Disclaimer: I own Elaine and Gail. Gravity Falls belongs to Alex Hirsch. Be wary, this will have spoilers for Gravity's Fallen Angel. Any present tense is because of online journal entries. When actual speaking appears, it's happening in real life.

"Speaking"

Thinking

Edited: Sept. 2/18

Shooting star: a bright, otherworldly object, usually a rock, soaring across the empty cosmos, lighting up the night sky for everyone.

Mabel Pines: a bright, crazy girl soaring across Gravity Falls, lighting up the town and most objects for all of the town and the fire department to see. Also known as Shooting Star to a certain dream demon. One can blame the zodiac for that nickname.

She had only ever set fire to a few things, to be honest. Microwave, radio, blender, another blender. Then there was the blender after that... she really shouldn't be putting the plastic dinosaurs in there all the time for her Mabel Juice. It gets expensive after a while.

She was a strange girl. She would meow herself to sleep after a nightmare, speaking from personal experience. I had found her doing such after the whole shrinking crystal debacle with Gideon. She can calm easily with a lullaby, and a good dose of nighttime snuggles.

Her stash of sweaters was a mystery I had yet to crack. Where she kept all of this yarn was beyond me. Plus, I never seem to see her knitting said clothing. I can recall that she knitted a new one for every day she was down there, from a past conversation. So then, how come I never see it happening in person? I've even asked Dipper at one point, but even he could not give an exact answer. He was just as confused as I was.

She is sweet, just like the lethal amount of sugar she ingests. She is almost always smiling, and has the most active imagination. Next to me, of course. But most things I imagine would drive most people insane in a matter of minutes.

"Maybe that's why Bill likes me so much." I paused, frowning. I did have a pretty unique mind. It was very beautiful, with its golden memory ponds and sprawling hills. I'd only ever seen it once, sadly, and that was when I came to the decision to remain with the Pines family after Ford's big arrival in Gravity Falls.

But she has her weaknesses, as everyone does. Mabel has a habit of guilt tripping her brother into giving up things he wanted, just so she could get her way. Thankfully, after the Sock Opera... thing... she had stopped acting like that. Well, I wouldn't say she was perfect, but it was an improvement. Finding a letter that came from the demon who apparently wanted to make Dipper's body commit suicide and saying if she would like to join her twin would scare anyone straight, don't you agree?

She also doesn't like it when people call her silly or stupid. Even if Pacifica never truly meant it, as she was constantly being pressured by her family, it still hurt her. She doesn't like being treated as just some little girl. Regardless of her personality, I could see a mature young woman buried underneath all of those sparkly sugarcoated layers.

I once heard her refer to me as her 'summer sister' to Dipper when I was out of the room. Maybe once, or twice. It was a very small occurrence. Still, it's a sweet thing. She reminds me so much of Gail, that I like to imagine she really is. What other normal girl would put up with having a hyper twelve year old destroy your face with make up?

And nails.

Hands AND feet.

… yeah, she has a bruise on her cheek for trying that. Hit her accidentally when she went for the eyes with the mascara.

Mistakes were made.

"Elaine? What are you doing?" I froze, and turned around in my wheeled chair to stare at Dipper in the doorway. He leaned against the frame of the open door, head tilted curiously.

"Uh… typing?" I gestured to my laptop, as if it was obvious. "I thought you were the one who said that I shouldn't be writing in my journal for a while?"

"Well, yeah, I did. But what are you doing?" He must've heard me narrating aloud. I apparently picked up said habit after hanging around him for so long. I didn't know exactly why; it helped keep me from being bored.

"Dipper; online entries." I motioned to the screen again. "I'm writing to my beloved people."

"What people? Wh-who are you even talking to?" He walked over to me, leaving the previously closed door open and leaned over my shoulder to look at the document.

"I thought we made it clear that I like to talk to myself a lot. I dunno, I find that imagining I'm writing to an audience makes it easier to write out my thoughts." Apparently, it's a common trait for this family. "Sort of like I'm writing a story. Ford seemed to do that with the journal, and I did it with my own, so why can't I do that here?" Not gonna lie, I'd seen him do it to with the third journal, and with Ford's as well. I never did read his entries until he gave me permission to though. Once we were certain we had no more secrets to tell each other, he had discussed some of his entries he made over the summer. Sadly, said journal was now lost to us in the Bottomless Pit, so he relied on memory. He still did a pretty good job, even without the exact handwriting.

