Mabel's POV

From Day 8

I knock on the front door and wait. Calm down Mabel. Take a deep breath. The plan is simple—ask Gideon for the reverse-effects formula and leave. That can't be too hard. Gideon answers the door and beams.

"Well Mabel! What a delight! Please, do come in my sweet!"

I hesitate. Come on Mabel, don't back down now, you can do this! If he asks you on another date: Just. Say. No. I step in. The last time I visited his house—well, actually, he kinda kidnapped me—was when he shrunk me and put me in a jar. He repaid me with Gummy Koalas though, and that was awesome! No, focus Mabel. You need to be as serious as you can possibly be. Dipper needs your help.

"So Mabel, what brings you to my household on this lovely day?"

"I think you know exactly why I'm here Gideon." I snarl. Whoa! I've never sounded that scary in my life! This will be easy.

"Oh, I see…" he frowns, "Sorry, can't do anythin' about it."

"What?! No! I need the cure!"

"Honey, I just told you: I don't have it."

"Liar! Of course you do. How did you make the potion? Give me the recipe! I'll do anything for it, anything to get my brother back!" I want to cry. I want to just strangle Gideon for ruining my life. Why does he hate Dipper so much? He hasn't done anything wrong. If the potion had affected me, then Dipper would've gotten to the bottom of it day 1 and stopped the effects from progressing. I'm not the best in this sort of field, and I only have two days until the effects will be irreversible and he forgets about me, or worse, hates me.

"Ok…but on one condition," Gideon responds, "you start dating me again, and I expect a kiss."

A kiss?! He's cray-cray crazy! One obvious answer Mabel: No. But…it's the only way I'll get the recipe. Say no. I may be able to make an opposite of the potion. Don't you dare say yes. But I can't say no, this is my only hope. No! Say NO! I have no choice.

I sigh. "Ok…I guess—"

"Mabel, you have once again made me the happiest boy in the world!" and hugs me. I stiffen up. I hope he isn't lying. But what if he is? I warned you about saying yes. Yeah, but I had to.

"Now, where's my kiss?"

You have to Mabel, or else he'll never give you the recipe. He leans in close. It's not too late to run away. Closer….The door is ten feet away. A hand touches my cheek. He's sick! I'm too young for this. Help! I squirm and try to escape, but his other arm wrapped around my shoulders. We touch noses. I yelp, but he shushes me.

"Give me what I want, and I shall give you what you want."

Welp, I can't back down now. I have to...I inhale deeply. I'm doing this for you, Dipper. And his lips touch mine.