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(Author's Note)
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Alright, I am completely throwing off my cycle with this one. Normally I'll post a chapter for each fiction, unless the idea continues, then I do two for a fiction and jump back on track. However, Forbidden seems to have caught it's hooks into me. Something that hasn't happened since I wrote 'Isabella is that you?'. So here I am about to start on the eighth chapter. Hopefully for my other viewers/readers/followers I'll be able to set Forbidden a side, for a rotation and get back on course.
Me: Do I still have to say it?
?: -prods with a pointy stick
Me: I still don't own Gravity Falls... not until that faithful day when I win the lottery... so... never. I do however own the ideas, that are original to the story... do I care if you use them? No... use them as you please. Except... don't over use '…' that's mine... n.n, okay fine use it.
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(Mabel's PoV)
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She waited a while, keeping an eye on Wendy as she spoke on the phone. Mostly she was trying to figure out who she was talking to... and what might become of the conversation. She really didn't even want to be here, she wanted to be back with Dipper, who was actually talking to her. When she returned, would he still talk to her? Or will he ignore me again... doesn't matter. He asked me to come here, and if I don't, he'll be mad... So I need to find out what's going on.
"If you see him... don't do anything crazy." Wendy finished the conversation by hanging up the phone. And Mabel came from behind the wall.
"So was that?" Mabel looked up to Wendy... it was a pain being so much shorter than everyone else.
"Stan, I had to let him know what happened. He's supposed to come back here to bring dinner for us, and Dipper if the hospital allows him to eat it. Then he's supposed to go and file a report... So I told him if he saw him, don't do anything crazy." Mabel nodded at the statement, and because she knew that Dipper would agree with it. Dipper might be really angry at Robbie, but he wouldn't want anyone else getting in trouble over him.
"So? Back to the room?" Wendy nodded and followed her back to the room.
"Must be some strong stuff," Mabel had expected to find a curious Dipper, sitting and waiting for an explanation. Instead she found him sleeping again.
"No kidding. He seemed wide awake when we left." Wendy looked at the chart at the foot of the bed... "Ugh... they just gave him more pain medication like..." she looked at her watch. "Two minutes ago."
"Really!? Well... I guess it's better. We don't want him in pain or anything." Mabel slouched in the chair. They both waited for Stan to arrive with the much needed food. Mabel hadn't eaten the lunch they'd brought earlier. Now her stomach was protesting that choice.
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Mabel had been sent back to the Shack before Dipper woke up again. She she could shower, eat and actually get some rest. She hadn't actually slept since the night before Dipper came into the Shack. She wasn't completely happy with the command, but she did it anyways. Plus she was supposed to clean up the room a bit more. In their absence from visiting Gravity Falls these last few years, it had once again started accumulating storage stuff. Dipper and her were supposed to move things... but now he wouldn't be able to do much at all. Clean, and her stomach full, she laid down in her bed... which seemed a lot smaller than it used to, she still fit though. Stan had told her that she was to rest before cleaning, so that's what she was doing. She looked out the window, the sun had started to set... it wasn't like she could do much anyways.
She sat up in bed when she head something hit the floor. Even though she'd been at her great uncles for a week, it still took her a moment to figure out where she was. After remembering where she was, she remembered something had woken her. Her eyes scanned the darkened room. Her eyes landed on her brother, who was moving things off his bed... crap... she was supposed to do that.
"Let me get that for you Dip." Mabel said sitting up rubbing her eyes.
"I can do it." His voice wasn't monotonic, but he still didn't seem himself.
"Come on Dip, let me help you out." Mabel had gotten up and was now behind her brother, "I was supposed to do that after I rested. But I must have fallen asleep."
"It'll be too heavy for you to lift." She looked over to the bed, it looked heavy. She had almost forgotten that Dipper had been sleeping on the couch since they got here. Maybe him coming up here, was a sign that he wasn't angry anymore. "Maybe I should go back to the couch, and have Soos move it tomorrow."
