A/N: Now my little angels, am I updating like a baws! *holds up sword heroically* Please enjoy this chapter, or YOU DIE N- I mean, if you don't I'll be sad because I didn't entertain you...

He felt the joy pulse through him as he returned to the shack. The time with Wendy had been great. They played DDR, ate pancakes and did lots of fun stuff together. This made Dipper's inner dilemma of forgiving her sealed. She was forgiven. Everybody made mistakes, didn't they?

Still, he couldn't help but worry if Wendy would have a relapse. He pushed the paranoid thought down. Of course not, why would she return to something as sick as that? He should stop thinking about this, it was driving him crazy.

Yet of course he would think it's sick, it's HIS sister, for Pete's sake!

Let's just keep the head on the positive and just trust her.

The sun had set as he lazily walked up the wooden stairs, holding the supporting wall all the way. He wasn't really all that tired, he was just a bit...exhausted. Like it wasn't the same thing.

His thoughts were a bit blurry as he wrenched the door open (so he could rush over to the bed faster), but instead found himself standing there, still. The reason was no mystery if you knew what he saw.

Mabel was grinning, she was holding a blue and a yellow sweater, face towards him. He had a baffled face as she began to hold one of them up.

His jaw dropped to the floor.

The glitter on the letters made the matter worse. Not only was it gaily colors sewn there, but the big, fat letters where saying: "ANTI-PINECEST".

"I made them while you were off doing Pete knows what!" She giggled as she held up the yellow shirt, a contrast to the other as the letters were blue, while hers were blue and had yellow letters.

"Put this on! Let's spread the word!" Yelled Mabel before throwing the shirt right on his shocked face. He pointed and stammered as he was trying to make sense.

"But...h-how...did you...what?!" Dipper had no idea what was going on. Why wasn't she pissed or freaking out like he had? Well, he had at least expected a more serious reaction than this, even for it to be Mabel. This was too weird even for a funny person like her.

She pouted.

"Ah, pishaw, I've been on the internet community for years; like I don't know in and out about the fandoms!" She giggled. "I agree that pairing us up is sick and it nearly made me vomit, but I had a clear head enough to sew these for us!" She held up the one meant for her.

"Let's put these babies on!" She yelled as she put on her sweater. Her brother protested immediately as he shook his head frantically, slightly freaked out by her calmness.

"No way I'm wearing that! I doubt I'm gonna feel any better!"

"Aww, pweeease, I spent the whole afternoon making these!" Mabel pleaded.

"I don't care! I'm not wearing it!" Dipper said as he threw his sweater on the floor, and turned his back to her assertively.

"You heartless chump! Come on!"

"No!"

"Pleeeeeee-"

"NO!"

"-eeeeeeeee-"

"NO WAY, JOSÉ!"

"-eeeeeeeee-"

Dipper facepalmed over his stubborn sister.

"Alright, alright, I'll wear the stupid thing, just shut up! You're giving me a headache!" He took the shirt sulkily and pried it on over his head, inserted his arms in the sleeves and fixed so the sweater sat firmly at it's place.

"There! Happy?!" He complained, crossing his arms over his chest!"

"Aww! You look like a kitten!" Mabel teased with stars in her eyes, knowing how much Dipper hated being associated with 'cute', but siblings existed to annoy.

Then she took out a camera out of nowhere and snapped a photo. Dipper didn't really care since he was used to her snapping photos of everything that interested her, aka funny things and cute things.

Then they heard the door open.

"Hey kids, I was just wondering-" Stan stopped dead in his tracks as the boy twin turned around to said person, so his shirt was in plain view for him.

"Yes, Grunkle Stan?" The boy asked, still in a sulky voice. The sleeves were a little too long; he hated to admit that Mabel had a little longer arms than he had, but only by a few inches!

They got puzzled upon seeing their relative's shocked gaze; he looked like he had seen a ghost. Then they raised their eyebrows as they noticed that he was beginning to sweat, stutter and avert his eyes from left to right.

"No-nothinginparticularIcanaskSoosaboutitbye!" The old man quickly explained and ran through the door. The twins shared a look of perplexity. After a few minutes, Dipper spoke.

"That was weird." He stated. His older sister nodded in response.

Wendy ogled sideways at the laptop She recalled Dipper's happy face. It didn't dampen her feelings; it rather made her more intrigued. She really wanted to...

She averted her eyes forth. No. She had promised. A promise was a promise. Simple as that.

But still...

She ogled again at it. But...maybe he didn't have to know...? She could just be sneaky about it, couldn't she? Mean, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him right?

No!

There was a double meaning with that reply.

One, it wouldn't hurt him. Two, she wouldn't think that way.

Then which 'no' should she go for?

She felt really really really tempted to read fanfics again. But she knew that if she did, she was breaking a promise and risked to hurt his feelings if he found out.

But still...

She approached the laptop's keyboard...maybe just a little bit...

No. NO!

The redhead slapped her own hand the closest to the keyboard.

No, she wouldn't, at any cost.

But still, that tingle would never leave her stomach for a while, and she knew why.

And she hated why.

A/N: You know the drill, my friends! Review, flame or glorify! Your choice!