Chapter 3

Dippers voice sounded crackly through the phone. The reception was really bad here.

"What do you mean we don't even have a full month left?"

I sighed. "Dipper, theres only a little bit over two weeks left you leave. A week after that Im going to college."

I could almost hear him trying to work it our in his head. "That cant be right," He mumbled eventually.

"But it is," I replied.

"But-"

"Dipper"

He sighed then, and said nothing for a few moments. All I could hear was the sound of him breathing on the other end of the phone. "Where are u?"

"Im nearly home, I wont be long." I answered, pressing the button on the traffic lights and waiting for the beep that would signal if it was ok to cross.

"Have you passed the record shop yet?" He asked.

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "No,"

"Ok cool I have to drive home from Pacifica's house anyway, so I could meet you there?"

Pacifica's house was only five minutes away from the record shop, and I want much further on foot. "Yeah okay," I agreed.

"See you soon," He replied, and the beep sounded, telling me that the call had ended. I locked my phone and put it back into my pocket.

The record shop had been our own secret den since we were teenagers. Dipper and I were there constantly, Fueling our insatiable love for music.

Generally we loved the same kinds of music, with a few exceptions, and for many reasons we spent most of our time in the place.

We'd grown to know the owner of the store, and the clerk Mandy, Who was nearly always on the till. Dipper didn't believe me, But i knew that she had a crush on him.

There was a small jingle as I pushed open the door to the shop, Finding Dipper on the other side, talking excitedly to Mandy.

"Omg! NO way" He exclaimed.

I laughed, making my way over to where they were standing. "What is it? A new episode of Family Guy

comes on tonight or something?"

Dipper rolled his eyes.

Then Mandy excused herself to return to the till to ring something up for someone and Dipper and I started walking through the CDs, quietly talking.

"Oh, here, You have to get this."

I scoffed quietly. "Whaaaaat?"

Dipper grinned. "I actually wanted to get this," He admitted.

We both kept on like this for a while, walking through the aisles and picking up random CDs and Handing them to each other. We usually did this, and then buy them.

After that then we'd just lend to each other and swap them as we saw fit.

We went back to the car. I climbed into the passenger seat, depositing the CDs at my feet.

We then drove back to Dipper's house and as he pulled into the garden, he grinned. "You're coming over for dinner tonight right? My folks haven't stopped talking about it all day."

"Sure of course!" I said. We walked into his house.

"We're home!" He called out.

Dippers mom came to great him. "Hi Dipper! Hi Wendy!" She said.

After dinner, we went up to Dipper's room. We were lying on our backs and staring at the ceiling *(Which was full of posters)* Dipper always did love to have posters on his ceiling.

I loved Dipper's room. Probably better then my room. It was just so familiar…..

In 23 days I would be leaving for college.

Dippers voice sounded beside me and I knew that his thoughts were in the exact place as mine in the moment.

"Are you scared?"

I let out a low laugh, more out of relief that anything. "Yes" I said.

I heard Dipper laugh. "Thank god im not the only one!" He sighed in relief.

"What time is your flight at?" I asked.

"2am." He replied.

"Where you going first?"

"Germany"

I sighed and said nothing.

"Its going to be so weird with our you Wendy," He said quietly.

"Its only for a year or two", I shrugged.

"Yeah but when I get back yore going to be well settled in California in some big shot school. You'll have forgotten about me"

I laughed and turned over, propping my head so i could see him better. "Do u really think that would happen?" I asked.

"You'll have to write to me", He said avoiding my question.

"Write to u?" I replied.

"Yeah because I cant be sure if I'll always have my phone or even internet!" He grinned.

I nodded slowly, lying back down, my head on his chest. "Ok, I will write to you." I agreed.

"Really?" He asked.

"Really." I confirmed I heard him exhale loudly, letting his worries leave him as the air rushed from his lungs.