A quick synopsis of when and who is in the story. This takes place before the rescue of Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines still assumes the prior's identity. Grunkle Stan begins struggling with his mind, wondering whether what he's dreaming is real or a figment of his imagination. A character of my design, Jean Elyse Taillor, arrives in the sleepy little town of Gravity Falls. Some OOC, Rated T for possible language and overall content. Lets see where this thing goes.
It started out like a dream for Stanley Pines. Late nights a young vixen of a woman would come visit his bed, wrapping her arms around his buff chest as he tangled her in his brazen muscles. He could hear her whisper his name into his good ear, while feeling the letters of her slip past his lips; but never could he know who she was. Every morning he'd wake up and look next to his bed and sigh, "Empty..." before rolling out to make a pot of coffee.
The kids watched him carefully on mornings like these, noticing their Grunkle seemed much grumpier than usual.
"G-Grunkle Stan! Do you think we could go into town today?" Dipper asked hopefully. He had deciphered another passage of the journal and was hoping to go investigate some possible leads.
"Eh-Whyda I gotta take you two in? Go call Wendy, she'll give you a ride."
But the kids persisted, "No really Grunkle Stan! Don't you want to go get breakfast at the diner? Maybe pay a visit to Lazy Susan?" Mabel smiled, hoping some of her pestering would get Stan out of his funk.
He rolled his eyes at the two, "Ok...Ok, let me go get dressed first."
Dipper and Mabel had paled in the face as Soos walked in for his opening shift, "Hey dudes, why so pale? You look like you just seen a ghost."
"CLOTHES?" the twins screamed, lunging at Soos. Mabel shook the big guy by the collar, "DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS?"
Soos stared with his bucktooth grin, mouth wide as if he was collecting data..."Weeeeee...Don't..Have to be naked?"
"NO!" the kids yelled again as three of them wrestled each other in the midst of panic and confusion. Stan appeared in front of them, straight face and apathetic. He was still inside his head dreaming of the pale skinned mystery.
Two eggs over easy, a stack of pancakes later...
"Lazy Susan has her eye on you today Grunkle Stan!" Mabel teased.
"She's only got one good eye, she's got it on everyone!" her Grunkle gruffed. Dipper had long disappeared since entering town, following signs of strange activity at the local cemetery. Mabel had taken it upon herself to see what was making her uncle tick, and she had a sixth sense of knowing if it was about a girl. "Lazy Susan not doing it for you anymore Grunkle Stan?" the old man had to laugh, the kid was definitely trying to peruse his mind.
"Why, ya think ya know something?" Mabel shook her head, "You just seem preoccupied the last week or so." She had him there, "What if I told you I was seeing someone?" Stan provoked his gullible niece. "You-" she had to take a gasp, "YOU'RE SEEING SOMEONE?! Oh my God who is it who is it?" Stan laughed, "No one you know...I don't even know her..."
Mabel seemed to be profoundly confused, so Stan shook it off. "Don't worry about it." He got up from the table, ignoring the check as he began to walk the narrow diner trailer corridor. His eyes unconsciously scanned the booths as people sunk into their leathered seats, all enjoying a breakfast with someone special. He was just about to make it to the door until his eyes set upon a stranger he had never seen. In the first booth a young woman, very pale, was alone nursing a black cup of coffee. Susan hovered her table, annoyed with her, "Look refills might be free but if you're here for another hour ya gotta order somethin'." An unknown force brought his clownish feet closer until finally he somehow found himself sitting across from her, looking up at Susan's good eye. "Whatever she gets is on me," he pushed a $100 forward, "that'll cover her and uh..me." Mabel aggressively watched from the back booth, peeping her nose over the top of the seat, fascinated by the uncommon generosity of her Grunkle.
"You're very kind." The mystery woman smiled, "I'm sorry to have troubled you." Stan began to blush, "N-No trouble, no need to thank me! That's just the kind of man I am!" a 'pfft!' could be heard from a distance. "My name is Stanford, Stanford Pines" he held his large age spotted hand, she slipped her long delicate fingers into his cusp, "Jean Elyse Taillor, but please call me Jet." "Jet huh? So what brings ya hear?" Her pouty pink lips stretched into a somewhat contorted grin. "I've been traveling for a while now, and thought it was time to head back out West." "Really now? Travelled from where?" Jean seemed rather reluctant to reveal such information, "Well I'm from New Jersey." Five words straight into Stan's heart, "I'm from Jersey! GlassShard Beach, born and raised!" "Really?! I come from Elizabeth!"
