How could she? It was like… like poison! Gwen shouldn't have poisoned me! Who would poison me? Why?
I stormed into the Mystery 'S'hack. It had closed early on Christmas Eve and Wendy was cleaning up shop. I didn't feel embarrassed around her anymore. She was just another teenage heartbreaker. I wanted to kick something.
"Whoa, dude, what's up?" she asked.
I grunted, "I'm going to bed."
I marched up the stairs, not in the mood to talk to anyone. Just me and my thoughts, all agreeing with me on what a jerk Gwen was. And Mabel. If I had my journal '3' I could look up counter potions to a love potion, because I still had this weird feeling about her in my gut. And now I had to wait for that stupid potion to flush out of my system!
I changed into my night clothes and looked around the room. I noticed Mabel wasn't there, but the present her and Gwen had made someone, most likely me, was under her bed. My present for Mabel was safely under the tree. I took the little thing I had gotten Gwen out of my pocket. I wanted to throw it away. I hated her. Instead, I put it on the little stand by my bed. So I could glare it all night.
I crawled under my covers and stared up at the ceiling. After a while, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up in a gentle place. There was sky around me and clouds under my feet. A bright sunlight illuminated the place. I saw little cloud buildings everywhere. I frowned. Most of my dreams were about finishing a video game level or solving a mystery. This was what I imagined Mabel's dreams to look like.
"Uh… HELLO?" I shouted.
"Hey, Dipper."
I turned around and saw, well, me, but with a 2 on his cap. He looked a bit smug.
"Tyrone!" I said.
My clone nodded. "Interesting dream you're having, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It is pretty crazy. Why am I here, and more importantly, why are you here?" I groaned. "Oh, no, this is going to be like that movie A Christmas Song and you're going to take me to see my Christmas then, now, and later to see what I've done."
"What? Dude, no. That movie freaked you out!" Tyrone said. I felt myself blush. "I'm here to be your sense of reason. Gwen is innocent!"
I crossed my arms and turned from Tyrone. "No. She looked at me in the eye and lied to me. She poisoned me, man."
My clone turned me back around. "No, Dipper. She was telling the truth. Watch this."
He waved his hand and a screen appeared. This was way easier than the movie.
A younger version of Gwen (you could tell from the toxic eyes that made me shudder) and a woman with tightly curled red hair and dark green eyes, who I assumed was her mother, were there. Gwen's mom put a scoop of cinnamon in a cup of steaming hot chocolate.
Little Gwen took the cup and sipped it. Her eyes sparkled. "Yummy! How'd you make it?"
"Cinnamon." The woman said simply. "But you have to promise not to tell. It will be our family secret, okay?"
"Okie-dokie!"
The screen went blank. Tyrone smirked at me as I replayed the little clip in my mind. If it was a family secret, no wonder she didn't want to tell! She had promised.
I shook my head. "No. Okay, that cleared something up, but I still have this strange feeling about her. It's the effects of the love potion!" I insisted.
Tyrone rolled his eyes. "I knew we were stubborn but this is ridiculous! Duh, you're in love, dummy!"
"What? No!"
He sighed and talked to me like I was a child. "I'm going to put this slowly and steadily." He took a deep breath and screamed, "YOU'RE! IN! LOVE!"
I crossed my arms. "What? Huh? No-maybe- Oh gosh I'm in love!"
Tyrone snapped his fingers. "BINGO! Now you have to and apologize before she leaves later today! And you will start your search when Mabel wakes you up in three, two, one-"
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, DIPPING SAUCE!" Mabel screamed.
I bolted up and saw her bouncing at the foot of my bed.
"CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS!" she yelled.
I jumped up and ran into the bathroom where I changed my clothes. I was in love. Okay, then. I dashed down the stairs where Grunkle Stan and Mabel were already by the tree.
"WHOA!" Grunkle Stank yelled as I zipped by. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"To go after a girl my clone told me in a dream I am in love with!" I said.
Mabel and he exchanged concerned looks. Now that I think about it, that does sound kind of, as Mabel would say, cray-cray. He patted the floor and told me I wasn't going anywhere until I opened the things he had got me, because it was a waste of money blah blah blah…
Mabel tore open a few of her gifts. She got a gift card to Yarn Emporium, new knitting needles, a pig play set (what will they come up with next), and, from me, a complete Bedazzle-Anything kit. I think I will regret that. It looked like a pink bazooka.
Stan opened his gifts. It was all money in cards, except from our parents, who sent him a Lottery ticket. He lost.
I opened my presents. I got a new video game from Mabel, a camera from Grunkle Stan, and a gift card from Wendy and Soos. I jumped up.
"NOW can I go?"
Before they could answer, someone knocked at the door. I went to answer it. Standing there was an all too familiar copper-haired girl.
She looked at me and turned red. "Is Mabel here?"
"Gwen!"
"Guinevere," she corrected me, "that's what people who hate me call me."
She pushed her way inside and went over to Mabel. They smiled and gave normal 'Merry Christmas' welcomes before exchanging gifts. Without even waiting for her to open it, Gwen left. I stared and started to run out after her.
"WAIT!" Mabel yelled at me. "You've still got one more present."
I groaned and sat under the tree. She handed me something somewhat heavy and rectangular. Mabel motioned for me to open it. I wanted to tell her that showering me with gifts would not make up for destroying my book, and now she was trying to destroy my love life.
I ripped open the wrapping paper with little question marks on it. I gawked on what I saw inside.
Looking up at me was a red-leather bound book with a golden six-fingered hand in the middle. In the centre of the hand was a 3. I opened it up and saw everything inside, just as I remembered it. Word for word. The only things that were different about it were it was written in sparkly black ink and the bound on the side was stitched together.
"I memorized the entire book, and Gwen had handwriting just like it. So we made you a new one. Gwen's idea." Mabel explained.
I swallowed my sister in a hug. In my ear, my older twin whispered, "Now go get Gwen before you're love life is ruined."
Hope you like this chapter! Next is the last one :*( I really enjoyed typing it and all your wonderful reviews! Will be posted tomorrow most likely :)
