7. "Yes!"

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I'd be stupid if I declined. Of course I want to be friends with her!

With a bright and, apparently, contagious smile, I enthusiastically exclaimed, "Yes!"

Oh my gosh! I sounded desperate! What if Wendy regrets wanting to be my friend? She'll probably break our friendship off and move on...

NO SAD THOUGHTS! Live in the now. She is my friend now, and that's all that matters.

Wendy smiled happily.

For the rest of class, we continued our sketches and talked about random things.

By the end of class, it felt like her and I had been friends for years. We were comfortable around each other, and had quite a few similar likes and dislikes. One being that we both disliked Robbie, the schools goth kid. No one really like him though.

Although Wendy didn't like Robbie, she never went out of her way to show it, unlike some students. She was kind, at treated Robbie kindly, whenever she was around him.

A like that we share was, of course, art. She liked crafting with wood rather then drawing and painting, and I liked drawing and painting rather then crafting.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Wendy and I parted ways in the hall, promising to see each other the next day.

I gathered my school supply's and stuffed them in my backpack. For whatever reason, my journal didn't fit, so I resorted to carrying it by hand.

On my way out of the front doors to the school, I ran into Bill. Well, Bill and his brother Will.

Great...

Will's a good guy, it's just that he is too much of a pushover. He is also scared of his older twin brother... so he never defends me.

"I see you've been hanging out with Wendy..." Bill says incredulously. "Never thought I'd see the day when Dipper Pines befriends the love of his life."

At that, I go red. Not from anger or resentment, not even from his obvious exaggeration, but from the trusty behind it. I did like Wendy. I liked her a lot, and Bill just shoved it out for everyone to hear. I was humiliated for my choice of interest.

I'm sure, now, that everyone knew who I was crushing on. They were probably thinking of how she is way taller than me. Well, actually, I was way shorter. She was only 5'8", which was a little taller than average.

I was only 4'7"...

Others also probably thought of how I was way out of her league. I mean, come one. Who wouldn't? She was the popular girl who hung out with popular people. Heck, she even hung out with my sister sometimes.

I am the loner; the loser. I should hang out with other losers, too. Except, the thing is, I don't have anyone else to be friends with. I was the only loser, after all...

I huffed and walked passed Bill. Man, I just keep ticking Bill off today, don't I. Oh, well.

"Hey! Where you going? Home to cry?" Bill questioned. He wasn't laughing. No one other then a few bystanders, were.

"Bill, please, just leave me alone." I pleaded.

"I like it when you beg, but I won't let you off that easily. How about I make a deal... I'm gonna be going on vacation soon. When I get back, I very well might just beat you to a pulp. The only way to prevent that, is for you to send me emails every day just before you go to bed. Simple enough."

I stared at him, befuddled. I was perplexed for more then one reason.

Why was Bill going on vacation, he never goes on vacation. And why did he only want emails? And emails of what? I would have expected him to simply hit me for every day he was gone or something. This was completely out of his character.

I would know considering I knew him like the back of my hand... unfortunately.

I thought the deal over and, in the end, decided to comply. I couldn't think of anything bad. "Okay..."

With that, he let me go home. I walked down the road, leading away from the school and to my house. The bus, for what ever reason, can't take me home any more. It started about a month after school started.

I don't know why, but the thought of getting in their car makes me uncomfortable.

In the silence, my thoughts dulled and my body numbed. I moved automatically.

I could hear everything around me. The birds chirping, the cars in the distance, the subtle beeping, the dogs barking.

My head was faced towards the ground, taking in details of the sidewalk. It was pale white under the sun, rays reflecting off of the ground. It burned my eyes, but I didn't seem to register that fact. I was in my own little world.

Wendy wanted to be my friend. I said yes. We are friends now.

Bill is mad. But he made a deal. He always makes deals, and yet, this deal was so out of the ordinary. It was strange.

It wasn't long before I arrived at the front porch to my house. I walked up the stone steps, being careful not to trip over them, and knocked on the door. I didn't have any keys of my own yet.

My dad opened the door. He looked exhausted, but, which having to work more hours of the day then he was used to, it was understandable.

Sometimes, I would catch him in the study room mumbling about medical bills. It wasn't all that strange considering dad has been doing a little after school started.

"Hey, dad."

"Sup, Dippin' sauce."

Dad sometimes mimicked Mabel. It was funny the first few time... now, not so much.

I went inside and sat at the kitchen table. This is usually where I did my homework. It never took long, a few hours at most.

And, true to my word, a few hours later, I was putting the last of my homework in my backpack. I hung my backpack up on the chair. Dad didn't mind it, as long as it wasn't heavy enough to to top the chair over.

I checked the time.

7:30 pm.

It was time to get ready for bed, so I did. I got dressed in a onesie my mom had given me a long time ago. Miraculously, I still fit in it. Mom used to call the onesie, "Lamb Lamb".

She even made a song. And, hilarious as it was, I shall never repeat it in public again...

I crawled in bed with the fluffy lamb onesie snug against my body. I curled up under the covers and fell into a soft slumber.

Faintly, just before I fully succumbed to sleep, like every other night, I heard a steady beeping.

Dad must have left the washer machine on again.

Thank you for reading all the way up to this chapter. Please comment of any mistakes I may have made in this, or any past chapter.

I hope you enjoyed.

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