Mabel's eyes shot open as thunder clapped. Rain tapped on the window, the relentless storm raging on. Another flash of lightning illuminated the night sky, making her squeal in fear. She shook, afraid of the storm.
Meanwhile, Dipper lay in his bed, sleeping like a rock. The storm had no effect on him or his sleep. Mabel however, hid beneath her blankets, absolutely terrified.
Mabel felt so vulnerable and cold and alone. She shrieked as another crack of lightning touched the earth. She couldn't fight it off anymore; she grabbed her stuffed tiger and dashed across the room to her brother's bed, where he snored facing the wall. Lightly, she shook his shoulder.
"Huh? What? Mabel?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"I- I can't sleep Dipper... the storm... it's so scary..." She trembled. Clutching on to her tiger, she continued. "Can I please, please sleep with you?"
"Uh, well..." He thought of what Stan might think when he would come to wake them up- and see the two in the same bed. Or even worse, Wendy...
"Look Mabel..." He began, trying to think of a nice way to explain why not. He looked up at her, seeing her watery eyes and quivering lip, holding on to that tiger for dear life. He couldn't say no. He lifted up the covers and invited her in.
Not having to be told twice, Mabel hopped in the bed. She hugged Dipper's torso and clung to him like a monkey on a tree.
Dipper chuckled lightly, tucking the sheets around themselves to make it cozy. He hugged Mabel back and rested his chin on her hair- her strawberry scented soft hair, as she nuzzled her face into his chest.
Mabel immediately felt safe, ignoring the rolling thunder outside. She didn't let it scare her as she closed her eyes, inhaling that unique smell- that weird Dipperish smell, and fell asleep.