Preliminary Author's Note: This is just a silly little romance story. It's (obviously) got some mature themes, so if you're younger than 18, find another story to peruse. Seriously. Mabel and Dipper are eighteen in this story. Please message me if you find any spelling/grammar errors. Thanks, and enjoy!
"Hello College!" shouted Mabel. Dipper groaned and shook his head. He hadn't been here for five minutes and Mabel was already mortifying him. She was dressed in Oregon Technical College gear from head to toe, including a garish pair of lime green sunglasses with the OTC Clover's (the school's mascot) on them. She was jumping up and down and blowing into a party horn that she had insisted on taking with her before they left. "This is great! Right Dip?"
"It's wonderful," said Dipper. "Now we only have three hours before orientation, and I have to help you move in before I move in so-"
"Dude, relax!" said Mabel. "You only have one opening day of college, you know? Why not try to enjoy it?"
Why not enjoy it? Because it's college! Because the rest of our lives are leaning on how well we do over these next four years, stupid! What if we fail? Then we have to spend the rest of our lives as janitors, or working for Grunkle Stan in his stupid Shack or something...
"I'm trying to enjoy it," whined Dipper. "It's just-"
"You're head won't shut up about how college is serious business, right?" asked Mabel.
"Yeah," sighed Dipper. Mabel rapped on his head with her knuckles.
"Hello? Dipper's inner monologue?" Dipper looked around the parking lot to make sure nobody was looking at them. "Hi, it's Mabel. Could you maybe leave Dipper alone for a few hours? He really needs to unwind."
Oh haha Mabel, go ahead and make fun of my anxiety. If you had any idea how much pressure I was feeling right now… Christ, it's not even funny. We can't all be happy go lucky all the time.
"It's not shutting up, is it?" asked Mabel.
"No," said Dipper. Mabel shrugged.
"At least I tried," she said. She began taking boxes out from the back of Dipper's ancient Ford Econoline and setting them on the pavement. "Alright, let's start lugging this stuff into our rooms. I'm just so psyched! Don't you feel like this year is going to be awesome?"
"It'll be something all right," said Dipper, "but awesome is not the word I would use for it."