Just like any other weekend you found yourself at Dipper’s house for another sleepover, a tradition the two of you had kept up since you were toddlers. Almost every weekend was spent at each other’s houses, and this time, you were at Dipper’s, curled up on his bed with a stuffed animal nestled in your arms laying just an arm’s length away from him.

Normally, Dipper was the first to fall asleep, but tonight he was wide awake, his cat Biscuit curled against his chest. He absentmindedly scratched under the cat’s chin, listening to the soft purrs that filled the room while the dim glow of his phone illuminated his face. The quiet murmuring of voices stirred you from your sleep, a soft yawn escaping as you rolled over, blinking in the dark to see Dipper lying with his back to you, the blue light of his phone screen flickering in the otherwise pitch-black room.

“So pretty…” you heard him mumble under his breath, his voice low and almost dreamlike. His thumb continued to scroll through whatever had captured his attention, and, curious, you leaned in slightly, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the brightness of the screen.

Dipper wasn’t just scrolling through random pictures—he was looking at pictures of you. Some were snapshots of the two of you together, others were selfies you had taken, and a few he had obviously saved from your Instagram. A quiet rush of surprise settled over you as you realized how many of them he had stored away.

“That’s my future girlfriend, Biscuit.” Dipper whispered to his cat, his voice soft and affectionate, as though he were confessing a secret. The reflection of his eyes in the screen, wide and focused, made it clear—he was completely smitten.