Birthday Weirdness In The Rose City: A Shooting Star Falls Story
Part Six
A blaring alarm pierced the previous silence of the penthouse suite that Wendy Corduroy and Dipper Pines were enjoying for the weekend. "Too. Fucking. Early." the auburn haired woman groaned as she rolled over to pick up her smartphone from the wooden side table. Pressing the power button, the screen illuminated with a bright light, causing her to shut her eyelids. After a moment, the ginger woman worked up the courage to open her eyes once again and look at the glow of her mobile device's display. '5:35am' it read as she slid her finger along the smooth glass, silencing the annoyance. Much to her surprise, the alarm had also awakened Dipper. Her boyfriend had become a light sleeper over the years, especially in the wake of Weirdmageddon and the anxiety he had experienced ever since. That all changed, however, in the aftermath of the tragic events of June 3rd. For the first couple of weeks afterward, it was not uncommon for the distraught teenager to sleep for extended periods of time. The way Dipper figured it, if he wasn't awake, then he didn't have to face the harsh reality of the fact that both Pacifica and Mabel were gone forever. In his dreams, the two teen girls were as alive as ever and the future was full of fun and adventure. While he had moved on from that mindset, he still was a deep sleeper; now because he had the company and security of Wendy sharing his bed on a nightly basis.
"Mornin' Dip…" the redhead said with a gravelly voice, her mouth as dry as a desert in the dead of summer. "Happy Birthday Wendy…" he replied in an equally gruff sounding tone. "Aww… Thanks… I-I think we may have went a bit too hard last night…" Wendy observed as she swung her feet over the edge of the king sized bed and sat up. "That… Is a pretty accurate statement…" the brown haired boy said as he sat on the opposite side of the mattress, clutching his pounding head. After a few minutes of trying to will themselves to do so, the couple finally got out of the bed and begun to get dressed for their traditional morning run. Dipper was dressed in a pair of black running shorts, a bright orange long-sleeved t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, and his black beanie. The eighteen year old glanced over at his girlfriend, who was adorned in black yoga pants, a bright pink quarter zip long-sleeved top which was covered by an oversized black sweatshirt with the arms cut off of it and her black beanie. "Ready?" Dipper asked hesitantly to the red haired woman he called his lover. "Not really… But we made a promise to each other… So let's just get it over with…" she unenthusiastically replied. Hand in hand, the couple entered the elevator and selected the ground floor.
It was still dark when the couple walked out of the entrance and into the brisk morning air. Catching a bus, Dipper and Wendy readied their playlists as a means of staying busy and to keep from falling asleep. About ten minutes later, the pair arrived at Forest Park, where a challenging trail awaited them. It was hard for both to believe that such a dense patch of woodlands could exist inside a city the size of Portland. It was almost as if they had been teleported back to the familiar paths that cut through the woods of Gravity Falls. "It's so peaceful out here…" Wendy thought to herself as the couple began to run. After about an hour, which involved them getting lost a few times, the redhead and her teen boyfriend returned to the trailhead where they had begun their journey. "Good run?" Dipper asked as he caught his breath. "Y-Yeah…" was all the young ranger could say as she too was worn out. "I guess we learned our lesson here Wen… It's best not to go for a grueling run with a hellacious hangover…" he said with a chuckle. "You got that right man…" the ginger woman laughed. Wendy and Dipper managed to catch a bus back towards the downtown area, but both soon succumbed to their exhaustion and fell asleep. "Hey! Hey!" a deep voice yelled, startling the young lovers awake. "Hey! End of the line!" the portly man said as he pointed towards the door of the bus. "W-We don't know where we are sir…" Dipper spoke up, still groggy from his unintended nap. "You're on the east side of town. Another bus will be by in about fifteen minutes or so…" the driver informed the couple in a curt manner. "Y-You don't understand… We're not from here… We don't know where we ar-" Wendy pleaded before being cut off. "Not my problem…" the man rudely replied. The couple exited the bus in a huff, angered by the manner in which the bus driver had talked to them.
They sat down on a bench and remained quiet for a minute before Wendy decided to break the silence. "What a dick!" she remarked as the bus drove by, this time in the opposite direction. The feisty ginger took the opportunity to show what she really thought of the situation. Standing up, she shot the passing bus a pair of middle fingers. "Fuck you asshole!" she yelled. Dipper wasn't sure if he should say something or just let her vent her frustration. Remembering a bit of advice that Grunkle Stan had bestowed upon him when it came to angry women, he decided to go with the latter. He remained silent as he sat on the cold metal of the bus stop bench, browsing his phone for places to eat breakfast. Wendy sat down next to him in a huff; her arms crossed against her torso in anger. "Wendy… I-I think I might have found something that'll make this at least a little better…" Dipper began with a bit of trepidation in his voice. "Oh… A-And what might that be? What will be the oh-so wonderful thing that will just make this all better?!" she replied; her voice oozing with sarcasm. Dipper rarely got to see this side of the redhead. He decided that he really didn't care much for her when she was in a stormy mood, especially when the daggers disguised as words began to fly in his direction. "Th-There's this restaurant nearby... It apparently is rated pretty high and makes a killer omelet…" the brown haired teen continued. "I am pretty hungry…" she thought to herself before turning to speak to the eighteen year old man. "Okay… Whatever, I guess…" the young woman replied in an ambivalent tone. She was tired, upset, hungover and most of all, hungry. Standing up, the couple began to travel towards the restaurant.
