Dipper's POV:
Wait, what?
I looked down and my hand was there, on Mabel's leg, still running up and down the thigh. I had started feeling her leg as my thoughts had run wild.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed and jumped backwards into the wall. It hurt, but I was so... I don't even have a word for it, that I didn't care. How could I have been so stupid? It was then I realized that Mabel laughing her head off.
"What's so funny?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"The look on your face. It's priceless." Mabel said in between laughs. My face turned fire engine red.
"Wait, so you weren't asleep?" I struggled to get the words out. I was in no position right now to ask questions.
"Pfft. No!" Mabel said, trying not to laugh. She grabbed her blankets back to cover herself up. "I WAS asleep until you came in. You're not as sneaky as you think, Dipper." Mabel obviously wasn't taking this very seriously, like I was. In fact, it almost seemed like a joke.
"Oh, come on!" I tried to laugh it off. "I'm so sneaky I'm like a ninja." I tried to do a ninja stance, but I tripped over my own feet and fell to the floor.
"Sure, bro bro, sure." She said, rolling her eyes. "Now get out of my room so I can change, you pervert." She giggled as she grabbed her pillow and hurled it at me. Luckily, I saw it coming and raced out the door, so the pillow hit the door.
(Time Skip: 3:02 PM)
Mabel's POV:
I still can't believe Dipper went ahead and tried to touch me. In my sleep, no less. Well, I just shrugged it off. It wasn't THAT weird. And besides, I have to dressed for...
The party.
"Shoot." I muttered as I threw myself out of bed. It was 3pm already and I haven't even picked out what I was gonna wear for the party.
I walked up to my closet and opened it up to find it overflowing with all my sweaters. Jeez, have I really made THAT many sweaters? I made a mental note to reorganize my closet later.
But I would probably forget it, whatever though.
Boom box sweater? Nah, people have seen that one. Shooting star sweater? I've worn that one a million times already.
I flipped through the sweaters, hoping to find something that would blow everyone away. But I wasn't finding anything. Finally, I was nearing the end. Nothing was good enough. I was just about to pull out my hair when I spotted something in the very corner of my closet.
A dress.
It was pink and had lots of sparkles on it. Perfect.
I tried it on. It was a bit tight, but other than that, it was perfect.
For me, anyway.
I frowned. Maybe I thought it was great, but what about the others? I needed a second opinion. Grunkle Stan and Soos were doing... whatever they were doing, Wendy was off somewhere and Candy and Grenda would be too busy getting themselves ready. That left one option.
Dipper.
I walked up the stairs.
Dipper's POV:
"Almost got it..."
I had spent the last half hour trying to cover up my birth mark. After some real difficulty, I almost had it covered. I brushed my hair one last time.
"Perfect!" I said just before I heard a knock at the door. "Come in." I yelled. I heard the door open.
"How's the Big Dipper?" I heard Mabel's goofy voice. I smiled. Hearing her voice always cheered me up.
"All covered." I said without turning around.
"So, what do you think about this?" Mabel asked. I turned around to see her in a beautiful dress. It was pink, with a whole bunch of sparkly stuff. She looked so beautiful...
I guess I must've zoned out for a second because Mabel's smile started to fade. "Well? What do you think?" She asked again.
I managed to get myself out of la-la land. "Well, um, you look..." I fidgeted with my fingers nervously. I needed to say what I thought without creeping her out. Even though I know she still likes me...
"You look... stunning." The word blurted out. I covered my mouth.
Mabel started giggling. "Thanks, Dipper." She started to walk out, but stopped about halfway. "Y'know, it's okay to say I look good in something." She added before opening the door and walking out.
(Time Skip: 6:15 PM)
Wendy's POV:
"...don't worry, Mr. Pines. Everything's fine."
"Well, it better be." I heard his grouchy old voice through the phone. "Because I have about a 95% chance of living and if I die, I want the house to look like I never left."
I was confused. "Why?"
"Because it's an order and I want you to follow it, no matter how ridiculous it sounds." He yelled. "Are you sure everything's fine? Because if it's not-"
I was getting very irritated. "Listen. Don't you trust me? We're having fun, everything's okay, so get off my back." I hung up the phone. Sometimes I wanted to tell him to go fly a kite, if you know what I mean.
I checked the time. "Crap." I muttered as I got into my truck. I needed to pick up the dorks for Pacifica's party.
When I got there, the twins were already ready to go. They quickly jumped in.
I looked at Mabel and smiled. "So you found the dress I bought for you."
She was surprised. "That was you?"
"Yeah. It's all part of my plan." I smiled evilly.
Dipper was a bit confused. "What plan?"
"Oh, you'll see, guys. You'll see."
Dipper's POV:
So, Wendy has plans for us. That could either be really good or really bad. I decided to just relax because it was probably the former.
It didn't take long to reach the house, but Wendy decided to drive around randomly a few times so we could be "fashionably late."
"Well, here we are." Wendy said as we (finally) came to a stop. Mabel tried to get out, but something was holding her back.
"Hey, Dipper?"
"Yeah."
"You mind letting go of my hand?" Mabel was giggling again.
Did I seriously just do that again? I shook my head and looked up...
And saw Mabel.
Mabel looked absolutely stunning tonight. Her long brown hair, her beautiful eyes, the amazing smile. That's when I realized the truth.
It's been right in front of me this whole time. I don't know why I didn't see it earlier. And now I couldn't deny it any longer.
I'm in love... with Mabel.
