the boy in the woods || pinescone || Dipper x Wirt

six

Their search had been useless. The two had walked up and down the river as far as they could on both sides and search the surrounding area and there were no signs of Greg being anywhere in the vicinity. Eventually they had given up as the sun began to set and it wasn't safe for them to be out any longer.

They made their way back to the mystery shack and we're led side by side on Dippers bed, staring up at the ceiling in comfortable silence until Wirt broke it

"Dipper?"

"Yeah?"

"What happens if I don't find Greg? If I don't remember where I'm from or why I'm here?"

Dipper paused, thinking for a moment. Wirt had been here a week, he hadn't heard anything about a boy going missing and nobody seemed to be out looking for him. It was like he had just shown up one day out of the blue. Maybe he wasn't even human. He didn't remember anything anything and there was no evidence Greg ever existed. What was to stop him from-

"You can stay here with us, Soos and Wendy basically live here and there's always room for one more", he smiled, missing off the whole 'your cute and I don't exactly want you to leave' part.

"You don't live here either though" Wirt frowned, rolling onto his side to look at Dipper, who took up half the space on the bed that he did.

"I'm old enough to move here permanently though, I want to anyway when I can so.. I'd be living here too if you stayed" he smiled, twisting his head to the side to look at Wirt. He immediately regretted his decision, they were only maybe 10 inches apart and he swore he could even feel Wirts breath grace his cheek and automatically snapped his head back up to the ceiling, feeling his heart pumping away in his chest.

"People must love you back where you're from, you're scarily selfless" he smiled with a laugh, watching Dippers smile stretch out in response.

"Hardly" he snorted "you forgot I told you my hobbies included mystery hunting".

Wirt laughed and rolled back to where he was before.

"True, clarinets not the best friend maker either"

Dipper shook his head in mock disbelief, pushing himself up so he was sitting on the bed, looking across at Mabels side, or well the curtain they had dividing the two sides of their rooms that they could pull out if the other had guests. It was exactly ideal sharing with your sister, not so much when they were younger but now he valued his privacy more.

He could hear her lightly snoring on the other side and smiled lightly to himself before looking back at Wirt who was starfished on the bed, eyes lightly closed.

"You take the bed, I'll sleep on the mat".

"What? No its your bed, I've been in it for a week so you can have it", Wirt said, sitting up to join Dipper, swinging his legs off the side of the bed so his feet were on the matress and duvet that had been led out on the floor beside the bed. He slid his back down the side and landed with a light thump on the matress before lying back into it.

Dipper rolled his eyes but didn't complain, he had missed his bed and although he was polite enough to offer it, he wasn't going to turn it down.

They both lay back onto the beds, heads hitting the pillows at the same time with a unified puff sound.

"D-do you think we can be friends?" Asked Wirt from the silence.

Dipper smiled and nodded his head to himself.
"You don't need to ask, we're already friends".

"R-right, sorry", Wirt stutterd. He wasn't the best at the whole friends thing but Dipper seemed to be.

"But yeah, we're friends" grinned Dipper, reaching across to his bedside table and flicking the light off, letting his words linger in the air as they drifted off.

----------morning---------

Wirt had begun to stir, his mind balancing the fine line between fiction and reality as the birds outside called him back to life. He couldn't work out where he was, tossing over to the side and face planting the side of the bed with a loud crash and a shout of pain, hands flying up to cradle his forehead.

Dipper was flung awake, breath catching in fear and the sudden noise.

"Shit" hissed Wirt with a groan, scrunching up his eyes and giving the bump a rub.

Just as Dipper opend his mouth to speak, there was a huge smashing and clattering sound downstairs. Without any exchange of words, the two were up, Dipper rushing down the stairs and Wirt following groggily behind him, still cradling his head.

Voices floated up to them from the gift shop.

"Put it dow- No don't touch that! Leave it al- Watch out! Be careful, don't break anything else OH MY GOSH KID DON'T TOUCH THAT Oh okay no that's fi- NO I SAID DON'T!"

More crashing noises clatters their way through the house as Dipper reached the door of the gift shop.

"Grunkle Stan?" He asked sleepily, still rubbing his eyes awake and walking into the room.

The place was completely trashed, stands knocked over, including a stand of crappy and overpriced glass things that were probably meant to resemble the folk monsters from the town, which would explain all the smashing.

The older man was panting in the corner, watching as a boy in the centre reached town to pick a teapot up off the floor.

Wirt stood motionless in the door way, eyes wide and mouth having fallen open.

"G.. g-greg?" His voice cracked as a knot tied itself in his throat.

The little boy turned round, he was maybe 8 years old and a little chubby, wearing pair of green dungarees with a white shirt under them.

"Oh hi Wirt!" He beamed, cheeks with a pinky glow.

It didn't take long for Wirt to run across the remains of the gift shop and wrapping his arms completely around the little boy, tears streaming down his cheeks in a fit of sobs and he clasped hold of him.

"I.. I thought I lost you" he managed to get out through his sobbing and sniffs, voice cracking again.

"Nope, here I am! Weird we both ended up here though" he smiled, completely oblivious as he gave the older boy boy and comforting pat on the back

"There there".

Dipper watched them, biting his lip to stop himself from crying. It wasn't his fault he had a lot of emotions. His heart strained as they held eachother, watching Wirt almost completely change in a matter of seconds.

It was rare to be able to cry and still look amazing, unfortunately Wirt was not one of the people who were blessed with that but Dipper didn't care. He was beautiful in a way, even if it didn't directly correlate to the streaks of tears running down his face or his slightly runny nose.

Wirt had a brother, and he had a crush.

A/N
Finally, goodbye depressed Wirt and hello some romance