Dipper POV
"Mabel! Stop it!" I called. My brown haired twin laughed loudly, blue braces and cheesy grin. We were back from a long summer in the crazy town of Gravity Falls, and school had just begun. It was a smelly September weekend, the first, to be exact, and it was HOT. WE were outside, me and Mabel. She held a hose on the "sprinkler" setting, and she wouldn't spraying me. On the other hand, I was hidden in the bushes trying to read a book. The house's AC was broken, so our parents were out looking for someone to fix out ventilation system.
"MABEL! Squirt me one more time, and I'll take out the big guns!" I yelled, grabbing a water gun beside me. Mabel fell backwards laughing, her chestnut hair falling in her mouth.
"Whaddya think I've been trying to get you to do this whole time, bro-bro?" she cackled. She tried pulling her thick hair out of her braces to no prevail.
I sighed and put down The Adventure of Jack Milford and grabbed a water pistol. She dropped her hose and grabbed a large water gun. I aimed at her, two pistols fitting loosely in my small hands. SHe dove around the house, bathing suit getting caught in the bushes.
We live in a small neighborhood in the suburbs of San Francisco. All the houses in our neighborhood have roughly one square acre of land. Our house is on Laurel Court, with a local swimming pool, tennis courts, snack area and a couple fields. Our house is periwinkle, with white shutters and some hedges lining it. In the back of our house we have a small garden, with some flowers and a couple of small vegetables. We have pear trees lining our lawn and a beautiful oak on the edge of our property.
Mabel cowered in the hedges lining the side of our house. The hose lay nearby on the ground, discarded from when she grabbed the water gun and ran. CLutching my pistol, I scavenged the bushes, only to be pelted on the back by Mabel, hiding behind our big oak tree.
"Hey Dipper! Who keeps getting shot by me? YOU! Haha!" she laughed. I got her a bunch of times while she laughed. She wore a mint bathing suit with a light teal top. Her pink flip-flops were soaked and covered in grass. I wore a pair of grey swim trunks and an orange tee-shirt, not to mention my favorite pine tree hat from the Mystery Shack, scorched and scratched from my adventures.
Wet and laughing, she ran to the back of our property. We were on the edge of our neighborhood, and a couple yards back from our garden, a steep hill curved down into a little creek. Along the way were many prickle bushes and trees, not to mention the lost soccer balls and even a plastic baby car from years passed.
Mabel tore past the edge with frightening speed. A pear tree nearly whipped off her head if she hadn't ducked and rolled to the right.
Unfortunately, she tumbled right off and down the hill, yelping as she rolled, and landed with a splash in the dirty creek.
"Mabel!" I yelled, tearing down the hill quickly. Pricker bushes snapped in my face and shrubs cut at my legs. I pushed through until I tripped, and rolled, painfully, down to the creek, where Mabel lay.
"Mabel?" I called. She was a yard away, and I scrambled over, forgetting about my aching back and bleeding face.
I flipped her over onto her back where she lay, coughing.
"Mabel?" I whispered.
"Dipper… My head hurts… I see… Tell Mom and Dad… BLEGH!" she popped to life in my arms, laughing. I rocketed back, yelling. She was rolling around, laughing like a lunatic, while I sat back, hand against my chest, heart pounding.
Then we heard our old car sputter as it plopped down the street. Our parents had told us not to go outside until they got back, and if they caught us we'd be grounded for the rest of the week, even if it was only one of us. We looked at each other and quickly got up.
Quickly racing up the hill, I tripped at the top. Mabel helped me up, and I supported her up and she scrambled over the garden fence. Sitting at the top, she helped me up, and together fell down onto a soft patch of dirt and scrambled inside.
Quickly, I raced around, and raced into the bathroom. Mabel sped into the bathroom and washed the dirt and blood off her face. I took a soft brush and raced it through my tangled hair, so it was neat as it was before. Mabel tore the brush from my hands and pulled it through her chestnut locks. Her hair poofed and frizzed violently, so she quickly tucked it into a braid. She looked good as new, minus her wet clothes. She quickly raced to our bedroom and put on a clean purple sweater with a sun wearing sunglasses and a yellow skirt. I took a washcloth and gently rubbed my face, taking extra care not to irritate the cuts. Once that was finished, I tore into my room. Mabel was trying to un-poof her hair, and yelled when I pushed her out of the doorway to get to my dresser. Pulling regular underwear and shorts from my drawer, I tossed the shirt I was wearing into my hamper and put on a new one. I peeled off the wet swim trunks and slipped on clean shorts.
Racing towards the living room, I took a running jump onto the couch, landing right on Mabel. She yelped and squirmed. When we were finally untangled, she clicked on the TV. Desperate to look natural, I scrambled for my book. The garage door groaned open, the car pulling in. I tore through the couch, the kitchen, my room. The door from our hallway to the garage creaked open, my father lumbering down the hall. I raced downstairs, ripped through the bathrooms, tore cushions off chairs and couches, checked by the computer. I finally leaped onto the couch. Then it hit me. My book was waiting outside in the dirt, under the fourth hedge to the left.
"Hello, Princess Glitter and Prince Sleuth, how are you?" My mom called us by our pet names. We both groaned. Mabel clicked on My Big Unicorn. I groaned again.
"Good news: we found a guy to do our AC. Bad news: he can't come for a week," our dad informed us. I groaned for a third time. Waddles trotted in from a nap and leapt onto the couch. I pushed him off.
"Say, Dipper, where's your book? Haven't seen ya without it!" my mom teased.
"Lost it. I'll find it," I said, thinking about Jack Milford and his crush Peggy, frozen in the middle of an expedition through a cave in Mount Everest, tucked behind a lowly shrub.
"Hey, kids! It's a letter from your Grunkle Stan! Says for us not to read, I'll give it to you." our dad called. We looked at each other. Stan had said he would correspond unless there was an issue. We both ran into the kitchen. He handed us the letter, and I tore it open, both of us reading.
Dear Kids,
This'll be short and sweet. Bill Cipher's back. We need you. Tell your parents that you'll take the train in, and that there's a job expo and I need more than Soos and Wendy. Stanley's death is still hidden, and he's headed back into the portal to find Bill's source. He might be able to extinguish him for good. McGucket is still a looney mess, but he's getting better. Good luck!
Yours,
Grunkle Stan
"Mom," I said, "We're going to Gravity Falls."