If you are from New Jersey, then you would know when two Jersians meet outside their home state, they immediately become bro's. Bonding over non-westcoast imports like Taylor Ham and good bagels.
Jean went on, hours had passed and their table had piled high with glasses and plates. They talked about everything under the sun, from jobs to scandals. Nothing was off limits. The two strangers seemed to waste the day away. Stan smiled, it gave him a feeling he hadn't felt in a while, honest attraction. At least on his end. He wondered if someone as young as Jean could even fathom that he was something more to look at instead of a withered sack of skin.
Her grey blue eyes seemed to look over him every once in a while, as if she were double-checking him...his age...something. Stan couldn't quite put his finger on it. His eyes dropped to the face of his watch, and the back over his shoulder in search for his nieces peeping eyes. Instead he caught her collapsed asleep within the plush booth. "I better get that kid home" he pointed behind him with his bulbous thumb. A long sigh escaped him as he got up from his seat, but not before he felt the squeeze of his palm, the cool hands of a Miss Taillor. "Is that your granddaughter?" she asked, but Stan shook his head, "No my niece. I never had any kids."
Carrying Mabel out, Stan found Dipper half chewed up in the back of his banged up ol' car. "Seems like everybody had an exciting day" Jean spoke softly, watching Stan slip Mabel into the back before buckling both Pine's children up. "You've made me like I was home again today Stan" she out stretched her hand to him to shake, but instead his instinct took over. Taking her cool finger tips he pressed them to his lips, "I should say the same." A long drawn silence stood between them, neither party wanting to say goodbye. Stan rambled, stumbling over what words to say to this enigma of a woman, but instead she took his hand and pressed a pen into his palm. "Could I have your number? It'd be great to have someone show me around while I'm here."
Mabel groggily awoke to Stan, peering through a half closed eye she watched him hurriedly scribbling numbers into the strangers hand.
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For the next few days Stan hardly left the shack, pacing by the telephone wondering if Jean would ever call. Constantly he fought himself on this 'Why would she want to call you, you washed up buzzard?' 'No no no, she asked you remember? She'll call giver a couple days!' 'What if she does call? What are you a male cougar?'
But staff and family looked on bemused and worried as to why their leader was in such a state. All except Mabel that is, who kept a smiley tight lip.
"C'mon Mabel, ya gotta tell us man." Wendy goaded her, Soos and Dipper closing in on the little sweltered girl. "Ok, ok! But you gotta keep it quiet...I saw."
"Yes?" The others spoke in unison.
"Grunkle Stan."
"Yes?"
"Give..."
"GET ON WITH IT, I CAN'T TAKE THE ANXIETY!" Soos lifted Mabel high in the air, shaking the pour child for answers.
"ISAWGRUNKLESTANANDALADYTRADEPHONENUMBERS!"
"Wha-?"
"Grunkle Stan gave the woman at the diner his number!" Mabel heaved for air. Her friends now excited and confused from this turn of events. But Dipper casually shook it off, "Oh Mabel, you know Grunkle Stan's luck with women...Not to mention his taste, yikes..." "No Dipper, I really mean it. It was a pretty young lady!"
"Why would any young person go for Stan, Mabel? I mean...Look at him" The group stared on to the back of the shack and through the house, where Stan stood in his guinea tee and boxers-Watching the phone like a dog does to a piece of a meat. Willing the phone to ring.
A momentary beat, the phone rung to life.
Clumsily Stan juggled to answer the phone, "H-H-Hello, Pines residence!" Quickly the gang jumped to the other line to listen in. On the other line a short laugh could be heard, a low female voice on the other end. "Hey Stan! It's Jet, did I catch you at a bad time?" "No, No! Just managing the shop." He paced, the coiled wire following his every step. His employees huddled around with bated breath to watch this painful call unfold. "What about you! Is this a bad time?" "I called you Stanley." She laughed before biting her tongue shit.... Dipper whispered to Mabel, "His name's Stanford" he rolled his eyes. "I was calling to ask if you were free today? I'd love to see you again." Stan had to grab his chest to keep his heart from missing a beat. Because at his age that could kill 'em.
