I owe you guys a decent chapter, cause chapter ten wasn't good. So here. I don't own GF or RotG.
A huge arc of water flew overhead. It crashed onto the ground just as gracefully, melting into the already slick street below. A pair or bright pink boots and grey boots sloshed through puddles, sending more of the fallen rain to new locations.
Mabel grinned. Her hair was beginning to plaster to her head, but she loved the feeling. It made her feel more alive some how. She loved any feeling other then pain and loneliness. Those feelings sucked. But at the moment, the only thing that could possibly dampen her mood was the rain.
"Wow," Jack said sarcastically, "this is so much fun! I'm standing in the middle of the forest, cold, wet, and tired!"
"You're a cranky old man, aren't ya?" Mabel asked, kicking another puddle. "I thought you were the Guardian of Fun?"
"I am not a cranky old man!" Jack whined. "And I am the Guardian of Fun, it's just that this isn't so, I don't know, fun."
"So, you're the Guardian of fun, right?" Mabel said, waving off the rest of his comment. "Well if you're so fun, then actually try to focus on something other then snow and just kick back. Have some fun with someone other then a couple of kids that are six. Just focus on me and you and the fun we are having right now, at this very moment in time. Right now."
"What fun?" Jack demanded.
His reply was a splash of water to the face. Mabel laughed at him, her boot soaking wet from the puddle she had launched on to the winter spirit. The boy scowled at her as she skipped away, triumph written on her face.
Jack scowled. He bent over and picked up a handful of mud. It was nothing like snow. Snow was soft and cold and good for building. Mud was drippy and dirty and couldn't keep it's shape. He sighed, knowing that Mabel would find a way to kill him if he used snow. Mud was the best thing he had at the moment.
He smushed the wet dirt into the shape of a sphere. It was falling apart in his hands as rain poured down on it. Jack grunted and begged MiM it would stay in contact just long enough to hit its target...
The mud ball was launched at a smug brunette. She was disappointed Jack wasn't a fan of the rain, but she knew she couldn't please everyone. And apparently Jack was just another one that fell into everyone.
In fact, that was what her boy crazy stage had been about. There are millions of boys in the world. Only one was for her. Only one of those millions could be her true love, whom she had her happily ever after with. And every boy was like a moment- if you didn't get him right then, he would be gone.
She flirted with every boy she had ever met until her parents died. When they did, she realized that maybe love didn't exist. Maybe it was all a hoax. It was depression speaking, she knew it, but it still seemed true at the time.
Then, she came to a new, better realization. She was trying to hard to find love. She had been trying to force it. That wasn't right. Love came naturally, like the moon and the sun, the land and the seas, the Yin and the Yang. And she wasn't supposed to go out and find love, love was supposed to go and find her. And when love finally made its way to her, she would know in her heart who the guy would be the second she found him.
She hadn't found him yet. Even Mermando, her wonderful merman boyfriend (who she was pretty sure was now another ex, she didn't get bottles from him anymore), wasn't him. She just needed a little more time.
Something hit her in the back. Mabel yelped and toppled forward, landing face-first into a puddle of the horrible Gravity Falls mud. It was sticker then most mud, and the color of it was a very light brown. One of the many mysteries of Gravity Falls.
Mabel spat out a mouthful of the disgusting wet dirt. The distinct sound of laughter was heard from behind. Mabel flipped onto her back to see none other then Jack Frost pointing and laughing at her.
The twin wiped mud off of her face, glaring daggers at the winter spirit. Sometimes boys just needed to learn not to get a girl angry.
She formed a ball of her own out of the sticky mud and chucked it at Jack. It splattered all over his face, sending him back into a puddle of rainwater in surprise. Mabel snickered, pointing at the fallen boy.
"It's ON Mabel Pines!"
"Die, Jack, DIE!"
"You can't kill me!"
"Watch me!"
"Ah!"
Mabel splattered the boy with even more mud. The two teens were covered in mud, only speckles of skin, clothes, and hair showing from raindrops cleaning them.
Any bystanders saw an insane teenage girl running around in the yard, covered in mud, as blobs of the wet dirt would fling themselves at her. They would slowly walk away, glancing back nervously at the girl. Mabel saw a mud covered boy chasing her.
She darted behind a maple tree. Mabel giggled uncontrollably, hearing clumps of mud thwacking against the tree. Jack has amazing aim, she thought, letting the rain start to clean her off.
"Mabel, I know your there~!" Jack sang. "Come out, come out!"
The girl sucked in a breath as she felt the temperature drop twenty degrees. She bent her knees, preparing for an attack on the spirit. Her brain alerted her that was the most likely the oddest thing she had ever done, attacking a spirit with mud.
"BOO!"
"HI-YA!"
Mabel leaped from her hiding place, tackling Jack to the ground. She was also on the ground because of it, but she didn't really care.
She laughed as the water from the puddle they landed in splashed onto them. Mabel felt the mud melt off of her. The cold water refresher her slightly. She grinned down at Jack, of whom she had pinned his arms to the ground and had his legs trapped under her own.
"Do you surrender?" Mabel demanded.
"Never! I will not surrender!" Jack shouted, flailing his head around.
Mabel gave him a small smile. "You know, you kind of look sort of normal right now."
"Huh?"
"I dunno, it's just the mud made your hair brown." She briefly let go of one of his wrists to ruffle his hair. "All brown and wild and stuff. And you have on shoes and a jacket, and you left your staff by the Shack. So you kinda sorta look a teeny tiny bit normal."
"Oh." Jack replied. "Well, you look crazy. Your hair is all like," Jack struggled to free his hands to help him gesture. After realizing the attempt was fruitless, he said, "everywhere, and you have mud on your face, and you look like your gonna kiss me."
"Eww!" Mabel squealed, jumping off of Jack. "Boy cooties! That's gross!"
"Yeah, nod I'm the one that's immature!" Jack teased loudly, bouncing to his feet. "Yes, I'm free~!"
Mabel scoffed, crossing her arms and pouting. "I'm not immature! Whoa, like, total déjà vu right there!"
Yeah, so, I have big tests next week and the week after (stupid school) so I can't give any promises if I'll update. But I probally will cause pitch gives me nightmares when I don't. Stupid pitch and his obsession with my stories...
