This is the first fanfic that I've ever written and completed, and it feels really good to be able to write the ending. Hope you enjoyed reading! Please review, favorite, or follow!
"You're the only thing I want/And I said I wouldn't cry about it/This is the last time" (The National)
A woman, just eighteen, boards a train, holding hands with another man. Her hair has been, quite poorly, chopped into a pixie cut and bleached blonde up to the roots, which still retain her once brunette hair. The man, whose face looks just like hers, has dyed his hair black - which doesn't correlate with the brown stubble on his chin. But porter carrying their duffle bags onto the train doesn't ask about their strange hair. He just asks for the tickets, which have the names "Donna Mabelton" and "Tyrone Dippingsauce".
"'Tyrone Dippingsauce'?" He asks.
"It's, uh, French." He says.
Quizzically looking up at the couple, who hold each other's hands with wide, anxious eyes, he finally shrugs and says "Whatever, man."
The couple, after letting out a sigh of relief, sit down, still holding each other's hands. The girl rests her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, kissing the knuckles of his hand before resting their intertwined arms down on their laps.
"Why did you want to move to Cinder Hills so bad, Dip - sorry, Ty?"
"Well, it's in Vermont - which is pretty isolated - and it's also known for it's strange phenomenon."
"Ooh. What kind of 'phenomenon'?"
"Ghost sightings. Sasquatch footprints. Alien abductions. Even tales about the Jersey Devil."
"Sounds delightful."
With a jolt, the train then starts, taking the couple to their new, haunted home. At one point, during the long ride, the man, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and peering into her copper eyes, asks his girlfriend "I one time read this thing that Jean de la Fontaine said. Something like:'A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it'. Sounds kinda like us, right? Seeing as how me trying to leave you resulted in us doing...well, this."
"And who is this Jean de la whatever guy?"
"Jean de la Fontaine: a legendary fable writer and poet from 17th century France. Wrote 'The Lion and the Mouse'."
"Well, he sounds like a real poop head."
"What?!"
"Dipper - sorry - Tyrone, Destiny isn't something that's predetermined. 'It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves'. You know who said that?"
"Who?"
"Shakespeare."
"Really?"
"Yep. And, I mean, if destiny really did exist, do you think it intended for us to actually fall in love - even as weird as it is?"
"No, I guess not."
"So I'm pretty sure that destiny won't give two cents on us leaving. Our even on what we do with the rest of our lives."
"Yeah. The rest of our lives."
"We've got the whole world at our fingertips, mi amigo."
"What a good feeling. Not just the freedom, though."
"Then what else?"
He looked down, touching his nose against hers, and letting a small smile form on his lips.
"The love I have for you."
And, for the very first time, Dipper and Mabel Pines kissed each other, right on the lips, in public. And not a even a single person on that entire train cared.
