Birthday Weirdness In The Rose City: A Shooting Star Falls Story
Part Three
The ride along US Route 26 was one of pure beauty as Wendy glanced out the passenger side window of pickup truck. The snow covered peak of Mt. Hood dominated the background as the emerald green vehicle neared its destination. The headlights cut a path through the ever encroaching darkness that began to inhabit the world around them. After driving up a small ridge, civilization was finally spotted by the young couple, as dense forest gave way to a more suburban setting ; the glow from the large downtown area beginning draw near. A gentle slope led to the bustling city in the valley below. "Should be about another twenty minutes or so according to my GPS…" Dipper informed his girlfriend with a yawn. "Here dude…" the redhead replied as she reached into her plastic bag of drinks and twisted the top off of a green colored soda bottle; handing it to the weary driver. "Thanks babe…" the brown haired eighteen year old said as he placed the bottle to his lips and took a chug of the sugary drink. Sure enough, twenty minutes had passed and the pickup truck turned into the parking garage that was adjacent to the ten story hotel near the center of the city.
Dipper opened the door to the green truck and stood up, letting out a groan as he stretched. The couple slammed the doors shut, which caused a loud echo in the seemingly abandoned parking structure. Wendy leaned forward suddenly and grabbed her knees, causing Dipper a bit of concern. The slender ginger woman proceeded to arch her back and let out an extremely loud belch. The sound bounced off of the concrete walls, ceiling, and floor of the building as her boyfriend looked on with a sense of wonder and disgust. "What?! I had to assert my dominance… You know, in case that anyone who was hiding in here had any bad intentions or something like that" the auburn haired woman said nonchalantly. "I-I guess…" was all Dipper was able to reply with as he was still in a state of shock. The pair left the parking garage hand in hand and walked along the sidewalk as the sounds of the city surrounded them. For Dipper, it was one of his first times in a city of this size. Sure, he lived north of Oakland, but the teen had never ventured into the city proper in his sixteen years of living in Piedmont. The brown haired boy was so taken by the sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis that he nearly walked by the historic hotel where he had booked a room for the weekend.
Outside, a man dressed in a bright red and gold uniform stood guard. He appeared to be in the style of a Shakespearian-era soldier of some sort as far as Dipper knew, but it had been a long day, so he may have been mistaken. The red cloth clad man opened the large front door in a proper manner and greeted the lovers with a booming voice, "Welcome to the Hearthmen Hotel!" Wendy was wide eyed as she entered the lobby of the building, as a large crystal chandelier hung high above her head. "How much did he spend on this trip?" the redhead thought to herself as the couple made their way to the front desk, which resided to the left of an oak grand staircase. "Hello! My name is Dipper Pines and I have a reservation for the Premier Suite…" the brown haired teen said to the somewhat shorter woman who manned the desk in front of him. "Let's see here… You said your name was Dipper? Like the constellation?" she inquired with an air of curiosity. "Yep… That's me…" the teenager replied. "Okay… Well, Mr. Pines… Your room is ready, so you and your wife can head up if you want to…" the black uniform clad woman cheerfully informed the couple. "Thanks!" Dipper said as he took the keycard from her and walked away with Wendy still holding his hand. "Wife?" the young woman asked playfully. "I guess it was just the way they entered it into their system or something…" he said with a chuckle. Reaching into her purse, the alabaster skinned woman pulled out her wallet and removed her license. "Man… I really need to get this updated… I mean, it still says Gwendolyn Blerble Corduroy for crying out loud…" she said with a laugh as her boyfriend's face lit up with a deep blush. The elevator quickly came into view, which disappointed the redhead to a degree, as she wanted to ascend the grand staircase and look down on the lobby from the second floor.
