A/N: Dipper meets one of Mabel's old flames. "Mabel"/Gabe.
Submission for:
Electron Carpet Shuffle Challenge: Old Crush
Dipper took a deep breath as he moved seamlessly through the crowd, his eyes darting towards every face for any suspicious activity. So far, no one had caught on, but he had to be careful. He had to play the part if he didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to himself.
He paused as he regathered himself, ducking behind a display of oranges and apples. According to the journal, there was some secret sequence of tiles in the girl's restroom at the town grocery store. All he had to do was get in there and-
"Mabel?" a voice said beside him.
At first, Dipper didn't take any notice before the voice called again. He stiffened as he saw a taller boy coming towards him, his long blonde hair caught up in a ponytail.
"Mabel, don't you remember me?" he asked.
"Uhh..." Dipper said, rubbing the sleeve of his sweater awkwardly.
"It's me, Gabe," the boy said. "With the puppets."
"Oh right, puppets."
Then he shook his head, "Anyways, I've ditched the puppets now. They were messing with my head, you know."
"That's great," Dipper said, taking a few steps back as the boy looked down at his hands longingly.
"But now that they're gone, there's nothing that can stop us from being together," Gabe said.
"Oh, that's... wait, what?"
"You and me, Mabel," Gabe said, taking her hands. "Together forever."
"Gabe, I don't think..." Dipper began, trying to pull his hands free.
"Don't think, Mabel. Just do," Gabe said. "Now let's go get snow cones."
"Nooooo...," Dipper cried as he was dragged out of the grocery store.
"So how'd it go, Dipper," Mabel asked as she sat on the bed in the spare room. Being in Dipper's body was always so uncomfortable. It itched randomly and there was the constant craving for meat that was getting to her.
Dipper reached into his pocket and said, "Gabe said he'll pick you up at seven tommorow."