AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please don't call the phone number, I don't think anyone has it, but like, just don't. Thanks to the anonymous reviewer who brought this to my attention.

I sat there, waiting. A note had been left at my door telling me to wait here, with no reason listed. I didn't worry about the possibility of it being a trap, at least that would add some excitement to my life.

Anyway, the letter had a different aura with it. I wasn't too great at reading auras, but at least I could somewhat.

The time that the person was supposed to meet me came and went, but I stayed. A young waiter came by and said that I had to leave if I didn't order anything, so I sat there, sipping on a chocolate milkshake, scrolling through the messages on my phone.

Then I got a text. I didn't recognize the phone number, but I opened it anyway.

(541)-618-8166: Hey girl, sorry I'm late. Do you mind coming to the Mystery Shack instead?

I typed in a reply.

Venus: Why? Who are you anyway?

(541)-618-8166: Your secret admirer.

Venus: Lemme guess, this is some kind of blind date, isn't it.

(541)-618-8166: Please? My brother really needs this.

Venus: Whatever. I'm bringing a gun though. I have a lot of enemies.

(541)-618-8166: Sounds great! (:

I pushed my purple hair out of my face, took a last sip of my shake, and grabbed my purse. I stood up and walked through the diner to the door.

I hopped on my skateboard; thankful it hadn't been stolen, and began on my journey to the tourist trap.

I rolled down the bumpy road, dodging the occasional squirrel. I was puzzled, who in the world would be a good match for me? No one knew Gravity Falls like me, that secret society would erase their memories or whatever.

I didn't live in Gravity Falls, I just came here often to visit my… Err- stepdad. Given who my stepdad was, I knew almost everything about this small town.

I also visited town often because of the business my stepdad made me start. I was a natural/supernatural healer. I didn't heal the townsfolk though. I healed the supernatural creatures. When I wasn't doing that, I was learning magic every Saturday night. I was a busy person.

Sunday was my only free day.

When I reached the Mystery Shack, a girl was waiting there. "Hi." I said plainly.

"Hi!" She said excitedly. She led me behind the shack to where an abandoned looking picnic table sat. There was a fancy tablecloth over it with a few candles on it. Two other girls around our age were standing there. One was small and short, and the other was big and muscular.

"Wait here." The girl who had greeted me said. She ran off.

"'Sup?" I said to the girls, taking a seat on the rotting bench.

"I'm Grenda." The muscular girl said with a surprisingly deep voice.

"I'm Candy." The other girl said, adjusting her glasses.

"Venus." I replied, blowing a stray strand of hair out of my face. Man, I needed a haircut. I began to go through the contents of my purse. I had one pack of gum, a Taser, a gun, my wallet, a comb, my phone, a roll of gauze, a box of bandages, a spiral notebook, a few pens, a silver mirror, a red paint pen, a pocket knife, a few unlit candles, a lighter, a ponytail holder, and a deck of cards. Everything was there. Nothing more, nothing less, thankfully.

The energetic one came back just as I had finished taking inventory. She was leading a blindfolded boy who looked about my age to the bench. I quickly closed my bag.

"Mabel, this is stupid." The boy said to her. She made him sit down, and then tore off the blindfold.

His eyes widened as he saw me, looking over me. My purple hair, my black sweatshirt, my choker necklace, they all were out of the ordinary.

"Hi." I said, uninterested in this boy. He probably didn't know anything about the true nature of this town. I hated when people didn't know this stuff.

"Well, we'll leave you guys alone." Mabel said, going back to the other side of the shack, obviously not leaving.

"I'm Venus." I said, looking at my fingernails.

"Dipper." He said, equally uninterested.

We sat there in silence for a while until he said, "Look, I'm sorry about this, my sister likes to play matchmaker."

I shrugged. "It's fine, I didn't have any plans for today. Which is sad, given it's like, my only free day. I really should get more social…"

"Same here. Sometimes I'll track down the supernatural, but other than that, I don't really have anything to do."

"Wait, did you say supernatural?"

"Yeah…? I'm going to guess that you aren't from around here if you haven't heard of the mysteries I've solved."

"I'm not from here, but I come here a lot. My stepdad, err, lives here. I just thought I was the only one who knew about the supernatural around here." He seemed to get really interested as I said this.

"So your memory wasn't erased?" He asked.

"My mind is like a well planned trap, lots of things get in it, but nothing escapes. Also, if those Blindeye creeps got anywhere near me, they would be obliterated by either me or my stepdad."

"Yikes."

"How did you find out about the supernatural?"

He hesitated then answered, "Well, I'm not completely sure if I should tell you, but I think I can trust you. I found this journal in the woods earlier this summer," He pulled a book out of his vest, "It has all the secrets of Gravity Falls in it."

I flipped through the journal, taking note of each page.

"So, how did you find out?" He asked me in turn.

I froze as he asked me this. I couldn't ever tell him the truth, but I didn't want to lie to him. "Well…" I said, trying to think of how to put this, "The paranormal, well it, uh, kind of, like, killed, my uh, whole entire family…" I looked down.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Dipper looked down.

"No, it's fine. I was way too young to even have known them." I lied. I made a vow to never tell him the truth. It would put him in danger.

I handed the book back to him and looked at my watch. "Dang, is it that late already? Can we hang out another time? I'm late to my, err, friends house. Here's my phone number." I jotted down my number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. I hopped on my skateboard, regretting how much I had lied to him.

I flew away on my skateboaard, planning to go visit my best friend. When I arrived at her steps, I collapsed on the ground crying.