MABEL
Hey-yo! So it's you residential sweater-knitting teenager once again, here to speak out to you, friendly people! It's a-me, a-Mabel! The Mabel Pines! So you might be confused why I said teenagers, amiright? You're used to us being adorable little twelve-year olds fighting supernatural thingamajigs and being all awesome! Well, you're absolute-ally wrong! Surprise, Dipper and I are like, seventeen now! We're not adorable anymore—and I'm kind of disappointed, stupid puberty—but we're oh-so hot! Ha! You can't count how many girls have been like, spying at our house just to get a good glimpse of my brother. Wait, ack—Dipper? GIRLS!? Euuggghhhh. Okay, so I'm gonna get you back on that. My brother… actually hot… I can't even…
Kidding. I was joking 'bout that part. Like that'll ever happen.
Man, I am evil! Muwahahahahha!
Ahem—sorry.
Oh, well—we're still awesome. You can't deny that!
Here's the run-down, in case you missed it: We came back to Gravity Falls after Mom and Dad went to a summer-long business trip to Sweden—which, by the way, the best thing ever—and bada bing bada boom, we're here!
The town didn't change much since the last time we got here… Grunkle Stan's still running the Shack, but has a bad case of… Dipper, what is called again—oh right, arthritis. He got new white hairs sticking out of his wrinkly head, but he's still the same old man we know and love. Soos got a new goatee and stuff (and Dipper's asking him a lot about it… how to grow it, maybe?). He's the same old man-child that we love. I mean, it would take a lot to change Soos.
Wendy, however… well, you could say that Dipper's more heartbroken about it than I am.
You see, Grunkle Stan said Wendy quit the job since 'the Shack sucks a lot more without the little dudes around.' Tada! We're here, and not-so-little. Woooo, wait 'till she sees us.
We're in front of the bookstore entrance, and Dipper's like, sweating his face off right now. It's the funniest thing ever! I wish you could see this one. He's like, pacing back and forth in the same place, wringing his hands so much I could swear he wants the skin off his hands. On second thought, I should have brought a camera.
Okay, okay! Moving on.
"Dipper!" I grab him over the arm, stopping him from his pacing. Yeesh, it was a good thing since he's starting to make me dizzy. "Get your male teenage hormones to stop you from getting worked up!"
"It's just…" He raises his arms. "I'm nervous. What if she like, I don't know… flip?"
"Wendy?" I spit out. "She's the coolest gal in town! The best! Why would she flip?"
"I don't know…"
"You don't know?" I gasp. "Dipper Pines, the straight-A nerd and the only teenager who got an IQ of a hundred and sixty in the entire state of California, doesn't know?"
"Pssht, stop it…" My brother sheepishly scratches his head. "But really, I can't… I just don't know why I'm still nervous."
Don't know why. Huh, it's pretty obvious for a girl. Guys are really dense sometimes.
"Obviously, you're still in love with our pretty little Wendy there, Dipster!" I point at him. "It's the truth, Dipper. I can see it."
"Wendy's twenty, Mabel…" It's one of the only times that I see uncertainty in his eyes. Suddenly we're twelve again, poking at him, teasing him about Wendy. Don't be itchy, man, Wendy would say. And here I am, practically forcing him into something he isn't sure of. "We still have that awkward three-year age gap going on."
I can see Wendy through the glass doors. She didn't change much the last five years. Her long red hair tumbles at her back in a low ponytail. Over a long-sleeved green plaid shirt is a yellow T-shirt with a drawing of a book printed on it. She obviously looked bored with a magazine to keep her busy.
"Hey, things can change. I think both of us're taller than her, anyway." I shrug. "Wendy will jump right to us."
Dipper rolls his eyes. "Yeah, right."
I open the glass door. Somewhere, a bell jingles softly. "Well?" I gesture for him to come in. "What are you waiting for?"