A/N: Sixteen hours and I already have seven reviews for one chapter! Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing my story! Please enjoy this second installment of The Dipper Diaries!
Amorous Annotations, Day 3
It's Dipper, here. Sorry I couldn't write yesterday, Mabel and I spent the day driving Wendy's car and I couldn't, you know, write about Mabel with Mabel around. But anyway, have I told you about Pacifica Northwest yet? I mean, besides the whole perm thing. Well, she's pretty much Mabel's archenemy, which sounds cliche, but it's true. I mean, come on! She's mean, she's stuck up, and she talks in that stupid voice! Augh, I can't stand her.
Well, yesterday Wendy had given us her car since she'd gotten a new one, which was really cool of her, and we saw Pacifica and her grovelers. She still looked terrible, but apparently she still drove fear into the hearts of her peers, so, I guess, she was still pretty popular. She saw us in the car and immediately glared, which kind of bothered Mabel for some weird, girly reason, and left, probably to...spit in someone's drink or-or kick a hobo, or something.
"-Dipper!" Mabel yelled in my ear really loud. I wasn't sure how long she'd been screaming, but I had the feeling it was for a while.
I rubbed my ear and yelled back, "What?! What is your problem?!" I only just heard the cars honking behind us.
"Go!" She yelled, but I could hear her laughing as I started to drive.
A middle aged man with a really bad comb over drove past us yelling and shaking their fist. Our windows were rolled up, so I couldn't hear him, but he looked like he was saying some pretty naughty things. Mabel saw and when I looked at her, she was trying not to giggle. We burst out laughing as we sped down the street. I'd hate to admit it so freely, but she was kind of cute when she laughed. She never fully grew out of her chipmunk cheeks, but I didn't mind, they made her look more like the Mabel I'd grown up with...
Whoa, got a little carried away there. I'm getting nervous just thinking about it now, so you can imagine how much of a dork I was around her.
Anyway, well, we drove around town just, you know, doing stuff. We ended up getting ice cream while trying to find the "siren" said to reek havoc in the town. In case you didn't already know, when we were twelve I found this weird book with a "3" in a gold hand on the cover. More often than not, the book was right about things happening in the town. Like I said, Gravity Falls isn't an average town.
Eventually we had to refill the car with gas, which neither of us really looked forward to do. You see, back in California, Mom and Dad wouldn't really let us drive and when we did drive, we would never, never have to fill up the tank. So, we were kind of at a loss for words, which in itself was weird.
After a mini tournament of rock-paper-scissors-lizards, I had to "pay for gas", which meant "use Grunkle Stan's credit card and blame it on the government." We bumped fists, "Be back in a sec', Mabes," I promised.
"Later, Dippy-Dots," she laughed ruffling my hair, once again claiming authority as "older twin sister."
Only one other car was getting gas, but the little store was filled. I went through the motions to fill up the gas tank and waited in line for blah blah blah, which, may I mention, was so super boring. There were, like, a gazillion people! I didn't even know that many people lived in Gravity Falls! The guys in front of me looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd seen them, they all looked the same to me. Every time one of them left, they gave me this weird look. I was used to it though, I was like half of the walking Pines Twins Freak Show to some of the locals. Oh, and they kept talking really loudly! I could hardly hear myself think! Once I finally got to the front, the cashier guy took forever! What a day...
"Mabel, you'll never-" I stopped short once I saw Wendy's car. The car was completely trashed. The doors were open revealing the already old leather seats slashed, the stuffing and metal springs pouring out of it. One of the windows was completely smashed, making a spiderweb of cracks, and "LOSER TWINS" was spray painted across the side in black. And Mabel, oh Mabel. She was kneeling on the ground in tears, dark lines ran down her face from her makeup, I didn't even know she wore makeup. Her hair and clothes were disheveled from a struggle, her jeans were riddled with traces of spray paint. "Dipper, help!" She pleaded. It just about broke my heart.
I sat next to her on the ground, wrapping my arms around her, trying to reassure her as gently as I could manage. My rage was burning, making my thoughts turn into a messy faze.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
I counted until I calmed down, just like I saw on TV. I scooped up Mabel and sat her in the passenger's seat, she was still sniffling, but she looked better now that she's stopped crying. We drove in silence to the Mystery Shack. We both knew people were staring. I mean, who couldn't see the Hearse of Loserdom driving down the street with the Pines Twins Freak Show riding in the front?
I stopped a little ways from the Mystery Shack to make sure Mabel was okay. Her eyes weren't red anymore and her face was clean of any makeup trails. She looked the same as when we'd left that morning. She wore her short hair straight and silky, clad in only an over-sized navy sweatshirt and tight denim jeans with knee high leather boots. She cleaned up pretty nicely.
"You okay, kid?" I asked patting her knee.
She cracked a smile of straight teeth, "Dipper," she patted my shoulder like I was the one who needed comforting, "If anyone is the kid here, it's you."
"Shut up!" I pushed her playfully.
For a heartbeat there was silence, then we started laughing. It ended up turning into the classic tickle fight, which she always started, but I always won. I sat there for a while, trying to catch our breath. That's when I noticed her head was in my lap, keeled over from laughing.
As always, I got nervous. Smooth move, Dipper.
"Well!" I said a little too loudly and a little too quickly. "W-w-we should pro-probably g-get back! You know how Grunkle Stan is!"
"Hungry?" Mabel joked, laughing.
I laughed nervously, trying to tone down the nervous. I started the engine and drove the rest of the way home, leaving the events of the day behind. Now, I'm sitting on the roof writing this. Mabel's in the shop joking around with Soos. Wendy got upset over the car, not that it's trashed, but about who did it. With Wendy around, they sure will get what's coming to them. It's just that, I don't know, I can't shake off how weird I'd been with Mabel in the car and, you know, back at the gas station.
It's hard liking someone you're so close with, especially when she's...well, you know. Be back with more of this weird roller coaster later.
Dipper, out!
(Yeah, I think I'll end like that from now on...)
A/N: I feel like I would actually kind of, almost like Pacifica if she didn't hate Mabel. That's just a deal breaker. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and please leave a review!
Oh, and updates will most likely come every weekend! I'm trying to stay consistent!
