Author's Note: Annd we're back! Usually, it takes me about to two to three weeks to upload, but this shouldn't take long. I should be studying for my math test, but no, I'm going to write for you guys! I haven't uploaded in a while!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or the artwork used to inspire these characters.
Chapter 3
You know, I'm not really used to the woods. At least, that's what I told Mom and Dad when we were on our way there. At this point, there was no getting out of it-Mom and Dad wanted to go "back home" for the summer, and we had to go with-whether we liked it or not.
Turns out, we were taking a train down to Gravity Falls, not a bus, but I had fun sitting in front of Dad, on the left of Marcie, and on Dad's left, Chris.
"Dad, where's Mom?" I said, looking around.
"She's in the bathroom," Dad goes, pulling out his laptop and begins to type like crazy. "But don't worry-she'll be sitting right across the aisle." He then smiled, looking over the laptop. "Are you guys excited?"
"Excited for?" Chris asks, putting down his book. I wish one of these days Chris can learn to have fun and not study all the time.
"Visiting," shrugged Dad. "I know you've never left the state or country before ( except for our winter break in Ghana ), but this'll be a brand-new experience for everyone. For me, your mom, you guys …"
"Helpless … helpless," sung Marcie, listening to music via earphones.
"What's she listening to now?" Mom asked, coming down the aisle. She sat across from us, drumming her manicured fingers on the table.
"Hamilton*," Chris and I say in unison. "The librarian got her hooked up on it."
"For your information," Marcie hissed, taking out one earbud, "Hamilton is one of the greatest things God's ever given us. Asides from Mary Poppins."
"There she goes again with the elephant lady," I roll my eyes.
"Umbrella lady, Jess."
"You three are arguing an awful lot," Mom raised an eyebrow. "It's getting late anyway. Put up the electronics." She scowled. "Now."
"You heard your mother," Dad waved his hand, still typing.
"You too, Dip."
At that moment, I couldn't stop laughing. I know it's not cool and all, but Dad's real name can't be Dipper. It just can't. What psycho would name their kid "Dipper"?
"Excuse me?" Dad looks my way and shoots me a look. "Is there a problem?"
"Sorry, Dad," I wind down, since I don't want a spanking in front of all the strangers on the train. "It's just … your name is-"
"Let me guess-not normal?"
"Yeah, there you go," Chris sarcastically replies, reading his book. Clearly infuriated with his sarcasm and dry wit, I grabbed his book and stuffed it into my shirt.
"Really? Now?" Mom looks so red, she's about the explode. "Have some decency, please! Chris, don't read that book until next morning … understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," Chris shoots me a look as I snicker. Marcie puts up her earphones and iPod as we cuddle into our chairs, lean back, and Dad covers us with a large blanket from the overhead locker. And … everything else was a blur. My younger siblings may be a pain, but I love them and I'd do everything for them.
What?
I'm not just a trickster; I'm a big brother.
Ahh …. Next morning! Okay, so, like, we woke up pretty late, about eleven-thirty or so, and Mom and Dad rushed us off the train since we had made it to Oregon a little less than five minutes ago. From there, we picked up a bus to take us to what Dad called the "Mystery Shack." ( Mom called it the Barn of Horrors, and Dad tickled her for that. )
"Are we there yet?" Marcie asks, folding her arms. Of the three of us, she believes in Gravity Falls the least … and the most. I don't know for sure.
"Almost …" I could see the tears rising in Dad's eyes as the bus parked right in front of a two-story house with a vintage, retro feel. The paint was brown, as if it was completely made of wooden logs, and on the roof there was a sign that said "Mystery Shack."
"Oh my geez," Marcie's eyes started to pop out. "It's … it's …"
Suddenly, two men with black suits walked over the house and put a letter engulfed with red letters on the front door. They saw us in the bus, wide-eyed, jaw-dropped, and said, "Closed."
Author's Note: Cliffhanger! Gosh, I hate them, but don't worry, I'll give you a hint: The Pines family never backs down! Next chapter, you should be meeting up with Mabel and everyone else in Gravity Falls … including the Northwests. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoy it.
* At the moment, I am listening to the whole Hamilton soundtrack ( I only know You'll Be Back, Burn, Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story ( a little bit ), and Hurricane ( again, a little bit ), and now, I'm writing Helpless. Next chapter, I really want to focus on Dipper and Pacifica, and the mystery/magic begins next chapter or so!
A Very Angry Ravange: The Grunkles are, unfortunately, dead. But don't worry-they'll be in the story.
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