Age is just a number

Wendy POV

I wake up, dreading having to go to work and face Dipper. I don't know how I'll be able to tell him what I saw yesterday, or how he'll be able to explain.

However, I still take my daily trip to the Mystery Shack by bike. When I arrive, Dipper is writing on a clip board.

Hey Wendy!" he starts, "Mind if I talk to yo-" I cut him off

"I went to the party last night, and saw something that I wish I hadn't." I could feel my lips trembling, close to tears. I have to stay strong, though.

"That's why I want to talk with you. Can we go outside? On the roof or on the log near the bunker?" He asks

"Sure, but I don't think there's much to explain." I say, annoyed. I know he wants to explain, and I'll let him. I just can't help but imagine what I saw yesterday being real.

"Trust me, there is!" He replies. What's that suppose to mean? How long was he with her that there's that much to explain? I could tell he regretted saying that all ready.

"No! Not like that! Here let's just go outside so I can explain everything." He recommends

We decide to go to the log near the bunker. The decaying wood reminds me of the big question Dipper had asked me about age. Maybe it does matter after all, and he'd rather be with someone his own age.

"Okay, so yesterday what all did you see?" He asks me once we sit on the log.

"Doesn't matter, tell the story how it happened and then I'll say what I saw." I tell him

"Fair enough," He says as he begins his story about last night's events.

He explains what all happened with him and this blonde named Pacifica. As I listen, the pieces add up to what I saw, but Dipper is innocent. Except he mentioned that Pacifica kissed him, which caught my attention.

After he finished, the thought of someone else kissing him made me wonder something else. I decided to be upfront and ask him the question on my mind.

"Wow, all I saw was a blonde hugging you, and you hugging back." I say, breaking the silence after his story

"That probably didn't look too good... But no I'm not in love with her or anything. She just likes me a lot." He replies, clearing the confusion.

"But one question is still on my mind," I begin.

"What's that?" He asks

"Did you enjoy the kiss from Pacifica?"

He takes a second to comprehend what I just asked him. He's shocked by the sudden question, and doesn't know how to respond. I can see his facial expression changing slightly as he thinks.

"Wendy," he begins, "I-I don't know. The thought hadn't come across my mind of wether or not I liked the kiss. I only worried about telling you the story. But..."

"Be honest, Dip, I need to know" I encourage him to continue

"Okay," he takes a deep breath, "I didn't enjoy it, but I didn't not enjoy it." He says, looking close to tears

I look at him in the eyes, debating wether or not to ask a burning question that's been on my mind since we first dated.

"Hey, Dipper," I began, "can I ask you something?"

"Yes, anything."

"Do you think this relationship will work out?"

This question makes him loose it. He breaks into tears.

"I knew this was going to happen..." Dipper says between sobs

"What was going to happen, Dipper?"

"If I told you the truth of how I felt last night, that you'd start questioning our relationship."

"No! That's not what I'm doing, I'm just curious of how long you think we will last. Well, what I mean is, what will happen when..." I pause, thinking about the question I'm about to ask him. "When you go back to California?"