Here's The next chapter in The Stitched Heart and Shooting Star. I hope that it is just as good as the first. And thank you to RockSunner for the very first review in this story. I like Tambson pairing too, it's better than Tambbie.

Chapter 2

Dipper's POV:

I wandered around the woods looking for the mysterious Double Wolf with absolutely no luck. I decided to head back to the Shack to talk to Grunkle Stan. Because apparently he's always known about the weird and unknown. I found that out the night that I rose the dead even after Mabel told me specifically not to do so.

I sighed.

I walked past Greasy's Diner. The only restaurant in this small town. I saw Manly Dan win pancakes for everyone in there. Again. I continued to walk towards my destination. That's when I heard someone crying.

I followed the sound, only to find my sister and her two best friends. I ran over to them. Mabel was hiding in her sweater. Also known as Sweater town.

"What's wrong Mabel? Did Pacifica do something to you?" I asked. "Cause she's the worst. And I am not just saying that. I would tell that to her face."

"It's not Pacifica. It's me." She put one arm through her sleeve and pointed to her chest. I sat down next to her.

"What happened?" I put my arm around her shoulder.

"I am not as good as a match maker as I thought, Bro Bro." She said. "I messed up Robbie's, Tambry's, AND Thomson's lives."

"How? Wait Thomson's?" I was totally lost. She nodded.

"I gave the love potion to the wrong two people. Thomson and Tambry like each other." Whoa, gotta say, didn't see that coming.

For the next few minutes, she told me exactly what happened. Even the prank that she pulled, which in any other situation, it would be funny to hear. But not while she's crying.

"It's going to be OK. I promise. It will, hopefully, work itself out on it's own." She peeked up through her sweater.

"But what if it doesn't?" She said. "I need Wattles now." She stated glumly.

Robbie's POV:

I made my way back to my van after I was sure I was done crying, and that my face wasn't read and splotchy. I can't have my friends think I'm a total loser. Especially right after what I did to Wendy. Sure I didn't know about the hidden message, but still, that little punk didn't need to be snooping in my business. And that Mabel girl didn't know that Tambry might cheat on me when she hooked us up together.

I drove to my house, and parked. I really didn't want to go inside just yet, but I had nowhere else to go. I got out and slammed the door behind me. I walked up the the house slowly. I didn't know how my parents would react. They weren't home, but now they are.

Slowly I opened the door. And their they stood. With their fake cheery smiles and grandparent clothes. They must have been at a funeral for a persons grandparent.

They have a costume for every type of funeral known to man.

I tried to walk past them without them talking to me. I failed miserably.

"Hello Robbie, dear. How was your day?" Mom said smiling.

"Fine." I lied. They looked at each other.

"How's Tambry? She's such a nice young lady." Dad said all too cheerful.

"She's fine." I lied again. I have to lie for them to stay off of my back.

"Awe that's nice, too bad. We have the perfect funeral set up for her, too." Urg. I hate when they do that.

"Oh, Robbie, sweety. We need another grave dug. It's for one of Lazy Susan's cats. What was it's name again? Oh, right, Mr. Mittens. He was such an old cat. But it's good for business." Mom said handing my the shovel. I sighed.

"Remember it only need to be a small grave. About two feet wide, three feet long and four feet deep." Dad said before I closed the door behind me.

I hate my life, but digging grave pay's well.

Mabel's POV:

I stayed in sweater town for a few more hours until my stomach was eating itself from hunger. Slowly, I fixed my sweater and walked down stairs. Dipper was making Mac and Cheese for the both of us. I couldn't believe that out cheapskate Grunkle would by anything other than Brown meat in a can. Or Gold Chains for Old Men magazines.

"How do you feel now Mabel?" Dipper asked.

"Hungry, Dippingsauce." He laughed. I tried to make myself happy. And I can be a good actress, so all I did was act happy. Not that Dipper could tell the difference.

"So how was your trip to Sweater town?" He asked playfully.

"It was fine, I met this really cute sweater boy named Sweatardo." I joked, poking his arm.

"Really, when do I get to meet him?" He smiled.

"NEVER! HE'S MINE FOREVER!." I yelled. We both fell out of our chairs laughing. After a while I didn't need to act happy anymore, because I was happy.

"So Mabel, what do you want to do today. I may have a lead on that Double Wolf I was hunting earlier. But it may just be fake like the last lead that I got."

"We could always asked the gnomes if they've seen it." I said.

"Urg, the gnomes, I thought you hated them." He complained.

"I do, but they might be able to help you." I played with a bit of my hair as I said this.

"Well as long as it's not awkward. Remember what Gideon did to them." We both shuttered at the memory of Gideon turning the gnomes on us using a dog whistle.

"How could I forget?" I said with a frown.

Emily Hart - OK, OK. Now I know that this is a bit different then the last chapter. But I hope that you all still like it. Do not worry. I will be updating soon. I love you all. And if you review this time, I will give you a virtual cookie, and maybe even throw a virtual party. REVIEW!