Shorter one again, 542 words. This was inspired by a piece of fan art—we'll see if you can guess which one. Credit goes to the artist of said drawing; I don't wanna give it away.
Where's Mabel, you ask? Why right here! Bwop-wop! More WENDIPPPP HYPPEEEEE
Mabel had always known there was something up between her Wen-wen and Brobro during that fourth summer.
It started the day she'd first arrived with her brother back at the county seat of Roadkill County. Soos, for the third time, had welcomed the self-proclaimed Mystery Twins back with open arms. But also in attendance was Wendy. Normally, that wouldn't be considered weird, but she had a pattern of meeting up with the twins on the second day they were back in town. It had been so since the first summer, back when the two met her on the business day after they had first arrived.
She had stood there, smile wider than she had ever seen, waving vigorously for the two. When the two bus doors swiveled open, she had rushed over—and hugged Dipper. Well, hugged isn't strong enough a word. The correct term, in Mabel's eyes, was 'glomped' as Dipper's face was shoved a little too forcefully into Wendy's chest.
Of course, the redhead had tried her best to conceal her little actions towards Mabel's twin, but Mabel's eyes were sharper than 90's cartoon eagles. That is to say they were very sharp.
Dipper wasn't out of the doghouse, either. He seemed a little too enthusiastic upon meeting the lumberjack again. He'd racked up his minutes talking with the redhead weeks before they had even scheduled the trip. The collegiate girl had even come over a few times, and the disappearance of the two almost daily had begun to worry their mother as well as Mabel.
But this summer had all but sealed it.
Mabel had photographic evidence. Oh, did she have evidence. Dipper had always shoved her off, saying most mystery proofs weren't accurate unless provided with a concrete form of proof or photographic evidence.
Her iPhone didn't lie.
There, out by the Gravity Falls lake, on June 23rd, 2016. The sky was shimmering, the lake orange with the sunset, birds chirping and grasshopper singing.
And Dipper and Wendy kissing the hell out of each other.
Yep. It was all there. Just as Mabel had theorized from behind an inconspicuous bush disguise, the two had been in a secret relationship since the end of the previous summer. It all made sense, the common phone calls, the constant texting, the blushes whenever they were around each other, the innuendos... it all made sense.
And now, as she was watching, she couldn't help but feel pride in her swelling cheeks. His neck was outstretched, as he was still a little shorter than the college student at 16. She was mid-laugh, probably from one of his zingers about kissing before she herself initiated said kiss. Her arms were forward, elbows muddied and on the ground as she got a better footing on the shore.
Mabel felt a little dirty watching, but she was fine with it. After all, it took the Beta Twin long enough to get a girl of his own. I mean, it had only taken sixteen years. She remembered to take multiple photos and put them into a folder all to their own, titled "WenDip moments". She chuckled at her clever ship name before hunkering off into the woods behind her.
This was going to make such good blackmail.
