theshipper101's Random One Shots and Short Stories

Everyone Needs a Friend (Gravity Falls/otgw crossover)

I usually try to stay out of fights, but the ten year old reminded me of my little brother Greg. The eighth graders were the kind that I always tried to avoid when I was in middle school.

The kid was backed up against the school. I could already see that the bullies had done a number on him. His left eye was already bruising and closing. He had tears in his eyes and looked like he wanted to scream for help. No doubt the bullies had told the kid he'd get worse if he tattled.

Now, with their fists balled tightly, the three of them closed in on the kid. It's now or never, I thought. I could hear the poor kid's whimpers of pain. "Hey!" I yelled.

The bullies turned to look at me. The one in the middle sneered, holding the kid by the sweatshirt a good foot off the ground. He was clearly the leader. "And who are you?"

"Doesn't matter," I said. "Just let the kid go."

"And why should I listen to you?" The kid asked, holding up his fist to threaten the boy in his hand.

I had really hoped he wouldn't ask that question. It would be really sad if an eighth grader beat a ninth grader up, but it wasn't my fault I wasn't, like, Captain America strong! I crossed my arms, trying to look unfazed by the kid. "Put him down," I said through gritted teeth. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size? You too scared? Only cowards beat up kids."

"What, like you?" The kid asked.

I held up my hands. "Hey, I never said anything about hurting you."

"And how do we know you won't?"

I sighed. "Look, principle Roger is still in there. I can easily go and get him now, or later."

"Ohh, so the big tough high schooler's gonna tattle on us," the leader said in a mock horrified voice. "Like that isn't cowardly."

I swallowed. I really didn't want to leave the ten year old here alone. These three would probably just drag him somewhere else to beat him up. But I had to get an adult involved somehow!

Then the kid started crying. Not just tears, but sobs too. It was heart breaking. I knew this wasn't the first time this had happened to him. I glared at the eighth grader. "What do you gain from this? Being able to say, 'Hey, I'm tough enough to beat up this puny fifth grader'?"

The bully gritted his teeth. "What did you say?"

I crossed my arms. "Make me."

I don't know why I was trying to be brave. Being brave is, like, the opposite of my personality. I guess I knew exactly what the crying kid was going through. I hated the way weaklings get treated.

"There'll be none of that," said a voice behind me. I jumped and turned to see Principle Rogers standing there. "Rodney, put Dipper down and you, Jake and Lukas follow me to my office."

The color drained from Rodney's and his friends' faces. He dropped Dipper harshly on the ground and walked to Principle Roger, knocking into my arm with his shoulder as I passed. "And you," Mr. Rogers said looking towards me. "You did a good thing trying to defend Dipper. I want you to walk him home and make sure he's alright. What's your name again."

I inwardly sighed. "Wirt, Mr. Rogers."

He snapped. "Yes, Wirt! I always forget."

Like everyone, I thought. I turned to Dipper. He was curled up into a ball and crying into his knees. I slowly walked over to him and put a hand awkwardly on his shoulder. He jumped and scooted away from me. His eye was definitely turning black. I winced, crouching down to his level. "Hey," I said in a soft voice. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

"W-who are you?" Dipper asked.

"I'm Wirt. I'm gonna take you home. Er, wherever that is." I offered my hand to help him up. He ignored it and pushed himself up, using the wall. Greeat he doesn't trust me.

"So...where do you live? You you know your address?"

Dipper nodded.

"Can you tell me what it is?"

He was silent, staring at the ground. I stopped myself from shaking him. I took a deep breath. "Okay, can you at least point me in the right direction?"

I could see Dipper swallow. Then he nodded. I offered my hand, but he just stared at it. I let it drop at my side. He's like ten. Of course he's gonna be independent.

"Was the the first time that happened to you?" I asked.

Dipper shook his head after a minute.

We started to walk back to his house. Whenever he came to a fork in the road, he would point which was to go. I wondered if he normally walked home. But the walk was so long, I changed my mind.

Finally, we came to a nice looking house. Dipper turned to me. "Please don't tell my parents."

I was just about to ring the doorbell. "Why? They'll ask questions anyway."

Dipper looked down to the ground. "I don't want it to get worse."

I couldn't help the small smile tugging at my lips. "Hey, look at me," I said.

He looked up, tears in his eyes.

"Believe it or not, I've had my share of bullies too. You just can't believe anything they say. When they say that it'll get worse when you tell, that just means they're scared of being found out. Trust me. Everything will be better if you ask for help."

"You sure?" Dipper asked.

I nodded. "That's what helped me."

Dipper bit his lip and nodded. "Okay."

I smiled. I stood back up and rang the doorbell. A desperate looking woman opened the door. She grabbed Dipper in a hug and bursted into tears. "Oh, Dip...I didn't know what to think." She held him out at arm's reach. "Oh, you're eye! What happened?"

Dipper glanced to me. His mom looked over at me too. She seemed to compose herself. She stood up and held out her hand. "Lucy Pines," she said. I shook her hand. "I'm guessing you're the one that brought Dipper back?"

I nodded. "Yeah. He's a good kid."

His mom put an arm around her son. "Well, what happened?"

When Dipper didn't say anything, I decided that I'd have to.

"Well, there were these eighth graders-"

I was interrupted when Dipper buried his face in his mother's shirt and started to sob. I winced.

"I understand," she said softly. She looked at me with a smile on her face. "Thank you for helping him. H-he doesn't have very many friends."

I nodded. "Well, I guess I know how that feels."

I started to walk away, but Mrs. Pines called back at me,"Wait! I didn't catch your name."

"Oh, um, It's Wirt," I called back.

And this was the start of a pretty good friendship with Dipper and his twin sister Mabel.