Hey howdy ho, friendos! Just wanted to say hello, and thanks for choosing to read my work. As you can most likely guess, this is gonna focus on Mabel/Wirt as a pairing. So if you're not into that, then bACK UP AND EXIT THAT TAB. kay. Now. Hope you enjoy~
"Woo! new house!" A high-pitched voice yelped as she ran into the large white house. Echoes fell through the house as her shoes clanked on the bare wood floor. Constant thunks as she explored each empty room.
She took a breather, in what she supposed was the living room. A room composed of dark wood flooring, naked white walls which had seemed more grey considering the house was so old. It even had that old house smell which would cling to everything. She inhaled deeply the scent filling her nostrils.
"Home sweet home..."
Yet it wasn't home. It didn't feel nowhere near home. It was empty and she was alone. Like how she felt without everyone she loved. Even with her mother with her the entire time, the empty feeling still lurked within her. The teen looked down at the ground. "I miss my old home already." She sighed as her eyes threatened to water.
"Mabel!"
The voice of her mother shaking Mabel's sad thoughts away. "Coming!" She called, as the brunette went to help her mother unpack whatever belongings they had.
"Woo, mama! That sure was a dang fabulous dinner!" The enthusiastic girl said out loud as her mother smiled at her daughter's response to their supper of hawaiian pizza. The two completely devoured it while watching old movies on the floor since they had no proper furniture yet.
"You ate five whole slices, Mabel!" The elder woman snickered, she readjusted herself on the uncomfortable hardwood floor.
Laughing, Mabel laid down and stared at the ceiling while patting her belly. "Yeup, five whole slices of not trail mix!" She jabbed jokingly considering the entire ride to their new home all they had to eat was trail mix and granola bars.
The two females snickering and teasing died down into a content silentness. Only the sounds let in from the open window was all could be heard. The sound of a lively windchime from the summer's breeze and the cars which drove by.
"So…" Mabel looked at the wall, she was never open with things that bothered her, usually only a few times she let a few words slip out. and this was one of those times. "Mom… When will Dipper and Dad get here?" She asked, slowly pulling a cup of soda to her lips and sipping it.
"Not until next week, sweetie. They're both extremely busy with packing up the rest of the house."
"I see. That's not long." She smiled and stood up, stretching. "Mhm… Oh man. I need to go for a walk. Those pizzas aren't going to work themselves off, it would be cool as heck if it did though." Mabel giggled.
The older woman cocked an eyebrow. "This late? What if you get lost?" She asked worriedly, not wishing for her daughter to meet harm, especially with her vulnerable state of unstable sadness which would come and go, making her especially stressed and exhausted, although she kept it all bottled up inside. And her mother could tell, just one tiny slide of noticeable sadness and she knew.
"I'm not going to get lost, I'm just going to go around the block maybe once or thrice, I'll be back asap! I just wanna get familiar with the new neighbourhood is all."
"Okay… If you say so, just be home before dark." The elder woman said sternly.
"Okie Dokie, Momma! Will be home before you can admit you're getting old!" She giggled and ran out the room lickity split. Before her mother could respond the sound of her running was getting quieter as she fled down the hall.
The elder woman sighed. "Oh that girl… Always being so wild and silly." She smiled while stretching and felt a small cramp.
"Ouch! Ugh, still not old."
"A faraway flavour I can never place, Living in a cruel world where I can't see your face. My angel, my muse! My precious dove! Please hold onto my… Glove? Ugh no that's dumb. You're losing your touch, Wirt. How are you ever going to impress anyone." The teen groaned, tugging at the dark brown strands of his messy hair. Clearly annoyed at his shortage of good poetry material.
After more series of groans he stood up "You know what!" Taking hold of all his scattered papers of poetry, the frustrated teen yanked them to the window, and with a hard throw he tossed each loose leaf fragment out his bedroom window. "I hate you, stupid dumb romantic poetry!"
His breathing was deep, and he bonked his head on the window sill. Well that was a dumb idea. He should probably go pick them up now.
As Wirt slid away from the window to make his way downstairs, he heard in the distance a quiet. "Ow paper cut" Quickly, the boy sprinted back to the window and stuck his head out.