"NO!... I mean... you came all the way up here... and I bet you're still tired from those pills, or shots... whatever they are." Mabel looked around, trying to think of some way to keep her brother up here. "What about if we shared my bed? It's not very big... but it'll do until tomorrow." Dipper looked at her, then at the bed. He didn't look like he knew what to say... Maybe he wasn't mad anymore... but maybe he didn't have feelings for her anymore. She looked to the floor... "Or... I could sleep on the couch... since you came all the way up here."
"No, you don't have to..." he looked to the bed, then hesitated a moment. "I guess we could share the bed... it isn't like it'd be the first time we shared a bed." Another step in a good direction, she thought as she brought Dipper with her to the bed. She got into bed first, moving against the wall. She knew, and remembered, that Dipper didn't like being trapped in.
Dipper kicked off his shoes, and laid down on the bed... Normally she and Dipper would have worn less to bed, however with the falling of the new snow, brought more cold air with it. The attic was only heated by a small ceramic heater. She'd talk to Stan about that tomorrow. If they were going to be here another two weeks, they'd need something else.
"Hey Dip."
"Yeah Mabel?"
"You know... it wasn't a date."
"What are you talking about?"
"Me and Jason... it wasn't a date. I just wanted to know more about you, and I admit... I kinda got too distracted."
"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
"I tried... you big dummy... you wouldn't listen." she was close to tears, this was the longest conversation they'd had in months. She wished it was about something else though. Because she was going to end up crying before this one was over.
"I guess I was kind of stubborn." She felt his arm snake under her head, and felt the casted arm's hand rest on her side. "I'm sorry Mabes. I just got... I don't know... jealous or something."
"I thought you hated me." Mabel's body shook with her crying... she shouldn't be crying. This was supposed to be a happy moment, but here she was crying.
"I couldn't hate you, I was angry at first... then sad for a while... then I just kind of felt numb. But I didn't hate you... I always loved you Mabel... that's why I felt so numb, I think." She grabbed the hand, of the arm under her neck and held it tight.
"You're not mad at me anymore?"
"No... I haven't been for a while... I j-just didn't know what to say... I didn't know what to do."
"Dip...-yawn-... I'm kinda tired, can we talk about this in the morning?"
"Yeah." She heard him yawn in response.
"Hey... Dip?" Mabel's voice was heavy, she was barely awake.
"Yeah Mabel?" she barely heard his voice.
"Will you still not be mad in the morning?"
"I won't be mad in the morning."
"I love you Dipper."
"I love you too Mabel." Mabel barely heard the words he said, but she had heard them. And with a smile on her face, she finally let sleep claim her for the second time that day.
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(Dipper's PoV)
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Two days had went by, and Dipper was really hating the cast. He couldn't get it wet, so he had to wear a garbage bag over it, when he took a shower. It was hard to get a shirt on over the thing. And with the exception of the first night sleeping in the bed with Mabel, sleeping was difficult. It took him what felt like hours to get comfortable.
To make matters worse, no one had seen Robbie. It didn't surprise Dipper any, if he was in Robbie's shoes he'd hide out too. Dipper wasn't really sure if Stan had actually made a report to the police... or was just waiting to find the lanky gothic teen. Mabel seemed more concerned about it than anyone. She wouldn't even let him go for a walk around the Shack alone... or in the woods alone. Anywhere he went so did she... and half of that time... Stan would send Wendy to go with them.
Dipper did find out that Wendy's parents had moved into a bigger town and she stayed behind because she was raised here, and like it here. She'd taken over the cabin they owned, and worked for Stan. At first, he'd wondered why she'd spent so much time at the Shack... even before he was beaten up by Robbie... Wendy had eaten most of her meals there, whether she worked that day or not. That at least solved that question... too mad there were too many more.
"Sup Fun-Dip." Wendy called coming out of the Shack. He couldn't even sit outside on a log alone it seemed.
"Hey Wendy." Actually this was the first time, Wendy had spoken to him while they were alone, since the morning he ignored her. He couldn't help but wonder if she had been sent out here to watch him, "So you're babysitting me today?"
"Nah... Stan doesn't pay me enough to babysit. I am here to see how you are though." Wendy took a seat next to him on the log. "So you and Mabel made up, right?"
