Lucy Hates Me[Dipper x oc)

Chapter 3: I Danced an Amazing Dance with a Wonderful Boy [and how I got there]

"Really? He's that sweet?" asked Ashley as we sat in the dinner waiting on our coffee and tea.

"Sweeter than sugar candies." I giggled a bit. "He told me all sorts of things I didn't know and even introduced me to an author."

"That's great! I'm so glad you found someone. Do you think it could go anywhere?"

"I don't know. He's only here in the summer and I'm leaving in two days. I won't be back until the day before senior year starts. He'll be gone by then." I fiddled with my ring. "I mean were a good fit but we don't really know each other well enough for it to form anything..."

"Oh I don't know about that." I froze as I heard Dipper's voice behind me. "You can learn a lot about a person in two days."

I spun around. "Dipper!" I stared wide eyed. "You followed me?"

"No. I was looking for Mable. She likes the pancakes here." He leaned against the booth seat but slipped and nearly fell. "So... Mable is throwing a party and I was, uh, wondering if you wanted to, uh... you know."

"You want me to go with you?" I smiled. "Yeah I'll come."

"Yeah?! That's great!" He fell over again. "I'll see you later!" He walked off shaking his head at himself.

"You see? He's so cute and awkward." I took a sip of the drink Lazy Suzan had brought me. "Didn't I order tea?"

Ashley took a sip of hers. She pursed her lips. "Yuck. English tea. You have my coffee." She switched them around and took a sip. "Much better."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Are you gonna go to the party?"

"Sure." She took a drink of her coffee.

We took our to-go cups with us when we left.

---- time skip -----

I turned the key and took off my helmet. I pulled my leg over the bike and opened the saddle bag on the right [normally driver's on car] side of my bike. I grab the large plastic bag out and walk towards Mable and what looked like a twelve year-old Dipper. They were both working the ticket stand. Young Dipper had a hat with a two on it. "Hi Dipper?" I said as I walked up and handed them the ten bucks it took to buy a ticket.

"It's Tyrone. Dipper is waiting for you inside." Tyrone handed me the little blue ticket.

Who the fuck is Tyrone? I shoved it in the breast pocket of my leather ridding jacket and went in. I headed straight for the bathroom. As it turned out, Wendy was waiting for me. She managed to get me into a bedroom instead of the bathroom. She helped me change out of my leathers and into my old sea-green prom dress.

I sat down on the messy, unmade bed as Wendy began to curl my hair. "Um... Wendy. Whose room are we in?"

Just as I asked, someone opened the door and stepped in. it was Ford. He stopped dead when he saw me sitting on his bed with Wendy curling my hair. "Umm..."

"Wendy!" I yelled at her as I began to smell my hair burning. "I want my hair curled not singed! And why in the bloody hell are we in Ford's room?"

"Well we weren't going in Stan's and Dipper's sill getting ready up in the attic." She responded as she coated my half done hair with hair spray causing me to cough like crazy. "Sorry, Mr. Pines. We needed a bigger room than the bathroom to get ready and I honestly didn't think you were going to come up from the basement tonight."

I bent over to where my face was out of the cloud of hair spray. I coughed some more and caught my breath again. "Sorry, Si-" I almost called him Sixer again. That seemed rude after what happened when I called him that this afternoon, "Ford. I didn't know this was your room." I sat back up and covered my mouth to keep as much hairspray out of my lungs as I could. I spoke louder so he could hear me from behind my hand. "I wouldn't come over here for at least half an hour. I don't know about yours but my asthmatic lungs sure as hell can't do this much longer." I turned awkwardly around on the bad so I was facing the wall and Wendy could finish my hair.