As I struggled to sleep, my mind was in a montage of everything. And I do mean everything. Fireworks in the summer, getting hit in the head with a softball, chocolate ice cream, the feel of my fist against a bully's chubby face. But most of all, I remembered the kiss. How he put his hand on my waist, then holding my face. I wrapped my long arms around his neck, his fluffy hair tickling my hands. After I thought about the kiss for about the hundredth time, a new memory slideshow began to play.
But this one was different, as if insisted for me to ponder and think about. It was of Dipper and I on our way to the Mystery Shack, he was telling me about his grades in school. They were extremely impressive, better than my grades, which happened to be all A's, too. He told me about how the whole homeroom class laughed when he had stumped the teacher, correcting him on a very tough problem- how he demonstrated it on the board while the teacher called him a genius. Then I remembered how he said we were meant for each other, like he was incomplete without me, a half of a heart. He then said how he loved stargazing, especially when something unusual came along. Then the flashback went to him saying how he had built a catapult for his class, to get good grades, but Mabel used it to launch marshmallows into her friends mouth, getting her into bad trouble.
I know that series of flashbacks was sent to me, from The Watcher. But why? I guess it was a clue. It didn't make sense, it was all so random. My mind buzzed and blurred, finally getting drowsy from all the hard thinking.
I was exhausted.
Dipper's POV: (the same time as when we left Saige's POV)
Ugh! I'm so tired, but I can't fall asleep. I can't stop thinking! Well that's normal for me to never stop thinking, but this was way worse than ever before. I was mainly thinking about Saige, how I held her hands, how we shared our first kiss. I had my hands on her waist, outlining her curved figure, then I held her face, her soft skin so warm. I loved the feeling of her hands around my neck, running her fingers through my messy hair, how she pulled me closer to her, our chests rubbing together. I was so nervous, how she was wrapping her arms around me, and how I felt her rounded chest against the flatness of mine, I had never been so close to a girl. But yet somehow, I didn't screw up, I pulled through. Well, I guessed being changed into a werewolf could be considered pulling through.
I could not stop thinking about Saige. This was 10 times worse than when I couldn't stop thinking about Wendy. Speaking of which, I hadn't seen her today. I wonder where she went today. I guess she had the day off. That was odd, because today wasn't a day she we allowed to take off.
I just want to fall asleep. Then suddenly, as if triggered by my thought, I remembered what always got me to sleep. I grabbed my cheap little mp3 player, placing the earbuds in my ears. I moved through each of the songs, looking for the right one. One by one, I heard the beginnings of the songs. "Don't stop, unbeliev-" next. "So text me probab-" next. I can't believe that song was on here. "I'm gonna blow some cash, only got eleven bucks in my jacke-" next. "Adolescent fantasy, just one feel, now darling I hope this is-" next, a stupid Kitty Purry song Mabel put on this thing, since we had to share, explaining the Cally Day Jensen song. Then finally, I found it. "Disco Girl, coming through that girl is yoooouuuu, ooh oooh, ooh oooh." Finally, I found it. I smiled and closed my eyes, laying my head farther back in the pillow.
I had a strange dream. I'm guessing from that "authoritive being" that the book had mentioned. This wolf that was like half and half with everything came to me and said something I don't quite understand. "Beware you near future, for it is held in the hands of someone who followed a cowardly path, they must change their ways to help you. I believe everything will work itself out, so have faith, my new child," the half and half wolf told me. Huh, well how about that.
"Hey, wake up doofus! It's time for breakfast!" I heard someone say, there voice merging with the singer of the song currently playing. "I'm getting down, I sense it in my mind, 'nough to make my size incline, goodbye to the old world, to the old world, goodbye to the old world, to the old world, aaah aaah ah, aaah ah I'm quarantined, quarantined." I like that song. Though they play it on the radio WAY to much, just like the horrible song called "44" by Paler Shift. I hate that song. Or that song thats goes "We're down all day to get happy," times 50. That song was okay, just too repetitive. It probably took them less than 10 minutes to write that song. Anyway, enough with my music criticism.
