Somewhere between California and Oregon
Dipper's POV
So here we are…on our way back to Gravity Falls. Me…Mabel…and Waddles. Let me just fill you guys in on how we're doing. Being a teenager is definitely something we were NOT prepared for. I remember when I thought 12 was an awkward age…BOY was I in the wrong there. Talk about a poor hypothesis. The combination of my social anxiety and Mabel's recognition of identity as a pansexual was pretty hectic on our household. Thankfully, our parents are pretty amazing.
Anyway, here I am, at age 16. I just finished breaking up with my girlfriend of about a year, named Tiffany. She was pretty upset that I wouldn't go with her and her family on a cruise this summer. I made it very clear that I wanted to go up north, and visit that godforsaken town. She didn't understand why. I don't either, sometimes. Tiffany was even more upset about how I decided to break it off with her. Actually, upset is a gross understatement of last night's events. I had never seen someone turn so red in the face before. I had to hide behind Mabel while she practically carried Tiffany out the door. And Mabel's not like a total behemoth or anything. She had just gotten taller and attributed some muscle mass. I'm definitely jealous, but I finally got some sort of growth spurt, so I'll take what I can get.
So how about this bus ride, huh? It's pretty damn long. I can't wait for us to stretch our legs, at the next stop. That, and Mabel has been saying she's gonna pee her pants, if we don't get off this bus.
"I will do it! Don't doubt me!" Oh, I could never doubt you and a ridiculous action, sister.
"Calm down, Mabel." I demanded, "The more you move, the more you're going to think about it." I reasoned. She was walking up and down the aisle of the bus, while the bus was in motion.
"Well, forgive me, oh Dipper, oh master of mind control! This bus is so boring! Not even one attractive person to look at!" She turned to our hefty bus driver. "No offence, Randy!"
"None taken." He replied, from the front of the bus, "And my name's actually Tucker."
"Ha, ha, okay, Randy." Mabel responded, totally ignoring the man's correction. Tucker, the bus driver, sighed.
"Just be careful, miss," He told her, "We have some winding trails up ahead." We had just passed the border, into Oregon, a few minutes ago. I looked out of the window and observed the horizon, as it translated into that woodland landscape. The trees were way taller than I remembered them to be.
"Dipper?" I looked over to her, "Do you think people will treat me differently if I come out to them as pansexual?" she asked in a small, hesitant, voice. It was so unlike her to be quiet and nervous. Every time she was, it'd make me slightly ill.
"I'm positive that people will definitely treat you differently." I responded. She began to slouch in her seat, but I continued, "However, I'm certain that it'll be a good kind of different."
"Really?" she questioned, while I rolled my eyes.
"I already said I was positive, what more do you want?" I tried to sound annoyed, but she quickly saw through it and gave me a tight hug.
"Thanks bro-bro."
"Anytime." I told her. She began to continue her impatient pacing, up and down the aisle of the bus. I prayed to the universe that this bus ride would be over soon.