Mabel's POV:
"Wow, I'll never be allowed to do that again." I laughed as I swiped off the leaves from my shoulder. I looked back at the golf cart, which was now on its side, the front completely destroyed by the tree I ran into.
Dipper rubbed the back of his head. "Ya think?"He shrugged. "Well, I guess we better tell Grunkle Stan about this."
My eyes widened. "No! If he ever heard about this, I wouldn't hear the end of it." I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. "Please. Let's just leave it here, okay?"
He thought for a moment, then sighed. "Fine. But only because it's for you."
I wasn't paying attention. When I had pulled him closer, our lip very nearly met. Now, that was all I could think about.
Dipper's expression became concerned. "Mabel?"
Suddenly, I slammed my lips into his. I couldn't help it. I wanted to so badly. Apparently he didn't because he pushed me away from him a second later.
"What the hey-hey, bro-bro?" I whined. I was really confused. Doesn't he love me?
Dipper looked around nervously. "Whew. No one saw us." He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned back to me. "What the hell was that about?" He asked in a angry tone.
I was taken aback by his tone. Why is he talking like this? Then I realized why.
We were in public. Anyone could easily see us and if they did, our lives would basically be over.
I hung my head. "I'm sorry, Dipper. I couldn't help myself."
He put his hands on my shoulders. "Listen, Mabel. I love you, more than any brother should, but we have to be careful."
I sighed. "Okay, fine." I was really disappointed that I couldn't kiss him. Or at least not right now.
Dipper smiled. "Besides, I gotta kick in your butt in Fight Fighters."
"Ha! You wish." I laughed, giving him a playful shove. "There's no way you're gonna beat me."
(Time Skip: 4:00 PM)
"I can't believe you beat me." I said, crossing my arms as we walked out of the now closed arcade. Dipper and I had decided to keep playing until closing. He won 71 times, while I only won 19 times.
"I did, didn't I." He couldn't help gloating. I sighed. But then I felt him put his arm around me. "But hey, at least I got to play it with my favorite person." I looked at him. He was smiling.
It took every ounce of my strength not to kiss him right then and there. Every time he had said or done something like that in the past, I had the same urge. I fought the urge for years because, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't kiss him, otherwise he might have hated me for life. But now that I knew he loved me, it was harder to resist.
"Mabel? You okay?" Dipper asked, concerned. Apparently, I had zoned out for a while.
With one swift move, I grabbed his shirt and yanked him into the back alley.
"Mabel? What's going on? Hey-"
He was cut off as I pushed into his. This time, he didn't struggle. When we broke the kiss, Dipper's expression became angry.
"Mabel! What did I say earlier?" He yelled.
I was taken aback. He NEVER yelled at me, unless I REALLY messed up.
I hung my head. "I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I can't stop myself." Tears began rolling down my face as I sat down on a nearby box.
Dipper sighed. "Look, Mabel. I'm sorry things are the way they are. I-I wish we could be together and no one will care." He kicked a rock on the ground out of anger. Then he started crying.
I was confused. I sniffled before asking: "Why are YOU crying?"
Dipper regained himself a bit. "Because you were."
I smiled. "Liar. You're just being a big baby." I teased.
"Yeah right, I'm too manly to be a baby."
I shrugged. "Well, if you can't defeat Multi-Bear, then we can't call you manly, now can we?"
That shut him up.
He smiled. "C'mon. Let's go home."
"Okay." I stood up and we started walking home.
(Time Skip: 5:28 PM)
Dipper's POV
"Whew! Finally home." Mabel said as she slammed the front door. It had been a long and tiring walk home. I wouldn't have been surprised if Mabel just gave up and decided to sleep in the forest for the night.
My thoughts ran wild. That would be great. Just her and I in the forest, together. No one to judge us, no one to see us. Just us, doing whatever we felt like.
I snapped back to reality just in time to see Grunkle Stan walk out of his room, quite a bit angry.
"Where have you kids been?" He shouted. "You've been gone all afternoon." He turned to Mabel. "Well?"
I froze. Why would Grunkle Stan ask Mabel? Usually he would ask me what happened. Unless...
He knows that something's up.
It hit me right in the chest, hard. It WAS kind of suspicious that we were gone that long, considering we told him we'd only be gone an hour. The reason he asked Mabel was because he wanted the truth out of us. I was decent at lying, but Mabel... not so much.
Now I was scared. Mabel just might crack and spill the beans about us being a couple now. I could only watch as Mabel thought for a few seconds about what to say.
"Um..." Mabel twirled her hair nervously. "Y'know, just going to the arcade, hanging out." She said with no confidence.
I mentally face palmed. God dammit, Mabel. Why do you have to be such a bad liar?
He then looked out the window. "And where's the golf cart?"
"Someone stole it." I said a bit too quickly.
Stan nodded as if he believed it, but the look on his face said otherwise. "Well, I hope you aren't doing anything... illegal. Because, you know, I don't want you kids to go to prison like I did. We clear?"
Mabel and I nodded simultaneously.
Stan smiled. "Good. Now make your Grunkle Stan some dinner."
Mabel's face lit up. "Oh yeah? And what if we don't?" She said in a playful tone.
"If you don't, you'll be in for a round of noogies!" Stan said as his hand balled into a fist. Mabel and I turned around and ran into the kitchen, laughing, with Grunkle Stan not far behind.
(Time Skip: 11:39 PM)
Stan's POV:
I opened my eyes for the fifth time that night. I groaned. My mind was not letting me go to sleep.I was thinking too much about those kids.
They lied to me twice today. I know it. They know I know it. I don't want to believe they're in a relationship, but with today combined with Mabel's Diary, it's the best conclusion I could draw up.
I didn't have any real evidence yet, but I needed to find some. I needed to prove this theory right or wrong before this gets out of hand.
If I'm wrong (which I hope I am), I can breathe a sigh of relief and punish them for anything they ACTUALLY did.
But if I'm right (and I hope not), I will have no choice. It'll break my heart to do it, but it'll be for the best.
I'll have to separate those kids.
Hilo everyone! It's me, the author (of this book, not the journals, obviously). I wanna know if you liked this chapter, so please review if you did.
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