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"Okay, (y/n) is coming over."
The paranoid brunette looked over his list again, then he sneezed.
"Food? Cooking."
"Table? Check"
"Charm?"
He looked at a mirror, and did his walk, guess what Dipperish thing he did?
He. Freakin. Tripped.
"Oookay," He said, looking around to see if anyone saw that.
He wrote on his list, to work on.
"Mmmm," He sniffed something delicious. "MABEL WHATS COOKING?!" Wait, Mabel wasn't here."
His mouth watered, whoever was cooking this, won't notice he took a small piece right?
He looked at the broken down oven, a scrumptious rosemary chicken lathered with chili sweet sauce, was waiting there for him. He inspected it for a while. Who cooked this?!

He shrugged and left.

30 minutes later~~~~

Dipper chewed his pen, hanging upside down from his bed. You completely dominated his thoughts. He chewed on his pen harder, paranoid that he'd mess up. His teeth chomped down on his fountain pen, it broke, and the inky substance filled his mouth.
"Blegh," he spit out the ink and threw the pen to a box labeled, Thinking Pens.
"Dipper?!" A voice called.
His eyes grew wide, SHE'S HERE.

Then the burning began.

He dashed down the stairs. A smoky smell reached his nose. He pinched his nose, SHOOT. I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS COOKING.
(Y/n) quickly pulled out the burnt piece of chicken charcoal.
Dipper scratched his head, turning red.
"Dinner served?"
You frowned and threw the entire pan outside. Dipper grew scared, she probably despises me!
She looked at me with a look that said,
You're so smart, yet so dumb.
She ran a hand through her hair,
"Have any boiling pans?"
I scooted over to the creaky shelf, and pulled out one.
She took it, poured some water and began boiling it. While she was at it, she took out two instant noodles. I just stared at her, just pants and a tee. Nothing special, but she still looked gorgeous. I felt the warmth rush to my cheeks, when I thought of her being beautiful.

"Dipper? Are you sick?" (Y/n) looked over, I turned redder, then sneezed. Darnit Mabel has allergies again. (E/c) eyed (y/n) walked over, took off my cap and felt my forehead. Which, obviously made me blush A LOT more. "Dipper," she said looking concerned, "You're burning up." She took the strainer and er, strained the water from the noodles. Then, she took me up the stairs and told me to get ready for bed.
"But (y/n)," I whined. "I was supposed to date you tonight!" While saying it, I turned redder, and sweated more. "Dipper Pines, you're sick." You said discreetly.

She went downstairs and left me to my thoughts, "Ugh, Dipper you messed up big time." I reached over and got the flowers I was supposed to give her. A strong wind came, and the petals ruffled at it, giving off pollen. I sneezed really loud. Mabel must be sneezing too right now. I chuckled at the thought. I laid back, still clutching the flowers, the pollen made me have a coughing fit.

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"Urgh," I swiped my nose. My voice was really scratchy by now. And my head was spinning, I really am sick. Dipper wanted to see how you were doing, so he got his blanket and wrapped it around him. And grabbed the crushed flowers and headed downstairs. He felt nauseous just by walking, and paused at the end of the stairs, his hand with the flowers was leaning on the wall, with the other clutching his stomach. His head bowed down.

You heard a noise and peered at the stairs, a very green Dipper was there, panting for breath. You screeched, HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE OUT OF BED, HE WAS SICK! You set the cooked noodles on the table and walked over to him. You gently supported him to the couch, his aura itself was burning hot. He heavily leaned on you for support, gasping for air, so you took baby steps so he wouldn't feel worse. You laid him on the chair, carefully putting his head on the seat. He mustered a weak smile at you, and you smiled back.

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You prepared a cool cloth to put on his head, and along with the noodles, a bowl of chicken soup. Also a bucket, so you wouldn't have to clean the floor XD.

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"Hey Dipper," a voice softly called him. He turned red, and tried to make a smile. His head was pounding, and he suddenly coughed violently. I shouldn't have played in the rain with Mabel. He thought bitterly. Then felt something soft and cool on his forehead, his tensed shoulders relaxing a bit. A whiff of noodles and soup caught his nose, his stomach grumbled. (Y/n) slowly fed him. God, this was pathetic. He reached over and gave her the flowers. She awed at it for a bit, blushing a bit herself.

Dipper told her with his raspy voice, "(y-y/n)," he sneezed. "Hmmm?" You said, not taking your eyes of your bowl of soup. Dipper's head was spinning. Instead of saying the rational he said the nonsense, what he was really thinking in his brain. He laughed hysterically, "YURCOOT! SO SO SO COOT I WANNA HUG YOU!!!!" You had a tiny spasm attack then, turned tomato red at his sudden outburst. He pouted, "Where's my hug?" He extended his arms. You hugged him, but he pulled you nearer him, making you land on his lap, Gosh, his skin was burning. He dipped then nuzzled you, looking deeply into your eyes. "Yoor so cooot~" a snore followed. You stayed frozen in a soldier stance. He. Just. Hugged. Me. You turned into a violent shade of red-violet. You tried to extract yourself without waking the poor boy.

Until Mabel and Grunkle Stan came, as if on cue, Great Uncle Ford emerged from his lab. Since Dipper was hugging you and was bent over, it looked like you guys were smooching. (Wew, deep stuff so fast?) Mabel sneezed, then screamed. The Stan Twins said in unison, " DIPPER, (Y/N) YOU BOTH ARE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS!!!!" You waved your hands frantically, a muffled voice managed its way out, "It's not what it looks like!"

Grunkle Stan, being the nearest to you both removed Dipper by the collar from you, your face contorted in a expression staring up the roof, petrified. He opened his mouth to probs yell or what, you shushed him, and gestured for him to give Dipper to you, he mouthed, "Why?" While Mabel and Great Uncle Ford discussing something on the table. You mouthed back, "He's sick." Grunkle Stan laid his hand on the crook of Dipper's neck. He looked shocked for a while, then he gave him to you.

You held him bridal style on the seat, Dipper was sweating like crazy, you brushed his shaggy hair to the side, and held the cloth and dabbed his forehead. Mabel rushed over and held his forehead, "Ow," she whispered, "He's burning hot." You carefully got out and laid him on the seat, covering him properly with the blanket he brought down, "I have to leave now," you slid a hand over his head and bent down to kiss his forehead, the MOST cliché thing that happened was....he woke then he looked up.

You both landed on each other's lips, the sick boy slightly shaking. And you both withdrew just as quickly, "I-I gotta go now" you stuttered, pulling your coat over your shoulders. The rain was pouring outside, and you ran into the path heading home.

Bonus ending:
Guess what? You got sick too!

A very bonus ending:
The Pines: ....
Dipper: .....!!!!!
Stanford: *leans to whisper to Mabel* I put more pollen in the flower and held the window open.
Mabel: *snickers*
Ford: *smiles smugly*
Dipper: *felt more sick since he blushed so much*
Stanley: WELCOME TO MANHOOD!!!
Dipper: That was....*jumps from seat*
*knees buckle* *faints*

OMG THIS IS THE VERY FIRST TIME I WROTE A KISSING SCENE. GOD, I TRIED NOT TO MAKE IT CHEESY. I EVEN FREAKING BLUSHED WHILE WRITING IT!!!!!!

DAMMMMMMMMMMMMM (pun intended)

I SLAUTE YOU
~LV