Sun & Moon

Best friends, mystery twins, part time enemies- Mabel and Dipper are polar opposites, but their bond is unbreakable.

Chapter 1: Dancing in the Rain (This takes place directly after Travelling Time Pig)

"Hey, uh, Wendy- you wanna hang and maybe catch a movie tonight?" Dipper Pines asks casually, his heart beating in his chest faster than the Tell Tale Heart in Edgar Allen Poe's famous story.

"Sorry, dude- I'm going to a party with my friends tonight. Maybe some other time, okay?" Wendy suggests gently. "Besides, we already hung out at the fair!" She reminds him teasingly. "We can always hang out tomorrow instead."

"...okay..." His shoulders deflate on that word- that isn't the response he needs to hear. Not right now.

"Great- see ya!" Wendy dashes off, unknowingly leaving Dipper in a state of turmoil- he had been through every possible outcome, prepared himself in the most logical manner possible to finally approach his feelings for the lumberjack teen- and yet, she rejected his offer to hang out- again.

Lying on a dead log outside his Grunkle Stan's Mystery Shack, he hides his face in his knees, determined to keep his tears at bay. Maybe Wendy wouldn't like him because he's a dork? He rules this out due to the fact that she liked hanging out with Dipper in the past- she'd laughed at his jokes, didn't tease him or embarrass him in any way, and she'd stuck for him too - no way anyone as cool as Wendy would do that for someone dorky like Dipper.

Besides, she was beautiful- not model pretty, but her natural beauty shone like her upraising.

"Hey there, bro bro- what's up?" A familiar cheery voice asks brightly next to him.

"Ughh..." Groans Dipper. As much as he loves his twin sister, he really doesn't want to let her know that Wendy declined his invitation again. He'd rather just be left alone, but he knows how persistent Mabel's sisterly campaigns of affection can be- heck, just his sister in general is unusually persistent!

"What, Mabel?" He asks listlessly, lifting his head up long enough to gaze at his sibling's face, before he slumps down again without another word.

"Dipper, what's wrong?" Mabel questions, her voice softened by her concern for her twin.

"Nothing," Dipper replies sulkily, rolling away from his sister unwilling to talk to her at the moment, or do anything except lie here and reflect on his feelings for Wendy. He had been so close to telling her at the fair- he even managed to go on a date with her! But he had been forced to undo all of his efforts in order to spare his twin from depression over losing a pig she's only just met.

"Okay," Mabel answers challengingly "I'll just examine you through my...skepticals!" She exclaims, before wrapping her fingers round her eyes like glasses and examining her twin carefully, who merely adjusts his new trademark white and blue cap.

"It's just; you know...I almost told Wendy about my crush on her. I thought today would be the best day to do it, but...you know, my clumsiness and the whole thing about Blendin just messed that up. I know I said I'd have more chances to tell her, but I've thought of other possibilities that could occur since then. It's no wonder Sherlock Holmes wouldn't fall in love- love's just a messy, irrational business to get involved in." He mutters to himself with a deflated shrug, but Mabel hears anyway.

"Oh, Dip..." his sister breaths sadly. She doesn't want to see her twin miserable, and vows to herself to right the wrong of the universe.

She notices the grey clouds looming, and has an idea.

"I'll be right back!" Dashing inside, she runs upstairs to her attic bedroom she shares with Dipper, and rummages in her bag, whilst her new pig, Waddles, snuffles round Dipper's bed.

"You like the smell of unwashed Dipper, don't you Waddles?" Mabel chuckles. "I sure don't- aha!"

Pulling out an object from under her bed, she run out of the room, leaving Waddles to eat an unfinished burrito he had been sniffing down.

...

When Mabel returns, she sees her brother still unmoved from his position on the log. Quickly and quietly setting up

"Hey, Dipstick,"

"Mabel, I'm not in the mood."

Mabel presses 'PLAY' on her waterproof CD player, and BABBA's 'Disco Girl' blares out, shaking the log.

...

Sitting up, Dipper notes with confusion that Mabel is beckoning him, and then his expression morphs into one of horror.

"Mabel, if you're getting me to dance."

"Don't be silly Dipper- I'm going to get you to sing and dance!" His twin exclaims. "It'll make you feel better..."

"But I'll look stupid!" He protests.

"Says Mr Grizzly pants who's on the log!" Retorts Mabel cheekily, grinning at her unacknowledged victory.

"...fine. But if Grunkle Stan catches us, you can explain what we're doing." Dipper relents with a grouse, forcing himself to climb off the dead log and stand next to it, scowling.

"Okay!" Mabel beams, and grabs her brother's hands, oblivious to his squeak of surprise, and she starts singing loudly and dancing wildly, coaxing the pre-teen boy to join in.

They don't sing in harmony, but it only increases their mirth, and even when they end up soaked from the rain suddenly lashing down on them, they just keep on dancing and belting "Disco Girl" and many other songs to the weeping heavens at the top of their lungs.

"Mabel, am I so dorky that I listen to a band the skies hate?" Dipper questions as the rain continues pouring down on them.

"Yeah- but you're my dorky brother," Replies Mabel, hugging him. "I'm sorry about Wendy."

"Eh, it's okay. I'm sure it'll work out sooner or later." Dipper shrugs.

"There are plenty of days to tell her- and you chose the one day you nearly succeeded to help me get my pig back. Thanks again, Dipper."

"It's a no brainer, Mabel." Dipper replies breezily "perhaps I was wrong to say love is irrational- sure, romantic love is complicated, but sibling love- and pig love of course, - are both great things to have in a crisis like this. Thank you, Mabel, for your crazy idea on cheering me up- I do feel a lot better." He grins shyly.

Suddenly emitting a sneeze, he adds, wryly "...maybe we should head back inside before we catch our deaths."

"Good idea! Last one in has to endure the smell of Grunkle Stan's slippers!" She dashes off, leaving her twin to catch up.

"Hey, not fair, Mabel! I'm already athletically challenged as it is- why couldn't I get a head start?!" Dipper protests in annoyance, running after his twin.

...

Grunkle Stan doesn't appreciate his great nephew sniffling and sneezing through dinner.

"Sheesh, what was so important that you just had to get a cold for, kiddo?" He grumbles, glaring.

"Oh, it's a twin cure for relationship problems." Mabel replies innocently. "Singing dorky songs in the rain are very good at- ATCHOO!"

"...kids," Mutters Stan grudgingly- though he can't help but smile fondly. Those kids would do anything for one another- much like him and his brother in their youth.

'Ford, I miss yah, buddy.' He reflects, watching his great niece shrug on an extra sweater and then wrap a blanket round her brother's shivering shoulders, and observing how Dipper manages a small 'thank you' smile in response.

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My first Gravity Falls fic! (Obviously) I hope you enjoyed reading, and I do hope the characters weren't OOC. Reviews would be appreciated! No flames though, bros!