The sun began to rise and the city slowly came to life. After walking down the cracked and well-worn concrete sidewalk for about ten blocks, Wendy and Dipper arrived at the State City Restaurant. The unassuming blue wooden siding of the building blended in to the surrounding neighborhood. In fact, had it not been for the Oregon shaped sign hanging from the side of the structure, they very well would have assumed it was just a normal house. Opening the white painted front door, the smells of sizzling bacon and sweet syrup welcomed them. A chalkboard decorated the wall, displaying the simple message of 'Please Seat Yourself' to the patrons. Taking the signs advice, Dipper and Wendy found an open booth and took a seat. A waitress soon greeted the couple and took their orders. Wendy ended up getting a stack of pancakes, sausage, bacon, seven grain toast, a medium cooked steak and three egg whites scrambled. Dipper decided on a five cheese omelet, hash browns, sourdough toast and a side of bacon.
While waiting for their food to arrive, the couple began to chat. "Sorry about my shitty attitude earlier… I-I was just… I dunno… frustrated, I guess… But that's no excuse to take it out on you…" the freckled woman said as she looked her boyfriend in the eye. "Wendy, its fine… We all get that way from time to time… I didn't take it personally, so we're cool…" the eighteen year old man reassured her. "Thanks Mason… You know, that's why I love you… You understand me… I'm sure somebody else would have thought I was being a raging bitch or something… But you know what I've been through… All the stress I have… The pressure I put on myself day in and day out… I just love that I can be myself… My fucked up, messy, crazy self and you still love me…" she said as tears formed in her eyes. "Please don't cry Wendy… Today is a happy day…" the brown haired man began as he reached his hand across the slightly sticky linoleum of the table and grasped her petite hand with his; gently stroking it. "These are happy tears Mason…" she replied. "Well… I'm happy too. I'm happy that twenty one years ago today, Gwendolyn Blerble Corduroy was born. I'm happy that five years ago my parents forced Mabel and me to spend the summer in Gravity Falls. I'm happy that I met this wonderful girl who showed me that sometimes it's alright to break the rules to have a little bit of fun. I'm happy that we faced the end of the world and fought side by side for our lives. I'm happy that you were there for me in my darkest hour and that I was for yours… I'm happiest of all that we found each other" the teen declared to his girlfriend. The redhead was in awe, as she often tended to be when the slightly younger man spoke. He had a way with words that were far beyond his years and frequently brought out the emotion inside her that she had struggled to keep suppressed for most all her life. "Th-That was beautiful… Thanks… I'm glad we found each other too Mason…" she said as her emerald eyes filled with even more tears.
The emotional moment was suddenly broken up by the arrival of their food. After a hearty meal, the pair left the restaurant and began the trek back towards the hotel. Catching yet another bus, the trip took a little over half an hour. Stepping off the bus, the pair was greeted by a slight drizzle, which made them glad that they had decided against walking the entire distance. Wendy had suggested it as a way to burn off the breakfast the two had enjoyed. Convincing her that they had already worked out more before sunrise than ninety percent of the residents that lived in Portland would in a whole week, she relented. If it was physical activity that the fiery maned birthday girl desired, the young man had an idea of how they could achieve it in a much more fun way. After running his hand along her yoga pant covered backside and whispering a few dirty thoughts into her ear as he lightly bit it, the couple practically raced their way to the elevator. After an excruciatingly long elevator ride that was chaperoned by an operator, the young lovers carried on with their previously paused activities. Hands ran up and down their slender and toned bodies as Dipper reached into the pocket of his shorts and retrieved the key card that would grant them access to the penthouse.
Dipper and Wendy practically tumbled into the room as passion overtook both of them. Having closed the door only moments ago, the horny lovers began to remove their clothes; practically ripping them off as the heat of their burning love grew even more intense. The trail of abandoned garments and inhibitions led to the California King sized bed, where both began to kiss on one another. New beads of sweat joined the ones that had formed during the early morning run, as both of their bodies glistened in the sunlight that permeated the room. Laying her down gently on her back, the brown haired teen kneeled above her; his fit body clearly in her line of sight. She liked what she saw. Wendy's voice varied between muffled moans of pleasure and screams of unrestrained ecstasy. After a few goes, the couple collapsed in a sweaty and spent heap; promptly falling asleep as the morning carried on all around them in the Rose City.
Author's Note: So, this is going on for a lot longer than I had planned, but I feel like explaining the dynamics of Wendy and Dipper's love is important. I know I said it in the last chapter, but I promise that you will find out what Mabel wrote in the journal in the next installment. Until then, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Author's Note Part Two: So, I have realized that many of my readers might be newer and wanted to take the chance to explain the chronological order that these stories take place in the Shooting Star Falls AU.
Underage Discoveries On A Reckless Night: A Shooting Star Falls Prequel
Five Years Later: A Shooting Star Falls
Echoes Of A Nearby Future: A Shooting Star Falls Story
Scarred Summer: A Shooting Star Falls Story
What Has Been & Never Shall Be Again: A Shooting Star Falls Story
Stable Times Or A Wild Ride?: A Shooting Star Falls Story
Birthday Weirdness In The Rose City: A Shooting Star Falls Story
Also, a story explaining what Grenda had to reveal to Candy at the conclusion of Scarred Summer: A Shooting Star Falls Story will take place between that and What Has Been & Shall Never Be Again: A Shooting Star Falls Story.