"This place is amazing…" Wendy quipped as the couple entered the elevator, which was manned by an older gentleman in a black suit. "Good evening Sir and Madam. Which floor can I have the pleasure of taking you to?" the grey haired man asked with a British accent. "Top floor please, my good sir" the red flannel clad man said to the dapper attendant. "Top floor?! Holy shit… He's definitely getting it tonight…" Wendy thought to herself. A short ride later, the young couple arrived on their floor. Unsure of where she was going, the woman in the black leather jacket followed her boyfriend down the hallway. At the end of the corridor, a set of large oak wooden doors awaited. "The penthouse? Nah…" the twenty year old pondered for a fleeting second, before her suspicions were confirmed. Placing his keycard into the metallic slot next to the door, a click was heard and the door opened up, revealing a large room. "So… Let me get this straight… Not only did you get a room on the top floor… But you got us the penthouse for three nights?" asked a skeptical Wendy. "Yup… I figured that you deserved only the best on your birthday… So you got the best…" the brown haired teen explained as he threw his duffle bag onto the bed and walked towards a large window that overlooked the city of Portland. "I-I'm not trying to be rude… or ungrateful… or anything like that… But… You didn't have to do all this… I-I mean, this couldn't have been cheap…" the freckled woman said as she removed her leather jacket and draped it over a wooden chair.
"Well… It wasn't cheap… Not at all… But for you I thought it was more than worth it…" Dipper said to the still uncomfortable woman. She loved that he would go all out for her birthday, but wasn't used to all of the attention. The young woman was also a bit concerned about the fact that he was spending a large sum of money despite the fact that he had no identifiable form of income. The few times the redhead had ventured down to Piedmont to visit her favorite pair of twins, it was apparent that the Pines family was doing pretty well for themselves, but were by no means rich. They lived in an average sized house in a development in the suburbs, their parents had jobs in the ever growing tech industry in the area and the twins had all the comforts of modern society like the latest video game systems and phones, but her boyfriend was spending money like he was a Northwest. Dipper noticed the worried look on his girlfriend's face and decided that now was the time to tell her of his recent good fortune. "Wendy… I have a confession to make…" the eighteen year old said with a sigh. "What could it be? Is he dealing drugs? Did Pacifica leave him some money?" Wendy questioned herself. "Maybe we should have a seat" the flannel clad man said as he pulled out a set of chairs from the dining table and invited his lover to join him.
"Now… Before I get started… I just wanna say that I'm still the same Mason Pines you've known for the last five years and nothing... And I mean nothing… Could ever change that…" he began as Wendy looked on with intent eyes. "Well… As I'm sure you know, business at the Mystery Shack is the best that it's ever been. Soos has really brought in the tourists over the past few years and promoted it well. That and all the speculation about what may or may not have happened during Weirdmageddon has caused an explosion in visits, which has caused record profits" the brown haired man continued. Wendy felt as if she were attending some sort of shareholder's meeting in Manhattan; not sitting in the penthouse of one of the nicest hotels in Portland, Oregon. "Well… Soos and the Grunkles got together and were able to put aside one hundred and twenty five thousand dollars apiece for both Mabel and myself to use for college, or whatever we wanted after we got out of high school. Since Mabel… Well… Since she never got a chance to use her share, it went to me as well… So really, on my eighteenth birthday I ended up getting two hundred and fifty thousand dollars… So yeah…" Dipper completed his thought. Wendy was beside herself with this bombshell announcement. She loved Dipper for Dipper, and that wouldn't change if he had one dollar or one billion dollars, but having that kind of money would certainly make things easier for the pair. She wasn't sure how to respond to the news, but luckily her thoughts were interrupted by her boyfriend once again. "I-I know it's a lot to take in… But rest assured… I only took out about fifty thousand to have a little fun with… The rest of it I put into a savings account for a couple reasons. One would be that no eighteen year old, even me, should have that kind of money. I'm kinda afraid that it might change who I am. Another is that I want to use that money to start my show about the paranormal… And if I burn through it, then I won't be able do that. And… I wanna be sure that it will be there someday for my family if we need it… You know, like when my parents get older, or I have kids… things like that…" he explained. Wendy swooned at how responsible he could be when faced with temptation.
