Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls, nor any of its characters, besides my OC.
~Dipper's POV~
It was the night after the party at the Northwest Mansion, and Mabel and I were finally relaxing in the living room at the Mystery Shack.
"One crazy night, huh, bro-bro?" Mabel asked, lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
"Heh, pretty crazy. Even without the whole, you know, getting turned to wood thing," I replied, my mind wandering as it usually does at around midnight.
"Wasn't it worth Candy, Grenda and I persuading you to go? Wasn't it?" Mabel asked assertively.
"I have to agree with you, it was better than I expected. So how'd it go with that Marcus von Whatshisface?" I asked. The three girls had been crazy over rich boys, and this one Austrian guy was their primary focus.
"Marius. His name was Marius, Dipper," said Mabel as if I knew it my entire life. "He ended up liking Grenda's 'boldness', so those two are happy, and we're happy for her. And on the topic, what's going on with you and Pacifica? You two were with each other all night. Anything happen?" Mabel inquired.
"Eh, not really," I said, the twenty dollar bill she gave me burning in my pocket. I knew I shouldn't tell anyone about something Pacifica told me not to tell. Wait, since when do you care what Pacifica thinks? She's just another link in the world's worst chain, isn't she? I told my mind to shut up, that it was too late at night to think clearly.
"Dipper… I know that face. You're hiding something, and I want to know what it is!" Mabel demanded.
"Well, the thing is-" A loud knocking on the front door stopped me mid sentence.
"It's your turn!" We said in unison.
"Rock paper scissors!" Mabel decided. I quickly agreed. "Rock, paper, scissors, WADDLES!" She shouted, shoving her pig in my face.
"Well, can't argue with that logic," I said, walking to the door in my tuxedo from the Northwests. I noticed that it was also pouring down rain.
I opened it to a boy my age, or slightly older, in a blue hoodie and tan shorts. "Uh, is this the Pines residence?" His voice was deeper than mine, despite being the same age.
"Um, yeah, why? And who are you?" I replied.
"I, uh, I'm a traveler, and I need somewhere to stay for… a while. The hotel in town was full, and they said this 'Mystery Shack' may have somewhere to stay," the guy said, sounding unsure of himself.
"Uh, come on in then. In the hotel's defense, they only have four rooms. That's what happens here in Gravity Falls," I said. I just wonder why the hotel would direct him here of all places.
I welcomed him in, and brought him into the living room with Mabel and I. "Uh, Dipper, who's this?" Mabel asked.
"Allow me to introduce myself officially. I'm Jacob Oakley. My family, uh, kicked me out a few months back, and I've been on my own since then. I somehow made my way here, and I had something I needed to discuss with you two, being the 'Mystery Twins' and all," Jacob said. He unzipped his backpack and held up the recent newspaper of myself fighting the giant vampire bat. He pulled down the hood of his hoodie, and he had short hair the exact same color as Pacifica's. Dang it, Dipper, you couldn't have related it to her?
As he did, I heard Mabel draw in her breath. Sadly, I felt that there was a new summer romance beginning in her mind.
"Well, Jacob, you came to the right place. The Mystery Twins are at your service." I took a nerdy bow, while Mabel fired her grappling hook at a nearby can of soda, knocking it into the wall. Jacob grinned.
"That'll be a great help. But also, I need a place to stay, and I have no knowledge on how long I'll be here," Jacob said.
"That's fine, you can stay here with us!" Mabel exclaimed. "You can stay here as long as you want, Jacob."
"What's with all the exclaiming and clanging?" Grunkle Stan came walking in, scratching his rear. "Oh, who's your friend?"
"Grunkle Stan, meet Jacob. Jacob, meet Grunkle Stan. He'll be your host for your stay here," Mabel said quickly and excitedly.
"Whoa whoa whoa, I never approved of anyone staying here, first I need to ask him some questions." He walked over to Jacob, grabbed his shoulders, and said, "Are you with the cops?"
"No."
"Are you with the government?"
"No."
"Are you with the tax people?"
"No."
"Then feel free to stay here as long as you want. Just don't touch the merchandise, unless you're buying it," Grunkle Stan said, releasing Jacob and walking back upstairs.
"Well that went well," I said. Mabel and Jacob both nodded. "Jacob if you're fine with it, you can sleep in the floor in the attic with us. There's plenty of room up there."
"Alright, I have my own sleeping bag, so the floor'll be great. Thanks again, guys," Jacob said. I suddenly became skeptical. He only had his backpack with him, yet he claimed to have a sleeping bag as well.
"C'mon Jacob, let's go up to our room. C'mon Dipper let's go make Jacob feel welcome!" Mabel said excitedly, practically dragging Jacob upstairs. Waddles followed behind the two, trying to climb into Jacob's backpack, which dragged on the ground open.
