" Faking It. "

                                    

                                          
         SMALL NOTE: I PUBLISHED ANOTHER DIPPER X READER IM V PROUD GO CHECK IT OUT ON MY ACCOUNT, IT'S CALLED BAD GIRLS CLUB. ( YES I KNOW THERES A TV SHOW CALLED THAT BUT ONCE YOU READ IT YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. )
                          
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Previously on Foster Girl... 
                          
"We ... We use to go out." She said.
                          
" W h a t?"  I raised an eyebrow at her. Dipper never told me that. Who else has he been dating? Pacifica... I .... Maybe Wendy?
                          
" Yeah dipshit. You aren't the only girl in town who's gotten in Dipper's pants. " she said walking back inside, and slamming her door into her room.
                          
She's still a fucking bitch.
                          
But I got to get answers from Dipper.
                          
Turning my head at a noise, oh speak of the devil. 
                          
Let's see where he's been.
                          
****
                          
Tapping my foot; I raised my voice slightly at him so he could hear me over the now loud wind.
                          
"Where were you? It's a shit storm out there and I've been worried sick. Tell me what's going on, now. We aren't leaving here until you do." I said, my foot tapping faster like my heart.
                          
"I was out." He sighed.
                          
"With who?" I said crossing my arms.
                          
"Wendy!" He shouted at me.
                          
"Wendy?!" I widened my eyes. "She's suppose to be in prison! I know you might not care about it but she attached me! Tried to kill me!"
                          
"That wasn't her! Bill hired her!"
                          
"I don't care, I can't find myself to trust anyone anymore..." I screamed back at him, the storm was getting very heavy.
                          
"And I don't care what, who you don't trust! She is my friend, the only one for that matter." He sneered and moved past me.
                          
"Dipper!" I screamed but had no answer.
                          
I've never gotten into an argument with Dipper. 
                          
This shouldn't matter. 
                          
Right? 
                          
-
                          
I woke up to the sound of an alarm, and turned to see a clock reading "6:00AM." 
                          
I groaned and walked over to take a shower. Dipper wasn't in the room, I think he slept on the couch. He was that mad?
                          
I got out, blow dried my hair, and got dressed. I didn't know what to do. He was my only friend; wait! I have Naomi. I turned around to see a cup of coffee. "Dipper made a cup of coffee and left it here...? Wait... It's from Starbucks." I mumbled picking it up. I turned it around and my eyes widened to see a red lipstick stain and 'Wendy'  written on it.