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Dipper Pines was perfectly happy in his current position. Face buried in his boyfriend's chest, long fingers tangled sleepily in his curly hair. Wirt was still asleep beneath him, and Dipper wasn't planning on disturbing the calm morning.
Mabel had other ideas.
"Wake up sleepy heads!" She tore into the attic bedroom, Greg on her back in a piggy ride. "Paz has been outside honking for the last 5 minutes and she's getting really impatient!"
"Mabel shhh Wirt is still asleep." Dipper scolded her, really just looking to provide an excuse not to get up.
"Won't be for long!" Mabel replied, setting Greg down at the foot of the bed and giving him an approving nod. The young boy crawled up the bed and gently pushed Dipper away with his pudgy fingers. Then he started poking Wirt.
"Come on, Pillow Pilgrim! It's time to get up! We're going to the beach this week, remember?"
Wirt slowly came to and quickly rolled over, burying his face in the pillow and displacing Greg.
"Ugh, you two are useless!" Mabel groaned. "You guys can have five more minutes to get ready, and then I'm wrapping you up and chucking you into the ocean." She threatened as she picked Greg back up. "Come on, Greg. We're going to eat pancakes with Paz."
Dipper was more awake now, knowing that his sister's threat wasn't a loose one.
"Okay Wirt, you gotta get up."
Wirt groaned.
"Wirt, please? You were so excited last night, and I know you hate mornings but just think of how nice the beach will be once we get there."
Wirt rolled over and faced his boyfriend through tired eyes. Grumpy, baggy eyes.
"Will you carry me down there?" He whined, giving Dipper his best puppy eyes.
"No. You know I'm not strong enough to carry you!"
"Then I guess I'm staying here." Wirt replied stubbornly.
"Ugh. What do I have to say to get you to get up?" Dipper asked, frustrated but slightly smiling at Wirt's cute bed head and morning voice.
"Say you'll carry me"
"No"
"Then I'm staying"
"Wirt please just get up"
"But it's cold without the blankets"
"It's 80 degrees"
"You can get back in bed with me"
"Wirt, no. We have to get up."
"Do we? What's so great about the beach, anyway?"
Dipper thought for a moment. Wirt wasn't really a fan of the water, and the sand wasn't his favorite thing either. Then Dipper smirked, leaning closer to his boyfriend, just enough to whisper in his ear.
"You'll get to see me in a swimsuit." She playfully sang before standing up and walking downstairs to the kitchen.
Wirt was out of bed and following him within seconds.