mabel? Can I ask you something?" I asked folding my arms. She stared at me with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Dipper's been acting really weird around me lately. Does he," I couldn't finish it. I couldn't believe it. "Does Dipper hate me?" I choked out. I couldn't believe what I had said, because by then, Mabel looked like she was going to leave me.

"Autumn, why would you think that, ever? Dipper doesn't hate anyone, except for Robbie, since he literally took Wendy from him, but really?" She looked more upset then confused now.

"I'm sorry Mabel. What was I thinking? It's just, Dipper has been getting all, stutterish. Ha, if he were here, he'd correct me." I laughed at my own sentence. I looked at the sky, watching the sun die down. Mabel was quiet for a moment, and then she stood up so fast, I jumped from the excitement.

"I know why! Dipper loves you! He's doing it again!" I sat up as she told me the sentence, feeling my heart race. Dipper likes you? But, how? I was speechless, and couldn't think straight.

"He, likes me?" I repeated. Wow.

(Dipper's P.O.V.)

I walked downstairs, watching Grunkle Stan approach me. "Hey kid, I need you to do something for me!" After thinking about Bill, my mind washed away. "Wait what?" I asked shaking my head.

"Go and hang up these posters around the shack and in town. I need more than just 20 people coming here." Grunkle Stan threw the posters into my arms, and I didn't want to go around wasting time, but I guess I didn't have a choice.

After hanging about every sign outside of the shack, on trees, houses, and in town, I decided that I was going to have to confess to Autumn that I liked her.

People might ask me, "Hey, I thought you liked Wendy a lot more than her?" Usually Mabel is the one to ask these types of questions. My answers? Autumn is a few months older than me, I'm perfectly capable of hanging out and (possibly) liking her. But Wendy? She's a whole other story. First of all, she's 16 years old. She's too old to date me, and it hit me when I laid my eyes upon Autumn.

I didn't have a way to tell her. It was just as hard as Wendy. It's like, another Wendy, all over again. I didn't want the negatives to get to me. And then, everything turned black and white ~.