Standing on the path in front his house, stood a girl who looked around his age. In her hands she held a paper, one which had poetry scribbled all over it, Deep romantic poetry. The teen shrieked in horror, as he jumbled out some incoherent squees of absolute embarrassment.
Spinning on his heel, he dashed out his bedroom door, down the stairs, and full on tumbling out the front door of his home, quietly screeching the entire time.
"Please put that down I-I!" He stuttered not knowing what to say. He merely just ran towards the girl, his entire face flushed.
The brown haired girl looked towards him, a look of confusion on her almost doll like features of round rosy cheeks and big brown eyes. "Huh? This?" She asked, waving the paper around carelessly.
"Ack! pSH! YES THAT!" He yelled as he reached over and snatched it forcibly out of her hands. Crumpling the paper in the process.
The sweater wearing girl flinched as he did so, a sudden sting pulsing through her hand. "Ouch! Another papercut." She mumbled.
His face seemed to go pale at her words. He just hurt her, so careless and so ruthless, it made him feel like a villain, one who hurts innocent women for no reason. An unrelenting panic hit him hard and in an instant, he poured out a tsunami of heartfelt apologies.
"Ohmygosh, I'm sorry! So… So very sorry! How bad does it hurt? Can I see? Do you need medical assistance? I'm sorry I was just being stupid and reckless!" The boy blurted out.
The brunette giggled, he was so scared and worried. A thought even came to her mind, which was "possible summer romance material?" Although she brushed the thought away and assured him she was fine.
"I'm all good, it's just a paper cut, I get nicks and cuts like all the time, so it's really no biggie!" She waved her hand about, which only made things worse as the other teen seen a red droplet make it's way down her hand.
"Y-you're bleeding! Oh god. Come inside I'll get you a bandaid!"
The brown haired tilted her head to the side. "No thank you. My mom wouldn't like me going inside with a stranger… Whoa wait- What kind of bandaids do you have?" She asked eyes wide in raw excitement.
Wirt thought back, remembering the contents of their first aid kits contents, it took him a moment to remember before he could reply. "Uhm. We have race car bandaids and regular ones" He admitted. The race car bandaids were obviously for his little brother.
Despite that, the girl thought otherwise. "Race car bandaids! Well, I'm sure she won't mind. Now lemme inside, pointy nose! Mabel needs a bandaid." She excitedly bounced around, and waited for his permission to enter his house.
"Alright just let me pick up these papers first. Uh, Mabel was it?" Wirt looked at her as he bent down, scooping up the papers dispersed amongst the grass of his yard. Then his brows furrowed, recalling the name he had been given. "Pointy nose…?"
"Yeup! Mabel Pines, in the flesh. What's your name? Oh! and let me help." The teen offered as she crouched down and began to pick up the papers. Scooping them up messily while humming a joyful tone.
"You really don't need to help, I mean I'm not saying i don't appreciate it but I already cut your finger and I'm the one who made this mess." Wirt attempted to come up with more excuses but failed. "My name is Wirt. I should have said that sooner, my bad."
"Nah, bro. It's cool. I'm all up for helping out. I spent like Half my junior high years with cute old ladies and tiny adorable baby animals!" The teen grinned, tons of happy memories flooding into her mind. Making a tightness become evident in her throat as she could feel some tears sting at her eyes.
"Yeah, but it's kinda gone now. I'll be starting senior high once summer ends. Oh hey, what grade are you in?" She asked to take her mind away from memories which made her sad.
Wirt had almost finished picking up the papers and pushing them into a messy stack. "I was in grade ten and I'll be going into grade eleven this fall."
"Ooh, So you're a year older than me. Coolio. Say, where's the local highschool around here?" Mabel asked, standing up straight holding a clump of papers in her arm.
Wirt finally scooped the last of the papers and looked towards the shorter teen. "Well there's one a few blocks away from here. Walking distance, few hills so it's an easy bike ride… Oh but you look like someone who's cool so you probably ride a skateboard." Wirt forced a laugh which was very obvious, always being so uncontrollably awkward. It didn't help this was a girl he never met and just from appearance in his mind she was extremely cool and probably came from some fancy city since he bet she had just moved here.