"I… does Great Uncle Ford even know you've been writing about our summer on here?" Dipper asked, reading a few sentences. "And I thought you wrote about everyone already?"

"What Ford doesn't know won't hurt him, okay? Well... to an extent." Bill's secret was entirely different than me writing about him. Not like I was spilling his life's work out for all the world to see. "And I figured since my journal entries were from the start and middle of the summer, there was much to say now that it's all over. I had a lot more to talk about. Besides, he and Grunkle Stan are still on the boat in the Arctic, remember? How on earth would they find out?"

"I-"

"What are you two doing?" Mabel stood in the entryway, looking around before letting her eyes fall on us. "Another nerd thing?"

"Mabel? Alright, alright, everyone out! That's enough barging in for today." I pushed myself up from my chair, and grabbed Dipper's wrist. Time to go."

"But I-"

"Elaine!" Mabel protested, as Dipper was shoved past her and out into the hall. I didn't shove her out, but guided her away from my door enough to not let it hit her when I closed it.

"No buts! Out, out! You can interrupt me later when I'm finished!"

"Don't slam the door-!" Dipper cried as I shut it, managing to avoid having it slam and echo around the house. Huffing, I walked back to the seat, and cracked my knuckles before typing again. Was it harsh…? Yeah, a little. But I didn't like being interrupted when my thoughts were on the move. Weird though… why didn't Mabel come in sooner?

No privacy, I swear. Thank goodness the Pines had that spare room, or I'd have to bunk with them again. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I can only handle so much Mystery Kids in one sitting.

Anyways, where was I? Ah, yes.

Mabel: sweet, lovable, and practically the best sister-fill-in I've ever had. She'll never truly replace Gail. No one can. But Mabel does a pretty good job at it. Who else would make me sweaters with my favorite images on them, play rounds of karaoke with me, and give me guy advice?

I mean, Dipper certainly can't. We saw what happened with Wendy; but then I was thrown into her spot. Thank goodness I gave him relationship advice before the whole shape shifter thing happened and he told me his feelings. Nothing too awkward happened.

She was more open to my partnership with... him, though. Unlike Dipper, she didn't overly think too much into my deal. Poor Dipper, on the other hand, stressed over it to the point it played a role in him getting possessed by Bill. Shame she never gave up on that name she gave the possessed twin. And… shame she came up with a shipping name for me and her brother not too long before that.

"Dilaine… Mabel, can't you think of anything more clever?" I mused, chuckling at the random names she had decided on. Eh, they could've been worse. Well, at least she doesn't know I was possessed by Bill too. I never want to hear that name I came up with again. Billaine… what the heck was I thinking?

"It's better than Elipper, isn't it?"

"Mabel, OUT!" I shouted at her, seeing her brunette head sticking out from behind the corner of the opened door.

"But I am out. I'm still outside of the room, aren't I?" She asked.

"I blame Bill for teaching me about loop holes, and then for teaching you about them," I deadpanned, smacking myself on the forehead.

I also blame myself for teaching her about the various ships in my world, once I was certain there wouldn't be any harm from doing so. Thank goodness the kids didn't pressure me further on that topic, as I barely had even begun. From a boy who loved mystery novels, to Mabel with her romance stuff, both had enough knowledge to know that shipping got… a little crazy. Stan explaining how babies were made from a male's point of view to Mabel during the body swap incident scarred her from ever speaking about such ideas. Although, it does make great blackmail if her or Dipper mess up or annoy me.

But that's another for Mabel. Now… to figure out who to write about next.

I spotted said brunette in the reflection of my screen, watching me before adding, "I vote Waddles!"

"MABEL! OUT!"

Hey, everyone! This little group of one shots takes place after GFA, as Elaine is residing with Dipper and Mabel. If you've already started reading the main story, you've learned that Elaine has started writing online due to their insistence of stepping away from the journal Bill gave her as a bribe/gift.

And what better way to get out all of her confused and frustrated feelings about everything than write about every person she ever met?

Just a little thing to write in between updates on GFA. Something small, but something to do and get my mind off the impending scariness of university. If there's a certain character you'd like Elaine to talk about, let me know!

Until next time!

Angel