Dipper POV
There she was, beautiful in her bikini, orange hair flowing around her shoulders, almost dry, but not quite. We had just gone for a swim at the Gravity Falls public pool, Wendy and I. But the weird thing was, no one else was there. She smiled.
"Now," she said. "For that kiss you know you want." Then she leaned down, closer and closer. I closed my eyes, breathing in her sweet smell. But then the smell changed. Now it smelled like old socks and sweat. I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with a pink, scaly, nose.
"Dipper! Clean the toilet!" the mouth below the nose yelled, bits of spit flying onto my face.
"Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!" I groaned, shoving Stan's face away from mine. But the smell didn't get any better. It changed, but didn't get better. Now it smelled like sparkles and sprinkles and old cake. Basically Mabel. But don't ask me how I could smell the sparkles, I just could.
"Fine." I grumbled, throwing the covers off and sliding to the floor. "I'll go clean the toilet." And grabbing the plunger and brush from him, I shuffled down to the bathroom. Why did Stan have to ruin everything? It was such a good dream, i could still smell Wendy.
After cleaning the toilet, a.k.a the void of grossness, I went down to the kitchen for my breakfast of scrambled meat. Mabel and Waddles were already down there, inspecting the meal.
"So, you had to clean the toilet? Should I call it the void of grossness anymore? Did you clean everything? And I mean everything." she said at her usual hundred miles per hour pace. I ignored her.
" How's the meat?" I asked instead. She put her thumbs up as she chomped down on the fork. She swallowed, then gagged.
"Thumbs down! THUMBS DOWN!" she yelled. I shrugged and took a bite, Mabel coughing the whole time. Yep. Definitely thumbs down. I pushed the plate away as Stan came in.
"How did ya like my scrambled meat? Made it just for you guys." He smiled proudly. I put my head on the table while Mabel attempted to smile and nod, still trying to swallow her second bite. Stan came over and swatted the back of my head.
"Sit up, Dipper. We have a guest coming." He said.
"What? A guest?" I looked up in interest. Stan nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could there was a knock at the door.
"There she is!" He jumped up and ran to the door. I wondered who this guest was, someone who could make Stan so excited. Mabel and I followed him to the door. When he opened it, there was a teenage girl there, about Wendy's age, and she was wearing a blue T-shirt with a peace sign on it and neon yellow skinny jeans. But the thing that really got my attention was her hair. It was dyed the colors of the rainbow,( red on top, purple on the bottom) and was in a very long braid down her back. Mabel was already stroking it with her big, sparkly eyes plastered on her face. The girl smiled nervously.
"Mabel!" Stan swatted at her hands with a rolled up news paper. "Cut that out!"
She walked back to stand next to me. "But it's just so colorful..." She mumbled.
"Kids," Stan announced. "This is your cousin, Melissa."
Mabel and I blinked at the same time. Our cousin?