"Th-That's awesome! I-I mean… You can do what you really want to do in life… Not everybody can get to do that… I'm so happy for you!" the redhead commented. "Yeah… It's gonna be awesome" the eighteen year old said as he removed his flannel shirt. "So… What do you wanna do tonight? We could go walk around Pioneer Courthouse Square… Or we could go to a movie… And there's lots of art galleries around here if you wanna do tha-" he began to offer before being interrupted. "You…" was all the feisty auburn haired woman replied with. A look of confusion came over the face of the brown haired man, which caused Wendy to have to explain her intentions a bit more. She loved the guy, but damn he could be dense sometimes. "You… I wanna do you tonight…" she said salaciously as she bit her bottom lip and leaned across the table. Dipper's heart began to race and he broke out in a light sweat as his girlfriend climbed onto the wooden dining table and slowly made her way over to him. Her soft pink lips made contact with his and before the teen knew it, the two began a heated make out session. The slender ginger woman climbed down off the table and sat on the lap of her boyfriend, wriggling her hips back and forth on him as they continued to escalate the situation. Dipper grabbed Wendy by her denim covered thighs and stood up. The redhead wrapped her legs around the waist of her lover; her arms draped around the neck of the brown haired man.
After a short trip, the pair made their way to the large bedroom. Dipper gently sat on the edge of the king sized bed before being laid down onto it by Wendy, who now lay atop him. She parted her lips from his so that she could sit up and remove her black and yellow t-shirt, revealing a simple black bra. While she was a little disappointed that she wasn't going to don the lingerie she had packed for him, the young woman still had two more nights to dress up for her man. Right now all that was on the twenty year old's mind were lustful thoughts. Acting on these feelings, she grabbed the hem of her lover's shirt and pulled the grey garment up his body, revealing his toned midsection to her. Throwing it aside with reckless abandon, she once again lay down on his chest and planted her supple lips on the nape of his neck, causing a slight groan to come from him. "Take me… Take me Dipper…" she lightly whispered into his ear as once again she sat up and unhooked her bra, revealing her firm and freckled breasts to the teen. In a somewhat unexpected move, the teen boy grabbed Wendy by the hips, lifted her off of him and placed her down next to him. "Wow! He's strong as fuck!" she thought to herself. The brown haired man stood up to unfasten his belt and jeans. After shedding his pants, he leaned forward and grasped the front waistband of his lover's jeans, before unbuttoning the denim. Pulling down the small golden zipper, her black panties were exposed to him. He leaned down and gently kissed her stomach just above the waistband, causing the ginger woman to lightly moan with pleasure. The two proceeded to the center of the bed and began to make love.
After a few sessions, both young lovers were completely spent. Wendy's milky and freckled skin glistened with a layer of sweat as she lay on the brown sheets of the large mattress. Beside her, Dipper resided in much the same manner. "Holy shit that was good…" the redhead managed to say; her words piercing the previous silence of the large hotel room. "Yeah…" Dipper replied in an exhausted voice. As Wendy Corduroy drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but to think of how grateful she was for having Dipper in her life. Not only was he a great friend, but he was also her soulmate. She could be herself around the teenager, even if it wasn't who everyone thought she was supposed to be. It was a liberating feeling, and for that she was thankful. The pair of young lovers fell asleep as Friday night came to a close in Portland, Oregon.
Author's note: I know that I said I was going to be taking a break, but everything just lined up right and I was struck with inspiration. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
My Playlist while writing this chapter:
Alan Walker – "Alone"
Disco Killerz & Liquid Todd/Hannah Rose – "In The Music"
Marshmello/Warbel – "Ritual"
Griffin & Illenium/Daya – "Feel Good"
The Pretty Reckless /Warren Haynes – "Back To The River"
Sarah Lake – "The Ride"
Haliwel – "The World Over"
In This Moment – "Oh Lord"
Man With A Mission – "Dead End In Tokyo"
Radkey – "Dark Black Makeup"