Chapter 2

The day of the graduation came and passed and I felt no different. I was officially no longer a high-school student. I should feel more mature, more grown up, more prepared, surely?

Nope.

Evidently it didn't work like that, and I was just as nervous and anxious about going to college as I have been before. I had 60 more days before I left Gravity Falls. Semester didn't start until September, but I had to get there early and move into my apartment and get all my stuff sorted out.

My phone buzzed to alert me to a new text. It was from Dipper. I slid my finger across the screen, unlocking it.

"On my way home from the baseball game. See you soon."

I thought for a minute before typing back my response. 'Ok cool. Mexican or Chinese?'

His reply arrived within seconds. 'Pizza' I rolled my eyes at his response. Of course he'd just have to choose something I hadn't suggested.

"Fine but you have to pick it up." I texted back, before sliding my phone into my pocket.

Ten Minutes later there was a knock on the door and Dipper breezed in, holding 2 large pizzas and a 2 litre bottle of Diet Coke, because he knew I didn't like the normal coke.

"You took your time, I grumbled, helping him in. He only grinned. "Its great to see you too, I missed you too.

I rolled my eyes laughing. "Yeah Dipper, I missed you. Its been a whole 24 hours, poor me," I said sarcastically.

He snickered quietly to himself and we made our way into the sitting room. He sat down, kicking off his shoes. "Are your parents home?" He asked.

I shook my head, disappearing into the kitchen to grab us 2 glasses for our drinks. When I got back he'd opened the pizza boxes. It smelled so good.

I handed him his glass, which he accepted with a grin. "How was the game?"

"Really Long." He sighed, pouring the diet coke.

I gave him a sympathetic look. "Hey, at least you can spend all night eating and being lazy on the couch with me now."

"Theres nothing I'd rather do," He smiled, sitting back and picking up a slice of pizza. He sighed heavily and picked up the remote in his other hand.

"You still got Netflix?"

I nodded. "Great," He grinned. "What do u want to watch?"

I shrugged. "Uhhh, Do u want to watch South Park?"

"Sure." said Dipper.

After a couple of episodes, I glanced at Dipper and realized he'd fallen asleep.

I took the opportunity to look at him properly. He was sitting on the couch with his head hanging back, his eyes tightly shut. The lip piercing was dark against his lips which were barely parted. My eyes traced the lines of his jaw and cheekbones.

His brown hair, which was usually styled in a perfectly undone quiff, was messy now.

I tried to focus on the movie, but it was hard with him snoring gently on the sofa opposite me and eventually i gave in and got up to turn it off. Dipper jumped awake at the sudden lack of sound.

"Did I fall asleep?!"

I nodded and he sighed, playing his head in his hands. "Sorry." He mumbled, and I could tell he was still half asleep. The pizza boxes sat empty on the coffee table, as did our glasses.

My eyes flickered to his face to see him already looking at me. "C'mere," He mumbled patting the spot beside him on the sofa.

I padded across barefoot and sat down beside him. He was still running his hand across his face and through his hair. He gave a yawn.

How long until you…?" He trailed off.

"60 days," I replied.

He gulped. "Already?" He asked weakly and I nodded.

"Well," He said with a grin, "We'd better make the most of it.

He abruptly stood up, taking my hand and dragging me with him. "Where are we going?" I laughed.

Dipper tapped the side of his nose, already pulling on his shoes and jacket. "Its need to know," He said tauntingly, He gave me a pointed look. "Cmon, don't just stand there. Go get your shoes." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head laughing. "Don't tell me what to do," I warned, but I reached for my shoes all the same. As soon as I'd tied the last knotting my laces, Dipper's hand was reaching out for mine again, dragging me with him.

I grabbed keys from beside the door on the way out before he'd pushed me out the door, closing it behind us. I laughed. "Alright, alright, chill out."

He shook his head, his brown eyes gleaming, "Can't do that," He said. "Cmon hurry up.!"

He dragged me down the street, ushering me out of our quiet hosing estate into the surrounding woods."Where are You taking me?" I asked again, a little breathless.

Dipper looked a little offended. "You seriously haven't figured it out, yet?" He asked in disbelief.

We neared the school. The big football pitch was unlocked, and Dipper dragged me by the hands up the bleachers. Standing at the top, he turned to me and grinned.

"You know how we always said It'd be cool to have a party or a concert up here?" He asked. I nodded. "Well now we can!"

I gave him a funny look but he cut me off before I could reply, already talking again, "I mean I know theres No food or beer or whatever."

"Or people." I intruppted him He shot me a dark look.

"But im here, and everyone knows Im the life and soul of the party, so" He grinned. I rolled my eyes and sat down. "You're an idiot," I informed him.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, already delving into his pocket. He came out with his phone and a wide grin. "Lets see what kind of good music we have on here." He mumbled to himself.

I started laughing but he ignored me. He is such a dork.

"Here!" He exclaimed, tapping his phone and looking at me expectantly. Music started blaring from his phone.

After a while in the songs, I started singing along and dancing with him.

Then someone appeared on the football pitch, torch in hand. "Hey You up there! This is private property," He called and Dipper burst out laughing, grabbing my hand and ran down the bleachers and party the security guard.

We ran nearly all the way back to my house where we stood on the porch eye gleaming and completely breathless. I let us in and we burst out laughing as soon as we were inside of the door.

We went back into the sitting room where I flopped down on the couch. Dipper sat down beside me heavily, grinning. He draped a arm on the back of the sofa.

When we eventually calmed down, I shifted my weight, resign my head on the space between his neck and shoulder.

I was tired, my eyes were heavy and they flutter closed.

Somewhere, between sleep and consciousness I heard his sigh next to me. "I am going to miss you Wendy Corduroy."