I pulled the earbuds out, setting them and the mp3 player on the desk. Rubbing my eyes, I stood up and trotted down the stairs, my socks catching on to the splintery wood. "How do you want you're scrambled meat, Dipper?" Grunkle Stan asked, yawning and not bothering to look up from the pan. "Well done," I said, sitting down next to Mabel, who was currently working on drinking tea, but with a spoon instead of just putting the cup up to her face. She's so weird with iced tea. Who am I kidding; she's weird with everything.
Grunkle Stan turned around to us, pretty much dropping the pan onto the table. "Eat," he said gruffly, grabbing a newspaper off the table and sitting down with us. "Awww, why's it well done," Mabel complained. "Because it was Dipper's turn to decide how it was cooked," he replied, once again not bothering to look up. Mabel rolled her eyes, then went to town, so I really don't understand why she was complaining if she's eating it like she's a sinner with a ton of holy bread. Bad analogy. Simile, whatever those stupid things were called... was it an idiom? Ugh! Quitting thinking so much about stupid things! I scolded myself and ate my greasy plate of food.
No matter how much I tell myself not to, I keep thinking. Well, I'm not thinking about something stupid now. Saige. Saige, Saige, Saige- aaaaannnnddd, you're never gonna guess what's next... Saige. What a surprise. Her laugh echoed inside my skull, haunting my mind. God, she had beautiful eyes. Just, wow. They sparkle more than Mabel's face after she gets a new bezazzler.
Finally, something distracted me from thinking about Saige, and her "other" beautiful assessments. Not like that. Well kinda, but not like waaaaay private parts. Anyway back to a whole 'nother thing. Mini-Camp. It was today, and since Mabel and I had nothing better to do, we would head over to the Gravity Falls Middle School at 9. One hour from now. We would get on a bus and then go to some other places out in the woods for camp stuff. Even though it was a one day thing. Pssh, cheapos.
I swallowed the last bite of my scrambled meat, rinsed off my plate and headed up stairs to the shower, so I could get there before Mabel could. "Hey! No fair, we always race!" She pouted and ran up after me. I sprinted up, turning my shoulder to see her sock catch on the stairs, and her elbow get nailed. "Ow!" She wailed, making me stop to help her. "Oh, Mabel, are you oka-" but she pulled her hand away and bolted up yelling. "Psyche!" Then she ran into the bathrrom slamming the door behind her.
And then I got an idea. I ran down the stairs, and outside, carefully opening and shutting the door to be quiet. I knocked on the door, then swung it open loudly, shouting,"Mabel! Sev'ral Timez is here, they're outside by the woods!" The door upstairs opened with a bang, and Mabel flew down the steps. "They came back!" She squealed, running outside. I slammed the door and locked it. "Grunkle Stan, open the door for her in ten minutes," I said blatantly, strolling up he stairs.
"Ok."
Mabel's POV:
That little poophead! He tricked me into thinking my boys where back! It's weird because I never told him about that, and his lie just happened to be perfect for the situation. I growled, and banged on the door with my fists. "Seven more minutes," I heard from inside, over the loud volume of a "Baby Fights" re-run. I plopped down on the porch, folding my arms against my chest. I stuck my bottom lip out, then blew a string of my hair away with a pouty "huff."
Whew, it least I have a little time to think now. I can never think unless I'm alone, it's so weird. I thought about many things, like how Dipper seemed really energized today, or how his little "date" went. He's such a good match for her, from what I've seen. It would be adorable if they got married. Huh, fat chance.
Now thinking of fat and adorable things because I mentioned them, thoughts of hamsters and Waddles buzzed through my head, until a hand tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to see my BFF, Wendy. "Hey Wendy! What's up?!" I cheered, standing up. "Nothin' much, my Dad just dropped me off... so where's your brother?" She answered, cool as always. "Oh, he's taking a shower right now, he'll be outside any minute," and on que, I heard a knock on the door. "Mabel, you can come in now, Grunkle Stan lost track of time."
I waved goodbye to Wendy and skipped inside. "My turn!"