I grabbed my bag with my clothes and Journal 3 in it, and followed behind them. By the time I made it to our room, Jacob already had his sleeping bag rolled out on the floor in between our beds. He also had a suitcase sitting nearby. He only had his backpack before though.
Mabel was sitting on her bed nervously brushing her hair while staring at Jacob, with an insane smile on her face. I realize that however long Jacob was staying would be a very long time, with Mabel being like this constantly.
I went to the bathroom to go change into my t-shirt and shorts. I looked at the man in the mirror who looked nothing like myself. No pine tree hat, no vest, no t-shirt, and no shorts. Instead, a tuxedo, with a bow tie that I never would've been able to tie myself. Pacifica worked miracles with a few articles of clothing.
As I returned to the attic, Mabel was sitting across from Jacob on her bed, looking deep in conversation. I smiled. I was glad that she could find someone who tolerated her madness.
Upon my entry, Mabel said to me excitedly, "Dipper! Jacob speaks French!" I was surprised. This guy who showed up in the rain with only a backpack was turning out to be skillful. "Come on, Jacob, show him!"
"Bonjour, Mabel," Jacob said. I scoffed. I could say that.
"Bonjour, Jacob," Mabel replied trying to imitate the way his voice sounded in French.
"Vous avez de très beaux yeux," Jacob said to Mabel. She froze immediately.
"I have absolutely no idea what you just said," she told him.
"It means, 'you have very beautiful eyes,'" Jacob explained to Mabel, her immediately blushing.
"Oh, why thank you, Jacob," Mabel said. She was obviously enjoying having a guy flirt with her for a change.
"Uh, so Jacob, where'd you get the suitcase from?" I asked. His eyes shifted nervously from me, to the suitcase, to Mabel, and back.
"Uh, that's part of what I need your help with. But, it would be better to speak of it in broad daylight tomorrow. Midnight's… not a great time to discuss stuff," Jacob explained. I was still skeptical.
"The bathroom's open, Jacob, if you need to use it. I need to talk to my brother for a moment," Mabel suggested. Jacob accepted her offer, and as he walked away, her expression took an angry turn.
She walked across the room and sat beside me on my bed. "Dip, please don't scare him off. Jacob's a good guy, I know it! Besides, he's into me, Dipper. Can't you let me have the pleasure of having someone return the affection, for once?" Mabel was staring into my eyes and, it felt like, my soul.
"Yeah, Mabel," I said. "I'm not trying to pry you two away from each other, but I just am suspicious of him. I mean, he shows up out of nowhere, makes traveling items appear out of nowhere, and we're in Gravity Falls, Mabel. Strange things happen here!"
"Yes, and stranger things have happened. We can be the Mystery Twins later. For now, let's be friendly and get along. Deal?" Mabel said, extending her hand.
I sighed. "Deal…"
"Yay!" Mabel exclaimed as she bounced back across the room. Jacob came back out of the bathroom, laughing at the sight of Mabel.
"So, I'm gonna try to get some rest. I don't know about you guys, but it's been a long day for me. Goodnight," Jacob said, laying down in his sleeping bag.
"Oh, the length of it was insane. I need a good rest as well. Goodnight man, goodnight Mabel," I said, turning over on my side. I reached under my pillow, and felt Journal 3 three there, as well as a twenty dollar bill from Pacifi- dang it, Dipper! Really?! Now you'll be awake all night thinking about her! I again scolded myself mentally.
"Night guys!" Mabel said happily. Waddles snorted a farewell as he curled up beside Mabel.
Our eyes hadn't been closed for a minute when there was a THUD from the window. The three of us all looked at each other, then I got up to see what it was. I opened the triangular window, and stuck my head out, when a rock sailed through over my left shoulder.
Mabel jumped out of bed and picked the rock up. "Ooh! There's a note wrapped around it!" She unwrapped the note, and read aloud, "Dipper Pines please answer the front door. From P."
"P?" I asked. I knew no one who went by P. I looked towards the other two for advice, and they both shrugged. "I guess I'll go then." I grabbed a golf club laying in the floor, and crept down the stairs.
I saw no sign of Grunkle Stan, so he must've been asleep. I made it to the front door, and opened it slowly. Someone with a brown coat and a gray hat was waiting outside, wearing sunglasses despite being midnight and pouring down rain.
"Dipper I'm so glad you answered," they said.
"Um, who are you, exactly? And what do you want at midnight?" I asked.
The visitor took off their sunglasses. "Dipper, my parents disowned me. I have no money and no place to stay."
I was staring into the face of Pacifica Elise Northwest.
