Within a few days, the Mystery Shack was ready to party. The people around town were excited for the event—everyone living in Gravity Falls seemed to be going. Somehow, Wendy's desperate need for help had turned into this.

Dipper hadn't talked to Wendy much while they were preparing. Stan had, though, and Wendy was grateful for that. She hadn't ever relied on Stan for anything personal, until just days before. (Truthfully, it was nice to have him as an adult figure in her life.)

Stan told Wendy that he had a "man to man" chat with Dipper, and that he'd be fine once he sorted things over in his head. Wendy hoped the night of the party would be when that happened. She had a chance to really have fun, and that called for having her friend back.

"Welcome people of Gravity Falls!" Of course, Soos was deejaying the party. "Who's ready to party hardy?" People on the dance floor cheered.

Thankfully, since Stan knew Wendy planned to talk to Dipper, he hired people to run the ticket stand. It was a nice change to have Stan doing something kind and helpful, but... Wendy looked at the window where people were lining up behind the booth, and began to fill up with sad feelings.

"Hey-y-y! Wendy!" Wendy turned to see her group of friends all dressed up and ready to party.

She put on her most optimistic face. "Hey guys! Is this party great or what?"

Her friends all said it was great. "Who thought of it?" Tambry asked.

"Well, me, of course. Who else could make such an awesome party happen?" Wendy's friends applauded her for the party, and sucked her into their friend group. For a while, Wendy was having fun hanging out with them. But the whole time, the thing she had to give to Dipper was nagging at her in the back of her mind.

After the end of one of Wendy's favorite songs, she said she had to use the bathroom and bolted. She spent a solid five minutes just trying to find her way through the crowd before making it into the living room. From there, she went into the gift shop and got just what she needed from under the desk.

Wendy looked up at the ladder to the roof. She knew Dipper was up there. She didn't want to disturb him, but proceeded up the ladder anyways.

He could still be mad at me, Wendy thought. Then what? I would prefer not to throw myself into the Bottomless Pit anytime soon.

Outside, the air was brisk and chilly. Wendy was pretty warm from all the dancing she had done. She would soon get cold in what she was wearing; a sleeveless green dress that stopped just above her knees, and her regular muddy boots (although she cleaned them a little, even though they would just become dirty again within a week).

She stepped forward continually until she saw Dipper sitting alone, drinking a Pitt Cola. "Hey." Wendy walked down the until she was at his side, and sat.

"You having fun?" Dipper asked, not looking at her.

"I thought you weren't talking to me," Wendy commented.

"Well," Dipper told her, "I guess I just changed my mind."

Wendy said, "To answer your question: except for the fact that my best friend is sad and sitting alone on a roof, yes, I'm having fun."

She could see her friend's eyes twinkling and the beginning of a smile forming. "Well, I'm still really sad about the journal thing. I've been thinking of ways to try and fix it, but I can't find anything. I just..." Dipper sighed. "Stan talked to me, and... I know I don't need the journal. I just wrote some stuff in it that I don't even remember... I guess the journal meant a lot to me."

"That's understandable."

"Soda?" Dipper held a full can out for Wendy, and she took it. He isn't mad. Wendy became super relieved.

Aside from the sound of crickets and the two drinking their peach sodas, the night was silent.

Wendy didn't really know what to say to Dipper, so she started with something that would get his attention. "Stan knows that we know about the portal."

"Wait, what?!"

"Yeah, I, uh, told him. I had to, Dip. Look, I know you're probably still really mad at me, but I tried so hard to fix things. Once Bill knocked you out, he started messing with me, and tried to make me feel bad, and it worked. I wanted to explain this to you before. I mean... Dipper... I was literally in tears when I burned Journal 3. I get if you don't forgive me for that, because it meant a lot to you. But I have something that could help..."

Wendy took what she had out of her jacket, and Dipper gasped when it was placed in his hands. "Is this what I think...?"

"Well, kind of," Wendy said, smiling a bit. "I asked Stan if he had anything to help me out. I guess he made a copy of the journal when he took it from you that one time." The first part of that was untrue—Stan had voluntarily given Wendy the copy of Journal 3, but told Wendy to never mention that either.

"It has everything you wrote from the first half of the summer, and I guess it still works with the black light, too. And Stan said you can keep this one; he trusts you'll use it for the right things."

Dipper looked so happy at that moment, Wendy thought he might explode. He ran his thumb over the hand on the cover before turning to Wendy. He set the journal down in his lap and hugged her tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

Wendy put her arms around her friend. "Hey, anything for you."

"I'm sorry I was being really distant the past few days." Finally, Dipper looked Wendy in the eyes. "I shouldn't have even been mad at you, considering you saved my life. I forgive you for everything."

"That is so relieving to hear."

Dipper laughed. He opened the journal and began searching the pages. Wendy had looked through it a few times before she had given it to Dipper, and it was exactly like the original. "This is awesome... " He closed the journal and looked at Wendy. "Hey, by the way... You look really nice right now."

Wendy shoved him playfully with a small smile curling up from the edges of her lips. "Shut up."

"Man," Dipper sighed. "Does Bill know about this journal?"

Wendy shook her head. "Stan says he doesn't. Maybe, eventually he will, when the portal is finished and it doesn't matter anymore." She smiled. "Come on, don't think about the bad stuff right now, dude. There's a party going on downstairs. Parties are a fun thing."

"Then we should go down there and have fun," Dipper suggested. He stood up, then paused in his tracks. "Wendy?"

"Mhmm?"

"I've been meaning to... to uh, ask you if you..." Wendy looked at Dipper expectantly, smiling even wider than before. "Wendy, come dance with me," Dipper said, giving up, small laughs escaping from his mouth. He held the journal in one hand and the other was stretched out towards Wendy.

About a week ago, Wendy had been scared of the summer ending. She was stressed and wasn't sure of what was going on. Now she was sure things were beginning to really start.

Wendy took Dipper's hand in hers. She stood. "You know what?" she said. "I think I just might like that."