It was official.

Dipper couldn't get the idea of being in love with Wirt out of his head. It had became one slight obsession. As you must agree with me, the boy was always quite good at finding himself new things to obsess over, and usually, he was never glad with the answers he would get.

What if he was, in fact, falling in love with his best friend? What if Mabel was right? What if the sudden acknowledgment of those facts would change their friendship?

No, he wasn't in love with Wirt. He couldn't be in love with Wirt. He had never fallen in love with someone like Wirt.

Of all the people Dipper had ever fallen in love with, Wirt was the only one who seemingly matched with him.

He shook his head, trying to pay attention to the History Channel documentary, something about the Maias and Aliens.

Was he already stating he was in love with his best friend? God, what if he was? He knew exactly how that story would end. It would have the same gran finale as it always did, just as every single time he had fallen with a friend.

He would remain just a friend.

Were they just friends, after all? They were. They didn't do anything differently from other group of friends. 

Did friends care for each other as much as they did? Or did they spend entire rainy afternoons with each other, on the couch, with pajamas on, cup of coffee in hand, watching X-File? Were they just friends, for real? Why was that question so terrible? 

He shook his head once again. No. He wasn't in love with Wirt, and that was something he should keep out of his mind, for his own sake. 

Maybe Maias and Aliens could wait a little, actually. Dipper didn't have the time to think about what type of interaction those two kinds probably ever had, he had to figure something far more important out. 

Was, or wasn't he in love? 

The answer seemed so obvious, but still, he had to dig deep inside his heart, and soul to find it. It was just as entering a dark room, with no light, while attempting to reach something you didn't know exactly why. 

God, was it really supposed to be so hard? To discover one simple thing? Perhaps, it wasn't that simple. Although, it used to be before. 

All other times Dipper had fallen in love, it was clear. He could notice he was in love all the time he was around them. He would feel his heart skipping many beats, hear his heart play a drum solo, feel the so-known butterflies in his stomach, as his legs would melt, and he would just find himself so vulnerable, and helpless. 

But, he didn't feel any of those things when he was near Wirt. 

Being with Wirt was much more complicated to be explained, it wasn't known, it wasn't obvious, it wasn't as every interaction he ever had in his entire life, it was simply much different. It was something beyond understandment. 

Whenever he was around that boy, he would feel his legs, he would hear his heart beating normally, he wouldn't feel vulnerable, or weak, or bad. He wouldn't feel the butterflies in his stomach. No, he wouldn't feel as if that person would never even look at him the same way. 

Whenever he was around that boy, he felt as a better version of who he was. It was when he could say what he wanted, say what he was truly thinking, whatever it was. He could do what he wanted. He could laugh like a maniac, or cry like a tiny little baby. And he wouldn't feel ashamed about it. He could talk about all the crazy theories, without getting the feeling someone would be thinking he was insane. He could do whatever he wished, without being judged, or feeling insecure about it. 

Whenever he was around that boy, he felt as if he could dance as if he was by himself. Or sing the way he did in the showers. He could wear pajamas all the time, and don't get any weird look. He didn't have to brush his hair, or look socially acceptable, because Wirt just didn't care about that. 

Dipper sighed, staring at the ceiling. 

Wirt was the place he finally felt at home. Where he would finally feel free to be whoever he was. Where he was safe, and felt safe. 

Wherever Wirt was, was the place he would feel comfortable. Was it in his apartment, at a mall, at a supermarket, or at a cinema. If Wirt was there, then the other people didn't matter, nor whatever was crossing their minds. It was irrelevant, because when with Wirt, nothing could possibly make him feel bad, or insecure in the slightest. 

The realization should've caught him by surprise, but it didn't. It just walked into the spotlight, leaving no doubts behind, and making him see what was so beyond understandment. 

Yes. 

He had fallen in love with Wirt, and he couldn't feel any other way about it. 

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I have been waiting to write this chapter in forever, and I'm so glad I did! It's cute, and adorable. I love, with all my soul, writing feelings, (and violence, but that's a story for another day, let's leave that behind, shall we). What do you think of this chapter? Did you like it? Vote, and comment to let me know!! 

Btw, this was published at exact midnight, according to the brazilian timezone. Which means, it's already March, the 19th, and it's my birthday!!! I'm fifteen now!!!! 

Hope you enjoyed <3