The Boy Who Cried Werewolf

Friday Night at the Cabin

"Hey," Wendy suggested as they drove back to the cabin. "How about a good ol' fashioned movie night? Like we used to do?" Dipper agreed immediately. "Sounds good to me," he exclaimed. "What should we watch?"

"Well," Wendy said, "We could throw on a DVD- I've got a bunch of our old favorites, including 'Little Dread Riding Hood.' Or, I think 'Help, My Mummy's a Werewolf' is on local access tonight."

Dipper thought for a moment. "Which one is sillier?" he asked.

Wendy chuckled. "Gravity Falls Public Access Television it is!"

Before long, Wendy pulled up in front of the house. "Okay," she said. "Remember to take your shoes off on the porch, and then why don't you make sure your key works properly?"

As they entered, Dipper hit the light switch, and with a broad smile regarded the new keys in his hand. He turned and hugged Wendy. "Thank you, Wendy," he said quietly, still smiling.

"For what?" she asked

Dipper held up the keys, regarding them with pleasure, and then turned his gaze to Wendy. "For your trust," he told her. "This means a lot to me."

Wendy returned his smile and laughed, but raised a warning finger. "Just remember, Dipper; no thinking for the rest of this weekend. I want you to act on raw instinct. You're not going to spoil our weekend by overthinking things- Got it?"

Dipper laughed. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. He pulled Wendy to him for a kiss, his arms about her waist. "What are your orders, ma'am?"

"Mmm," Wendy murmured, delighted, as they kissed. "That's the spirit," she said. "Now, go turn on the T.V. and warm up my seat. I'mma go make a bowl of popcorn."

Wendy walked over to kitchen to throw in a bag of microwave popcorn, while Dipper went over to the T.V. set and turned it on. He then sat in the large armchair and awaited Wendy's return.

After a few minutes, he heard the bell on the microwave go off, and Wendy shortly thereafter came over with a large bowl of popcorn and two cans of Pitt Cola.

"Move over, doofus," she ordered.

They settled in. The chair was almost large enough for them to sit side by side, but Wendy slouched athwart the chair with one leg thrown over one of the arms, and giving Dipper the popcorn to hold, pulled him down into her lap.

Over the next two hours, there was much laughter, derision, clever quips and observations, and the occasional break for snogging. Dipper felt strong waves of nostalgic happiness roll over him. He loved the old familiarity of indulging in one of his favorite pastimes with Wendy, mingled with the newer thrill of making out with the girl of his dreams.

When the movie ended, Wendy stood and collected the now-empty popcorn bowl and the drained cans of soda. "Okay," she told dipper. "I'm going to clean up here. You go get your shower first."

"O-okay," Dipper said, as he turned off the T.V. "Um. Should I wear my pajamas, or my shorts...?"

Wendy winked as she went to the kitchen. "You don't have to wear anything at all, if you don't want to," she told him.

"You said you had a new task for me tonight-?" Dipper called after her as he went to the bathroom.

"Don't worry," Wendy yelled from the kitchen. "I haven't forgotten; I'm not letting you off for almost ruining our weekend with your second guessing every damn thing you think and feel." Dipper grew warm and felt a certain stirring in his pants as he entered the bathroom and closed the door after himself.

Before long, Dipper left the bathroom. He had decided to wear nothing at all to bed; it seemed to be what Wendy wanted. He came out wearing a towel around his waist, then up over his shoulder, almost like a Greek chiton. Wendy looked over at him as she finished tidying the kitchen. She approached him, briefly flipping up the edge of the towel to take a peek, "Mmm," she smiled. "Good choice, man."