A/N: THANK YOU FOXIE28 for voting on the last chapter!

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The bus rolled up to Dipper and Mabels hometown of Piedmont, right next to the sign telling them that they were there.

Like Dipper needed a reminder of that.

Dipper shook Mabel awake, she rubbed her eyes looking confused, "Grunkle Stan! Can I have my muffin back now?" she asked still half asleep. As Mabel came back to the land of the living her face fell, "Oh." She said simply and stood up grabbing her bags.

Dipper grabbed his bag, and the paper Wendy had given him, adjusted the trapper hat, also from Wendy and took a step forward.

The hot air of California hit them in the faces full on. It was a miserable, muggy evening.

Their parents were waiting in the car next to the bus stop. As soon as his father and mother saw them they leaped out of the car and swarmed to them like angry hornets.

"Kids! You're here!" His Dad exclaimed loudly startling a few crows who had been picking at an old moldy sandwich. He swung Mabel around in the air while Waddles watched from the ground. Dipper was thankful that his parents hadn't noticed the pig yet.

"Honey you've gotten so big and mature!" His Mother wrapped her arms around him. Dipper hadn't realized how homesick he'd really had been until he was hugging his mom.

*TIME SKIP*

Dipper lay in his bed facing the ceiling looking at all the pictures of things he liked when he was still 12. Pictures of video games, movie logos, cool stunt doubles, they didn't seem as epic anymore. A sound came from the window and Dipper jumped out of bed ready for a fight. His eyes were wild roving around the half open window searching for the telltale yellow radiance of Bill.

"Calm down silly, it's only me." A head full of blonde curls popped into the room and Dipper sighed in relief. It was only his old friend Tyrone. "Why you so uptight man? Chill out."

Tyrone had been Dipper's best friend since 3rd grade. Well maybe his only true friend other than Mabel. He was about a year older than Dipper and looked it too. Tyrone was tall, good looking, and had the perfect chill surfer dude personality that girl's would faint over.

Dipper untensed and rubbed his neck sheepishly, he realized he must have looked really foolish getting ready to fight the older boy. "Sorry Tyrone I'm- I-" Dipper stammered unable to explain himself.

Tyrone shrugged indicating he didn't care and plopped onto Dipper's bed and grabbed Wendy's cap. "Cool hat dude. Where'd you get it?"

"Umm, I made a few friends in Oregon. Her name was Wendy and we traded hats at the end of the summer to like remember each other by."

"Mhmm. Legit man." He nodded still examining the hat. "What's this?"

Dipper leaned over and looked at the small tag in Wendy's hat that Tyrone was pointing at. Something small was written on it.

Tyrone grabbed a small plastic magnifying glass from one of his drawers on his desk and looked through it at the tag. "I think it's some numbers!"

"Like a phone number?" I mentally crossed my fingers.

"Yah I think so." He looked up at me and saw the maniacal grin that had fallen over my face. "Man are you ok?"

I grabbed the hat from him and looked at the other side of the tag, my grin grew even larger. It read: "Call me when you get back home."

"Tyrone look at this!" I shoved the trapper cap at him. He looked.

"Whoa there! This chick must really be into you. What did you say her name was again?"

"Wendy." Tyrone started trying to talk to me again but I  just ran out of the room trying to get to the phone as fast as possible.

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A/N: if you didn't get that the reason Dipper always wanted to be called Tyrone was because he was always a little jealous of his friend also he wanted the paper copy of himself to be called it because he missed him.