"Okie dokie. Thanks, I'm from California so this place is super new and I have no clue where anything is around here."
He knew it. She was probably a movie star and lived in a mansion.
"Actually I have no idea how to ride a skateboard, I usually go to school by walking or biking." Mabel explained as she handed him the rest of the stack of papers. "So how 'bout them bandaids?" The younger teen grinned and gently nudged him with her elbow.
Wirt nearly gasped at the contact, only to give a slight nod. "Right this way please. Don't worry about taking your shoes off. The floor can get pretty dirty because of my little brother." The poetic boy informed while he began to head inside. Opening the door and allowing her to get inside first.
The brunette smiled. Walking in she looked around. A simple home, well decorated with family portraits and almost vintage designs. "Nice place ya' got here. I can tell it has a woman's touch."
"Yeah, My mother is the one who's all into fancy stuff. My stepdad… Not so much. Anyway, you can just wait here while I go get those uh- race car bandaids."
As the teen walked away swiftly, Mabel awkwardly stood by the front door, rocking on her heels. "Mmkay, you go do your thing… I'll just wait here." She mumbled as she watched him go down a hall and go into a room which she assumed was a washroom.
The sound of drawers shifting and loud clanks proved he was searching for something.
After a few moments, the awkward teenager came back with a first aid kit held in his hand.
"Do you want to sit on the couch for a second?" Wirt asked, as he pointed his body towards the living room.
"Sure!" Not being shy, she welcomed herself in. Seating herself on the beige couch which had a pink knitted blanket. She felt so at piece in that one seat.
Wirt sat down soon after, and set the firstaid kit down on the light brown coffee table.
Digging inside of the kit, the teen pulled out some cotton pads and cleaner. Removing the cap he soaked the pad in the wound cleanser. "This might sting a bit." He warned.
Mabel waved her hand and snickered. "Pffft! I can handle a little sting from some- holy pickled peaches was that literal acid!?" Mabel squawked as her small hand felt the sudden pain.
The brown haired male panicked, pulling the pad away. "Ah! Sorry- here." He quickly swapped the pad for a bandaid. Then worriedly looked at his temporary patient.
The girl with chestnut hair peered at the blue racecar bandaid. "Wow. Well now I feel so much better! I could run marathon!" The teen said overenthusiastically.
"Well that's impressive… and kinda weird. B-but I'm not saying you're weird or anything I'm just. Oh gosh, I sound so rude now. I'm sorry, can I just start over." Wirt tugged at the collar of his shirt. His face heating up immensely as he could barely think of what to say.
Mabel only smiled at him. Believing his awkwardness to be quite adorable in it's own sense. Reminding her of her brother who she so dearly missed. She poked him to get his attention. "Hey calm down, I am a weirdo so don't worry about it."
"Ah- Oh. Okay…" Wirt said. Trying to calm his flustered self. He looked towards Mabel. "So. Do you have anything planned this weekend?" He asked. Biting the inside of his cheek as he awaited her response.
A small smile appeared on her face. "Nope! Only just unpacking and knitting." She admit as she leaned closer.
"D-Do you…" Why was this so hard for him. Come on. Just say it. "There's this costume party on Saturday and do you wanna go?"
Brown eyes sparkled. "Yes! It's like summerween! That's so cool. I'd love to come!" She began to bounce about energetically.
The teen's eyebrow quirked. "Summerween?" He questioned.
"Oh, it's a thing back where my great uncle lives." She responded. "But yeah I'd love to go. What time is it? Would it be alright if I just met you here since I don't know my way around."
"Oh yeah. Sure. Meet here at uh… Seven pm alright?"
"Yes, that's perfect! Anyway…" Mabel pushed down her intensive joy for a moment. "I need to get back home. Momma's gonna worry if I'm gone for too long." The brunette stood up. Straightening her sweater as she did so. "So. Saturday at seven, wear a costume. Perfect. See you then, Wirt." She made her way to the door. "Thanks for the invite and papercut. Bye!" She said as she began to leave.
"Bye… See you. Mabel." He said. Watching her leave. Then hear the front door of his house close. Leaving the teenage boy with a sudden flood of emotions.
Oh dear.