"So, Dipper," Mabel said, bouncing on her mattress with smirk on her face.

"Yeah?" I asked, my eyes looking up from my book. I didn't like where this was going.

We had barely unpacked anything. All of us had been too tired from the long drive, and we basically all had dinner and went to bed. I mean, we were supposed to be in bed because we had school tomorrow, but we never listened.

There were boxes all over our room, and we looked like we should be on an episode of Hoarders. Most of them were filled with useless junk too, (Mainly Mabel's) stuff that we didn't even need. Our beds had been set up of course, so we had a place to sleep, but that was basically it. There was a wooden, rickety desk between our beds with a candle on it, our only light source for now.

Although the room was an attic, and the only thing decorative about it was the Several Times poster by Mabel's bed, it was good to be back. Just being here brought back so many memories from when we were twelve, and we would have mini golf tournaments.

"Well, we're in Gravity Falls. Filled with monsters... and gnomes... and mystical creatures."

"And?"

"Aren't you excited at all?"

"Mabel," I sighed, "I don't solve mysteries anymore. I'm too old for that kind of stuff."

Mabel frowned.

"I don't get it. You were devastated when you had to leave this place, and now you're telling me you don't want to solve mysteries?" She got under her sheets.

"Yup."

"You're unbelievable," she said, and she reached out to blow the candle.

I rested my head against my pillow, and I set my book down on the desk. I closed my eyes, and a million thoughts started pouring into my mind.

Was I being stupid? I thought what I was doing was the right choice... but then why did I hate it so much? When I was twelve, I lived for mysteries. I guess it was just a part of growing up. I decided to let it go for then and just get some sleep. Besides, I didn't want to spend my energy on it in the first place.

The ear-piercing sound of the alarm clock sounded the room at 6:00 A.M. The frustration of getting up filled my chest, and I slowly opened my eyes.

I could see that Mabel had already gotten out of bed. Her black and white polka-dotted sheets were thrown back, and she had left her blue, silky nightgown on the floor. She came out brushing her teeth, her hair wet from a shower, and dressed in a lace tee and skinny jeans.

"Ge upt sleepy heawd," she said with her mouth full. I lifted off my covers off at snail speed and sat up stiffly, my eyes squinting.

"Good morning," I yawned, pushing my hair back with my hand.

"Mornin,'" she replied, slapping on some socks now. "Can you believe it, Dipper? We get to go to Gravity High! I cannot wait omg!"

I looked over at my pillow. It seemed to be calling me, begging for me to rest my head on it once again. I forced myself to break away, and I stood up and walked to the closet to get something to put on.

"Hmmm... what should I wear?"

"I always liked that one red shirt you got from the time we went shopping at the mall. You should wear that one."

"Yeah... thanks." I pulled it off the hanger along with some black skinny jeans and headed for the bathroom to fix my hair.

...

"When did you get those?" I asked Mabel as we stepped outside and headed towards the bus stop. I was looking at the pair of black combat boots on her feet.

"For your information, Dipper, combat boots are very in this Fall. Besides, it's not good to where heels all the time."

The morning air was fresh, and it was much cooler than back home. The breeze was just light enough to tickle your skin, but not so heavy that it made things fly everywhere.

"How do I look?" Mabel asked after a few moments.

"What?"

"How do I look? I don't wanna start a new school looking like an idiot. So please, honest opinion?"

I studied her. Her hair was done in one of those half- up half- down things, and it looked good with her curls. Her shirt looked nice on her, and her makeup really brought out her eyes.

"You look beautiful," I said, and I really meant it.

"Awww, Dipper," she gushed, her eyes growing wide. Before I knew what was happening, her arms were wrapped around me, and she was giving me one of her really, really tight hugs. I hugged back, hoping it would be over soon.

All of a sudden, the screech of a break pedal startled us, and we jumped apart. Before us stood a yellow school bus with the words "Gravity High District" on the side.

"Come on!" exclaimed Mabel, running up the steps and smiling her huge smile. I followed, a little uneasy.

I looked around the bus, trying to find the right place to sit. There were no empty seats, so Mabel and I couldn't sit together. I looked on the bright side though: Maybe now was the chance to meet somebody new.

I took the nearest seat next to me on the left, and I sat next to a guy with blond hair and a shirt that read AC/DC on the front. He looked up at me, a look of confusion in his eyes.

"You new here or something?" he said, looking me in the eyes.

"Yeah actually. My name is Dipper. Dipper Pines."

"Taylor." He had his hand out, and I hesitantly shook it. His grasp was firm, and I wondered if maybe my hand was too weak and I didn't seem sincere. "Where 'ya from?"

"Chicago. There was a depression there and my parents sort of lost their jobs. We're living with my Gruncle Stan now."

He looked at me for a second.

"Gruncle?"

"It means "great uncle." You know, 'cause he's my dad's uncle."

"Oh."

I looked away from him as my mind scrambled for something to say. Something that would make me seem interesting. Suddenly I remembered his shirt.

"I love AC/DC. I'm surprised you even know who they are."

"Wait- you like AC/DC? I thought I was the only one!" He was looking at me now, and his eyes grew wider.

"Of course I like them! They're one of the greatest rock bands of all time."

"I know right! I know how to play almost all their songs on guitar."

"You play guitar?!"

"Yeah. I used to have a band... until we split up. It's still kinda awkward when we pass each other in the halls sometimes."

The bus came to a stop, and I automatically looked out the window. So this was it; Gravity High. It was a nice high school; it had green grass and lots of picnic benches. It was big, and it had lots of steps leading to the entrance.

"Come on, I'll show you around," Taylor said, waiting for me to get up.

"Bye, Dipper!" Mabel shouted across the bus smiling. She was with another girl, and they were giggling. I guess Mabel had had just as easy of a time as I did.

"Dude, is that your sister?" Taylor asked, still glaring at her.

"Yeah. We're twins actually. Her name's Mabel."

"I think I'm in love."

We both laughed, and we stepped off the bus, walking towards Gravity High. A place I felt like I had heard about so much, I already knew it.