Hi guys. Short one-shot for all of you, taking place in the middle of Season 2. Enjoy.
-Williebadger618
It's Not Fair
Mabel's POV:
"Hey Dipper!" I said as I entered into our shared bedroom. "Wanna go play a board game or head into town for a bit? Maybe go hang out with Wendy and her friends?" I asked.
"Oooh. That sounds like a lot of fun, but I can't. Great Uncle Ford and I are going on a mystery hunt! We're going to search for Bigfoot." Dipper said as he finished packing up his bag and placing it on his shoulders.
"But, I thought we were going to search for Bigfoot this weekend." I said, feeling a little hurt.
"I know we were, but Great Uncle Ford suggested we go today, so I jumped on the opportunity. Maybe this weekend we can search for those fairies you have been wanting to search for." My brother suggested before leaving the room.
"Maybe." I said, my voice sounding a little half-hearted although my brother didn't realize.
"I'll see you later Mabes. When I get back, we can watch tv or something." He said. He didn't give me a chance to reply; he just walked out of the room.
"Sure..." I said in loneliness. I then walk over to my side of the room and sat on my bed; my head hitting the headboard. I felt angry, depressed, empty; like I didn't even matter to Dipper anymore. It almost felt like I didn't exist. If he blew me off today to go on a mystery hunt with Ford, there is a high possibility he will blow me off this weekend. The weekend after that. Maybe the rest of the summer. I felt the waterworks begin to surface towards my eyes, yet I fought back to keep them from falling. No matter how much I'm hurt, I'm not going to cry about it.
At least not yet.
After some time, I began to feel betrayed. Since Dipper started hanging with Ford, it felt as a punishment for not trusting him a few weeks back. For all I knew, Dipper lost all of his trust from me and gave it all to the author. As stated in the six-fingered hands' journal; trust no one. I feel like Dipper doesn't trust me.
I heard laughter from the world outside my window. Curious, I sit up on my knees of the bed and take a glance. There went my brother and my Great Uncle Ford out into the wilderness, arms around the other's shoulder. Dipper and I used to be like that.
I witnessed how the two of them were talking about a potential plan as to how to search for the creature. We used to do that.
Not wanting to look anymore, I flop back onto my bed and shift positions so I am laying on my left side. I knew for a fact that me and Dipper's sibling bond was beginning to diminish. Just thinking about it made me bring tears to my eyes. I didn't fight back this time. I was too hurt. I let them fall down. I wouldn't stop.
-=0=-
Time passed and they returned.
I had stopped sobbing about ten minutes before they got back. I was still sitting on my bed, still feeling miserable. He moved on without a care in the world since Ford arrived, but I don't have the courage to do so. Dipper doesn't trust me like he did earlier this summer and it was all because I didn't hit the stupid button like he said to. I don't want to move on. I don't want to face facts. I don't want to feel left out.
I just want my brother back.
I want to hang around him. I want to go on mystery hunts with him. I want it to be like the great summer days Dipper and I have had in the weeks we've been in Gravity Falls. We haven't had a chance to actually do any of this stuff since Ford's arrival. I'm feeling jealous. Really jealous that I wish to just go and confront him about this.
I even thought about tracking down the time-travel guy and taking his time machine and going back to prevent Ford from even returning. But I knew doing that wouldn't make me feel better.
Wiping away the remainder of my tears, I heard the stairs creaking as weight was being pushed upon them. A short time afterwards, my brother enters our shared bedroom after a long day of mystery hunting. He walks directly over to his side of the room and quickly unpacks his bag. He seemed in a rush, but at least he had the curtesy to acknowledge me, although he doesn't make direct eye-contact.
"Hi." I say, voice still cracking from my earlier distress. He still never realized that I was hurt; someone should go up to him and put on his listening ears. "How was the-" I begin, but he cuts me off.
"Sorry Mabel, but I don't have time to talk. Ford and I were able to retrieve evidence we found in the woods, so he and I are going to analyze it and see if it belongs to Bigfoot or another creature. This will be the best breakthrough ever, especially with the author's' help."
"How long will that take?" I question.
"I'm not sure. But I'll be up to bed later on. Okay?"
"Yeah." I respond half-hearted.
Finally, as if a fairy sprinkled its magic dust over him, he questions my actions. "Is everything okay Mabel? You seem down."
I knew he had to leave and I was still upset with everything that has happened in the weeks since Fords appearance. I wanted to be truthful with him and let out all of my emotions; letting him know how I feel, but I didn't. I would hide them until I can't contain it. I told him everything was fine and that there was nothing to worry about. Dipper studied my actions for a good solid minute, but then shrugged if off and exiled back to the main floor without any other words directed towards me.
I lay back down and the water works were resurfacing again. I should have just told him, but I didn't want Great Uncle Ford to be suspicious. Maybe I should just face facts; I will never be as smart as Dipper is. I don't have what it takes to go on the mystery hunts with Ford; I'll mess up and act all goofy. I'm too childish to go on hunts with the two of them.
I'm just not good enough.
I close my eyes as I let sleep consume my body while letting the tears soak my pillow.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. See you guys later.
-Williebadger618