@spectrator
Short fingers tugged at sleeve hems, bright yet anxious eyes darted toward the sole path through the park that led to this spot. For a short moment, Dipper wonders if he shouldn’t make contact with the text conversation pulled up on his phone’s screen. This was definitely the time, definitely the place. Dipper had checked hundreds of times. He’d confirmed it with the other boy dozens more.
So why hadn’t Norman shown up yet?
Dipper chews his bottom lip, looks to his truth-serum-dosed bottle of soda, looks back to his phone. No new messages. But... Norman had to come. He wouldn’t just stand Dipper up, would he? No, this was his idea in the first place. But still... what if he did?
He didn’t want to think about it.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.