Chapter 1: Arrival
Author's Note: Little warning here, this will be a slowly updated stories (because I plan on putting puzzles and riddles here and there) I was hoping to get a beta to help fix my grammar mistakes, but no luck. ;v; I'm pretty sure everyone is a little bummed about Gravity Falls ending, like I am. But, I'm not making this fic because it ended, I actually started working on this last year. So I hope everyone like it!
TRIGGER WARNING: MAIN CHARACTER HAS OCD
I would like to apologize before hand for putting anything that falsely portrays to the condition. I have no idea what it is like to have it, but I did research for it in hopes of understanding it.
"…and remember. No matter who you end up with, we'll still love you!"
Looking at the phone, the girl debated to whether, or not, play the message one more time. Looking up to see the bus driver scowling, and several tourist glaring at her, she snapped her phone shut. She'll play the message one more time later.
She looked out the window, taking her mind off the phone. She only played the message nineteen times…only nineteen…
She quickly shook her head, her dark red beanie almost falling off, thinking back to why she was on this bus.
Her parents were getting a divorce, something she felt responsible for, and had sent her off to stay with a relative in Oregon. Gravity Falls, Oregon to be exact. She never met, or heard of, said relative until now. Something that made her uneven about the whole situation. Her own mother never spoke of them, and they were supposedly cousins. All she knew about them was that they were a news reporter and had agreed to watch over her.
Finally seeing the sign that informed the passengers that they were in Oregon, she flipped open her phone to play the message one more time. As the message played, she began to wonder how this 'cousin' of hers will be like.
As the bus stopped at a tourist hotspot in Gravity Falls, the bus driver called out how much time they had and for the ones staying to grab their luggage.
Smoothing her peach hoodie with a hot pink heart, the girl stood next to the driver as he began to open the luggage compartment. The driver almost jumped when he saw the girl and grumbled about teenagers now and days.
"You're the girl from Arizona." He grunted, reaching far back to drag out two green large suitcases. He threw them down with a groan. "Geeze kid, did you pack your whole house?" He rubbed his back in pain.
Muttering an apology, the girl wheeled her luggage at the front of the tourist attraction site. It wasn't quite a sight though, it looked more like a run down place barely holding together. There were large letters on top spelling out 'Mystery Shack'; the 'S' in 'Shack' was missing.
Feeling unnerved with a place unintentionally called the 'Mystery Hack,' the girl decided to walk around the building with her luggage at tow. After about five rounds of circling the place, a man wearing a suit, eye patch, and strange hat approached her.
"Hey girlie, what are you doing walking around my shack?" He grunted. "You here to buy something,…or someplace?" His eyes narrowed dangerously low.
Before she could say anything a little girl rushed towards them, with a boy that she presumed to be her brother.
"Hi there, my name is Mabel!" She shouted raising her hand up in greeting. "And this is my brother Dipper, and our grunkle Stan!" She threw her hand at their direction. Mable quickly stood on her toes, making a poor attempt to be at eye level with the girl. "Are you new in town?"
The girl nodded, for a moment she hesitated to do anything else until Mabel asked her something else.
"That's great!" She squealed. "By the way what's your name?" Mable thoughtfully rubbed at her chin. "You look like a Terry."
The girl ducked her head before responding. "It's Lorenza."
"Lorenza!" Mable bounced on the heel of her feet. "What a unique name!"
"Did somebody say Lorenza?" A nasally voice piped in.
"What are you doing here Toby?" Stan scoffed.
"I came by to pick up my cousin's daughter, she took the tour bus." Toby rubbed his hands together.
"Alright, here she is," he turned around walking away. "Now get rid of her. Her weirdness is scaring my potential customers away."
"Grunkle Stan!" Mabel gasped. "That was rude, apologize!" She demanded.
"Not now kid." Stan quickly walked towards a group of tourists.
Toby nervously wrung his wrists. "Are you ready to go?" He looked up at Lorenza. He knew of her 'problem,' and wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Just...give me a minute" Lorenza quickly rushed toward the twentieth tree she counted, and started to walk around it.
Mable thinking it was a game joined her, running around her own tree. Soon after she began to pale. "That was a bad idea, I can feel all the sugar I ate this morning." Soon after, she fell face first into the ground. "Dipper," she groaned, "make sure you tell Waddles I love him."
Dipper shook his head and headed back to the shack.
Once Lorenza rounded the tree twenty times she grabbed her bags and nodded at Toby.
Toby taking the hint started to march. "I don't live far from here, but we can order a cab." He glanced up at Lorenza.
"No," she shook her head. "Walking is fine."
Once they arrived, Toby had to wait for Lorenza to stop opening and closing the front door, he showed her the guest room. Then told her to come in the kitchen for dinner after she finished unpacking.
Unzipping both her bags, she took twenty pairs of each clothing article. Each one being the same color, size, and brand. Putting everything away in an orderly fashion, she counted backwards to twenty.
Looking out the window, she pulled at the curtains. To her surprise, it was already dark outside and the stars shined bright. Counting twenty of them, she looked at bushes outside. Something moved.
Squinting closely at the bush, she stared at a pair of white eyes. Blinking several times, she saw something tall and thin dart out of the bush and into the darkness.
Lorenza started blinking again. What was that? She thought.
Please review! I would like to know your opinions! (Lorenza is pronounced Lawr-an-suh)