A blue car pulled up to a shabby looking old building called the "Mystery Shack". An older woman stepped out of the car, smiling. From the drivers' side, a man who looked about the same age got out, also smiling. They were in typical tourist attire, khaki shorts and white sneakers while the woman had a blue top matching her blonde hair and blue eyes. The older man had a pale green top, matching his fiery red hair and green eyes.
"Doesn't this site look interesting? Come on Casey get out of the car! We still have time to kill before we reach our final destination!"
The back car door opened, revealing a young girl in a plaid purple shirt. She adjusted a white cap, which her mom quickly took off and re-adjusted her daughter's blonde hair.
"Don't do that dear, it makes you look like a boy." The young girl sighed.
"Welcome one and all to the Mystery Shack! I'll be your host for this afternoon, Stan!"
Casey looked up and saw a really old man in a suit and some stupid red had smiling wide at her family. Her dad decided to return the greeting.
" 'Ello Stan! We be the McCrary family! We-"
"Saw the signs and stopped by right? Well admission will be…35 bucks ea-" Stan stopped short, noticing the girl glaring at him.
"Is that your kid?"
"Aye, this be Casey." Mr. McCrary gave his daughter a hard pat on the back. Stan scratched his face.
"50 bucks for the whole family. It's a great deal, trust me."
"Just try to take your eyes off of this!" Stan was showing Mr. and Mrs. McCrary the hypnotize thing a ma bob. Casey pretended to be bored throughout the whole tour, so looking away wasn't a problem. What was a problem for her was trying to get away from her folks.
Then, Casey saw her. It was like the heavens parted and lights opened up along with hearing the most beautiful of singing voices surrounding her. Who was "her"? She was a female beauty in a green plaid shirt, dark ripped jeans and a brown hat, in her teen years…just lounging in coolness at the cash register.
Casey saw the red-haired employee and knew what had to be done. She scurried over to her and tugged on the blessed Saviors' shirt. The teen looked down at Casey.
"Uuum…"
""Will you please help me oh most awesome of cool and beautiful teenagers pleasepleasepleeeaaaase?"
The employee raised an eyebrow, "did you just call me 'cool, awesome, and beautiful'?" Casey nodded her head. The teen smiled.
"Watcha got planned kid?"
Casey smiled back at the teen…hooked. Perfect.
"Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnd this is the mysterious bag of disappearing money! It makes your money mysteriously disappear!" The tour was over and Stan was trying to pull his famous trick outside. The parents "oooh-ed" and "aaaaaw-ed", nodding their heads in agreement. Just as they were about to put money in the bag, Casey ran out holding Wendy's hand.
"Daddaddaddaddaddaddaddaddad!" She stopped in front of her dad, short of breath.
"Whooaa there lassie! What be goin' on now?" Casey breathed in deeply and began the explanation.
"Ok so this is a summer camp and during the Highland Games there is a weekend specially for kids who would like to learn about their Scottish heritage in a summer-y camp way and it's a good price, really cheap, can I stay? Pleeeeeaaaaaassssssse?"
Silence filled the air for a good five minutes. The owner of the store looked at the girl.
"Summer camp?" Stan asked.
Her mom looked around,"for kids?"
Her dad on the other hand was beaming at her, "scottish heritage? Well why didn't ye say so man!" Mr. McCrary slapped the man on the back.
"Dear, I don't think…"
"I'm guessing this young lady here is of Scottish blood?" Wendy gave a crooked smile.
"Suuuuure…the fee is only $150 dollars for the weekend you'll be at the Highland Games."
"Only $150?" Mr. McCrary was becoming more and more intrigued, but his wife gave him a little nudge.
"Dear, I'm not so sure…" Mr. McCrary took his wife's elbow, "Excuse us fer a moment." He led her a little ways from the group and Stan moved to Wendy, eyeing the young girl who was beaming with this look of hope on her face.
"Wendy what-"
"Just play along with this 'kay? Plus it might be fun, especially for the kids."
Before Stan had a chance to speak, Mr. and Mrs. McCrary came back.
"Alright, Casey you can stay. So long as you," Mrs. McCrary pointed at Stan, "makes sure she stays out of trouble and knows her Scottish history when we get back."
"Uuuuuuuhhhhh…"
Mr. McCrary pulled out the $150 and gave it to the old man, which brightened him up.
"Doesn't get into trouble and history, sure! Welcome to camp kid." Stan pocketed the money and waved off to the McCrary's. Casey went with them to get her stuff, and as she got back to Wendy's side she home free.
"Wendy, go show her the attic. I've got some money to count."
"Hey kids, you've got a new roommie." Wendy opened the door to the Mystery Shop's attic. Dipper was in his bed reading his diary and Mabel was almost finished with creating another new sweater. The two looked up from their activities and saw the girl, grinning ear to ear with excitement with her suitcase and sleeping bag in her hands.
"Hi! I'm Casey McCrary, nice to meet all of ya!" Mabel's eyes widened.
"Oh my glue gun! You're staying over on my side, I called that first Dipper!" Mabel pulled casey over to her bed.
"Um..okaaaay...hi! My name's Dipper Pines. The glittery goofball is my sister Mabel."
"Nice to meet'cha Dipper!"
Dipper really wasn't able to get much to say because Mabel was going on and on about ma
Make-overs and art projects with her new "friend". That was his sister for you, never really asking just talking. He decided to go back to his diary.
Rattle rattle
Dipper perked up a bit. He felt his bed move. The boy looked under his bed, but nothing was there.
"Hey broooo, whatcha doing?" Mabel moved her arms around and Casey looked at him curiously.
"O-oh I thought I dropped something. Nothing strange going on over here!" He saw his sister shrug and went back to talking.
When Dipper looked at his diary, it was on a page he didn't see before. It read:
Brownies-NOT to be mistaken by the food, NOT to be messed with or else they'll be grumpy for pretty much ever. Can be useful with small tasks, but just don't make them grumpy.
Dipper looked around the room, but he saw nothing. His eyes then landed on Casey, who seemed to be a bit bored of hearing Mabel go on and on.
Hahaha
He heard laughing. Okay, more like a high pitched giggling this time. His eyes shifted, but when they landed back on Casey, she looked a bit confused too.
Dipper looked back at his diary, and couldn't help but smile. This was going to be an interesting weekend.
A/N: Oh how I love new shows and new inspiration and Gravity Falls is awesome so I wanted to make a fic for it! This'll be Dipper/OC story, but mainly just fluffy stuff as it's a "summer love" sort of thing and it's going to have some Scottish folklore centered around it. Criticism is totally welcomed (since my writing is a bit shabby from not writing for a while)! Thanks for reading!