"Yeah, I figured out I was an idiot... a jealous idiot." he kicked the snow at his feet, then raised his cast. "And this is what I get for being an idiot. It's all my fault.
"You weren't an idiot Dipper... you just let your emotions get the best of you." Wendy patted his back softly. "Why do you think it's your fault."
"If I had of listened to Mabel... months ago... we wouldn't be here for Christmas... and I wouldn't have provoked Robbie... It's karma I guess." He shrugged slightly, wondering if it had been karma. If he was being punished, cosmically, by karma for doubting Mabel. He should have known better than anyone, that Mabel wouldn't hurt someone like that. Yeah she was scatter-brained at times... but she -always- took people's feelings into consideration.
"Don't look at it that way Dip. Everything's going to be alright now. When you go back home... at least it'll be a interesting story to tell." Wendy shrugged slightly at her own comment. "Or maybe not. Either way, you and Mabel made up, so some good came out of it."
He thought about that after Wendy went back inside. She mentioned helping with dinner... or lunch... he wasn't entirely sure which, because he hadn't really paid attention, nor did he even know how long he'd sat out there before she had come out. We made up, he thought... but had they really? Of course he wasn't mad at her anymore, but that didn't mean that she wasn't mad at him. She might have been too relieved that night to be mad. He hadn't talked with her today... hadn't actually seen her today. She had been gone before he woke up he woke up this morning.
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Of course the last two days, they'd hung around a lot more than they had... and she hadn't shown any signs of being mad at him. What was he worried for? Mabel wasn't the type to get mad easily. Sad? Yes. Because Mabel was a sensitive person... the only time he'd ever see Mabel get angry, was at Candy. And now he chalked that up to jealousy, because at the time, Mabel hadn't confessed how she felt about him, and he hadn't confessed to her. He sat there until Mabel poked her head out of the door calling him in for dinner. He stood up and went inside thinking that Mabel couldn't be mad at him.
He had started to get worried about not seeing Mabel all day, and now it was starting to get dark. He started putting on the boots he'd brought for the snow, and had just gotten the coat's sleeve to accept his cast when he heard the front door open, and Mabel's voice. He sighed walking around the corner to Find Mabel kicking the snow off her boots, he didn't expect to see Grenda and Candy with her though. It'd been a while since he'd seen any of them... Mabel too.
"Heya Dip, look who I found in town today." Mabel smiled, then told him that she'd just gone to get something from the store when she ran into her two friends. She said she'd called Stan and told him. Dipper guessed Stan didn't tell him because how was Stan to know that he'd be worried... the last time they were here, he and Mabel did things apart a lot.
"Hey." Dipper said looking in their direction and waved.
"Dipper has gotten majorly cute." Candy said, Candy had never really been the one for modesty, and usually said what was on her mind... though the glare Mabel gave her looked like it could melt flesh. Thought Dipper couldn't help but quickly take in the other females features. Candy had developed well, not as well as he thought Mabel had... but he could appreciate it.
"Dipper has a girlfriend," Mabel snapped at Candy, then refused to say who when asked. She shrugged, "Some secret girlfriend... He won't tell." Then she quickly changed the subject, "Hey whatcha got your coat on for Dip?"
"Oh well I..." Dipper wasn't about to tell her he was about to go looking for her... alone... by himself... and risk falling off a cliff without someone watching him, her words not his. "Just gonna got sit on the porch for a while... didn't want to catch a cold."
"Just the porch?"
"Yes."
"Not off by yourself?"
"No."
"So you're..."
"No Mabel... I'll be fine... I'm just going to go sit out there for a few minutes." Dipper laughed a bit... she'd been like this the last few days, and it was bothering him that he couldn't do any thing to stop her... not with her friends watching anyways.
"Okay, we're going up to the room." Mabel said as the three started up the stairs.
"Maybe we can hang out before you go home Dipper." Candy called.
"No... we'll be busy." Mabel dragged the other girls up with her. And Dipper went to go and sit on the porch for a while, even though he really didn't feel like it... but if he didn't Mabel wouldn't stop bugging him until he told her the truth... then use it to embarrass him. A little cold weather never hurt anyone... in moderation.
