I've Always Loved Corduroys

My New Favorite Color

Mini - Prologue

note: the teenage group I have aged up to 16-17. I know she's 15 but I've always felt the focus on age difference with Wendy and Dipper in the show needed to actually make sense. 

Red.

That was my first thought when I met her. She had knocked me over with her tricycle while I was running away from store owners. They had good reason,  Robbie and I did just spray-paint their front window. My work being much better then the weird "explosion" he always does. Lemme tell you, it looks like a muffin...

That doesn't matter now, because when I first looked up from the ground, hands covered paint and scrapes all over from rough housing, all I saw was my new favorite color.

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I don't know why, but I've been thinking of that day more and more lately.  Staring off during work, only to catch a glimpse of Wendy and the counter and thinking about it. For Christ sakes, that memory is from when we were like 7. Then again, she's never really left my mind since then...

"RICKY! GET BACK TO WORK."

Damn. He always catches me. I mean, what's the point of being a rebellious gothic teenager if I can't even slack off.

Sighing, I get back to fixing the store speakers. Our handy man Soos would've done it; but, he's not the brightest when it comes sound systems. Who knew being in a band with your moody twin brother came in handy for work. We just started, Robbie on guitar and me on bass and vocals. We still need a decent drummer; but, the Valentino Tombstones are coming together real nice. Our sound is prett-

"I SAID BACK TO WORK, RICKY. I'D FIRE YOU IF I COULD."

I jump at his loudness and yell back to Stan,

"YEAH RIGHT! YOU GET MONEY OFF HOW I LOOK  OLD MAN!" I hear him grumbling behind me in response,

"Yeah you vampire looking kid."

I'd fight back if he wasn't right. Albino skin, black hair, heteroromantic black and yellow eyes. I don't have an ounce of anything on my twig of a body. I think he thought I was a zombie first time I met him. I was 13 and painting the side of the shack when he chased me with a broom, yelling about keeping what's left of his brains. As if.

Stan would have a heart attack if he found out what was in this town.

The things that lurk in the dark yet never noticed, not by everyone that is. Robbie gets it's...sort of. He knows there's something out there, always something. He'd have to considering...uh, the circumstances. On top of that, our house is a funeral home. Our parents have always been into the occult despite appearances. They've...dabbled in the undead and what perfect way to hide that then run a funeral home and morgue.

Back in reality, I've finished the speakers just in time to hear Stan close the shack,
"I'm closing early. Gotta pick up my brothers kids. Now go, before I chase you out."

I cheer as Wendy jumps over the counter and grabs my hand,
"Come on! We're gonna miss Thompson getting tapped to the front of the van."
I smile and run ahead pulling her with me. I tune to see her laughing and with the goofiest smile.
God she's beauti- oh. Oh no.

It hit me like a golf cart. All those days thinking of her laugh. Smiling just because she did. The frustration I felt when she'd go hang out with her ex-boyfriends. My first thought when I met her wasn't just red, it was how pretty she looked with it. For the life of me-

I like Wendy Corduroy.