MABEL'S POV

After playing at the new arcade shop--wherein, by the way, I fabulously won the sparkling hoodie--Dipper and I went to the nearest pizza parlor. I still CAN NOT get over the fact that I won this hoodie! Actually, to be fair, Dipper had to lose seventeen tokens just so that I could take this baby home

"OH MY GOODNESS, DIPPER. YOU'RE THE BEST BRO EVER!" I hugged him so tight on our way to the pizza parlor. This time, he miraculously hugged me back!

"Anything for you, Mabel." he smiled. Just then, his smile disappeared when he faces to his left.

"What now--?" Right at the window pane inside the pizza parlor is Anderson, "Oohh.. Yikes."

"Okay. I know that I said that I would do anything for you, Mabel. But I AM NOT going to go to a place where Anderson is staying at. No way."

"You're freaking out already? But it's pizza daaaay. We promised each other that we'd eat pizza whenever we hang out." I pouted. Dipper's totally acting weird lately.

Dipper sighed exasperatedly.

"Can't we just go find a different pizza parlor? There's Bridget's Beaming Pizza at the second block!"

"But they put fish on pizzas there." I said with a disgusted look on my face--honestly, though, who puts fish on pizzas?

Like twins as we always are, we both made the exact same disgusted face. And therefore, he finally agreed to go inside the pizza parlor.

And sure enough, Anderson barked at us as loud as he can.

"Well, look who we have here, folks. Dippy Dipper. And.. hey, Mabel." he walked towards me with a sudden awe on his mean crappy face.

"Hello, Anderson. Hehe.." I quickly adjusted my poise and facial expression to not trigger him or anything.

But this boy is so quick like a snake grabbing his prey. He suddenly grabbed my waist and was kinda aiming to kiss my cheeks. Okay this is disgusting but I have to play it cool. PLAY IT COOL, MABEL--

"HEY! DON'T TOUCH HER LIKE THAT!" Dipper exclaimed. Gosh, I've never seen him so mad like this before--not even if I tease him with his pet peeves!

"Dipp, Mabel's technically my girlfriend now. You do know that I'm taking her to the dance, right?"

"Wo-wo-woaaaah there, Anderson. When did I ever say I was your girlfriend? It's just a prom /dance/. Nothing special, buddy." I pulled away from his hands as quick as I could.

"YEAH! And I never wanted my sister to have a date with a jerk like you, Anderson!" Dipper pointed at Anderson. Oh boy this is getting waaay too steamy.

"HEY, WATCH YOUR MOUTH, PINES."

Without a freaking precaution, this jerk punched Dipper's face and slammed a handful of spaghetti on his face as well. I immediately slapped Anderson's rat-like face.

"YOU CRAPPY CRAP STINKING RAT FACE! STAY AWAY FROM US, YOU JERK!!" To my content, Anderson and his shitty pals left as soon as I yelled at him. THE NERVE OF THAT GUY. I quickly aided Dipper and carefully brought him to the bench outside so that he could breathe fresh air.

I took my handkerchief and meticulously dabbed it on his face full of spaghetti sauce.

"I could eat you right now, Dipper. You smell delicious," and with that, we both managed to laugh.

"Hey, I'm sorry I ruined your date, Mabel."

"Naah. He doesn't deserve to be my date, Dipper. He's a horrifying sucker."

"Why did you even settle with him in the first place?" he looked at me disbelief. But I knew that he just couldn't believe that I chose that guy.

"Everyone's getting a date! I mean.. back at the Mystery Shack, I nearly traumatized boys with my first-move-skills; I dated gnomes, a merman and sock puppet master and, and they still didn't last long.." I couldn't look at Dipper with my insecurities raising.. He, of all people, would know that.

"Has nobody asked you out? Except for that... jerk?" Dipper furrowed his eyebrows

I shook my head and just continued to clean his face even if there was no sign of spaghetti sauce left.

Several seconds later, I stopped cleaning his face and just stared at midair and then Dipper broke the silence.

"W-would you--I mean, would you mind going to the prom with m-me? I-I don't have anyone in mind to invite anyways and y-you--I ruined your date.. Not that I'm proud of it or anything. So.. would you?"

"Oh my god, Dipper," I replied and also blinked twice before I came back to my senses, "o-of course, Dipper! I would love to go to prom with you! That's what siblings do, don't they? PINES TWINS BACK AT IT AGAIN, FOLKS! GOING TO PROM, SIBLINGS STYLE."

"I--uh, that's not--" Dipper protested.

"That's not what, bro?" I grinned.

"N-nothing." Dipper shook his head and smiled back.

As we walked back home, I saw a VERY pretty blue cocktail dress displayed. IT IS THE SIGN: I HAVE TO USE THAT DRESS FOR THE PROM!

I pulled Dipper towards the glass to look at the details of the oh-so-wonderful-dress-that-i'm-dying-to-have.

"DIPPER DIPPER LOOK ISN'T IT PREEETTY." I compressed my face on the glass so much that I'm pretty sure I nearly drooled all over the glass.

"That's the kind of dress you want to wear on the prom? Mabel, you don't have to wear anything so fancy--"

"BUT LOOK HOW MAJESTIC IT IS, DIPPER--"

"And, not to mention, the sparkles and glam reminds me of Pacifica."

"I--I.. You still have connection with Pacifica?" I quickly turned my head to Dipper. How come he never tells me this??

"No, not really. But the dress gives me the Pacifica impression--"

"Hold on hold on bro. I think I know what's going on here. You don't want me to buy this dress, don't you? DON'T YOU, DIPPER?" I can't believe he doesn't want to see me in an excellent dress and that's even coming from my own prom partner!

"It's not that I don't want to see you in that dress, it's just.. you're already beautiful. And that's enough for a prom partner like me." he nodded.

I felt my cheeks flush, oh my god, Dipper. WhatthehellareyoueventalkingaboutSTOP.

"Hahaha, you're just saying that to make me feel better." I weakly punched his arm as I curl my locks with my fingers.

"Shall we go home?"

"Alright, but I'm still gonna find a way to get that dress."