Chapter 1

*Dipper's POV*

"Mabel, we're stuck here," I told my sister.

"What?!" she exclaimed, running over. She looked at the device in my hands. The glass was cracked and some of the wires were poking through the front.

"It's wrecked," I said. "That dumb goat destroyed it. Now I know why Grunkle Stan hated it so much." It had been two weeks since we left Gravity Falls to go home to Piedmont, California. Now we were back, and had no way to get home. Over the last two weeks I had been working on a teleporter invented by my grandfather that we had discovered in the basement. The device I held in my hands was the microtelporter I had invented using my grandfather's technology as well as some from Fiddleford McGucket. Now, it was broken, thanks to that stupid goat, Gompers, and Mabel and I had no way back home.

"Maybe you can fix it," Mabel suggested.

"That would take weeks, Mabel," I said. "We don't have weeks, we have less than four hours until Mom and Dad get home, and then, when we're not there, they'll freak. We're gonna have to come clean."

"and tell them about the teleporters?" Mabel asked.

"Yeah," I sighed. "We are gonna be in so much trouble."

"Look on the bright side," Mabel told me. "You just had your first kiss!" Everyone started giggling. Robbie, Tambry, Lee, Nate, Thompson, Grenda, Candy and Soos were still sitting there from the game of Truth or Dare that had resulted in Wendy having to kiss me. Wendy was blushing almost as hard as I was when Mabel mentioned the events of just a few seconds before.

"Now's not the time to talk about that, Mabel," I said, trying to keep my cool, even though my heart was racing after I'd had my first kiss with the girl I'd been in love with since the beginning of the summer. "Right now, we need to worry about how we're gonna get home. We have school on Monday."

"I'll call Mom and Dad and tell them what happened," Mabel said.

"Okay," I said, reluctantly. A few seconds after Mabel had gone to call, everyone started to leave. I played with the microteleporter, trying to fix it as best I could with the screwdriver I had in my pocket. I managed to get the wires back in place, but there was some sort of rupture in the connection to the battery, so every time I tried to turn it on it would light up and go dead again. Not to mention that the GPS microchip looked damaged, and the entire shell was beaten in. Soon, after about ten minutes to sitting on the grass with no luck, it was just Wendy and I left outside. She walked up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. It left a tingling feeling there.

"There's no use in trying to fix it without the proper tools," she said, sitting down next to me.

"I know," I sighed, shoving the microteleporter, as well as the screwdriver into the inside pocket of my vest. "But, really, what else could I do? I'm stressed out now, because Mabel and I are going to be in so much trouble." It was still a bit awkward talking to Wendy, considering we'd just kissed.

"Maybe we could talk," she said. "You know, to get your mind off it." I could hear the awkwardness in her voice as well.

"Yeah, okay," I agreed.

*Wendy's POV*

I don't know about Dipper, but, I wanted to talk about that kiss. At first, before it had happened, I didn't want him to take it seriously. I'm pretty sure I don't have to worry about him taking it seriously. I just don't know about me. I haven't stopped thinking about it for the last ten minutes. I'm sure that spark-like sensation meant something. Not only that, but my heart was racing faster than his, not from being nervous, but from adrenaline. The only way I can really put it, would be that it felt...right.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Dipper asked.

"I kinda wanted to talk..." I started, but hesitated for a moment before finishing my sentence. "About the kiss."

"What? That it didn't mean anything?" he asked. "That it was just for the dare, and that you didn't feel anything, and you want to make sure I'm not getting my hopes up. Right?" Dipper sighed. He lay back in the grass. Before I could reply he added, "Believe me, getting my hopes up is the last thing on my mind right now."

"Actually..." I said. "I was kinda...umm... thinking. When we kissed, I felt something, like a spark."

"Really?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows and looking at me.

"Yeah," I said. "I think it was because I missed being around you. Like, because you were gone, I realized I liked you... more than a friend. Isn't there, like a saying that's something like that?"

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Dipper said. He was acting surprisingly cool about the whole situation.

"Yeah, that's it," I said. "So, do you think that that kiss could have actually meant something?"

"You're asking me that?" Dipper laughed. "If you think you like me, of course I believe it means something." I smiled at him. My heart was beating quickly again. This conversation was harder than expected.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're thanking me?" Dipper questioned. "I should be the one thanking you. I'm the one who's been, like, in love with you for the last three months." He blushed. I smiled again. "Wait. Are you real? Like, I've been tricked with fake versions of you twice already. This seems too good to be true. Are you real?"

"Of course I'm real," I said. I made the gesture where I mimed zipping my lips and flicked away an imaginary key.

"And you're not melting into cockroaches," Dipper said.

"What?" I asked.

"Never mind," he replied.

"I am definitely real," I reassured him. "and so is this." I leaned down toward him, placing my lips, once again, on his and kissing him. He seemed surprised at first. But, soon kissed back, as he'd done the first time, sending that spark feeling through me again. We'd been kissing for almost a minute,when I heard Mabel's voice.

"Dipper I called-" she started, trailing off midsentence, when she saw us. Dipper and I looked over. "What the-?"