Age is just a number

Wendy POV

I sat beside Dipper, pondering why we can't be together.

"It's really only our age differences that hold me back Dipper, but that's something we both can't change. I can't get into a relationship with someone who's three years younger." I explain.

"Why not?" He asks.

This question really threw me off guard. Why does age matter to me? My parents were four years apart, that is until my mom passed away. I guess it's the fact that he's too young to really have a good relationship. He's technically not a teenager yet, and I'm 15. What would my friends and family think?

I realize that I've been staring at Dipper while thinking, and he's been looking right back at me. He is kinda cute, in a childish manor. However, he is very courageous for admitting his feelings and I think it's pretty adorable him having a crush on me.

I can tell he's getting very upset. I get this sudden urge to hug him, but think that may send him the wrong message. Slightly embarrassed at my thought, I make up an excuse to leave as fast as possible.

Dipper notices my odd behavior, and changes the subject to movie night. I agree to have it at his place tomorrow, then speed home on my bicycle.

THAT NIGHT

I can't fall asleep. I keep staring at the ceiling, remembering today's events. Why did I want to hug Dipper? To be honest, I even considered kissing him for a split second before dismissing the strange thought.

Did I really like Dipper?