Summary: "For sixteen years, I hid who I really was. I covered it up with boy crazy obsessions and so many other things. I think I was really lying to myself too, sometimes. Just because I was scared." Mabel's POV, and a twist to why she's so obsessed with boys. Some Mabifica.

First of all, this is my first Gravity Falls fanfic. I'm working on many others, but this is the only one I have published.

This is an idea I had when I started thinking about how I Mabifica. At first I was working on writing a scene for this couple on another story (unpublished one) but then I started thinking about how boy-crazy Mabel is in the show.

I could have just said she was bi or pan or something, but I saw a story idea and decided to take it.

So, enjoy!

Everyone I'm close to sees me as Mabel, this cheerful, sweet, boy crazy girl. Even people I don't know well see me as that.

They're right about all of that, except one thing.

I'm not boy crazy.

Everyone thinks I am. Grunkle Stan ignores it. Grunkle Ford just doesn't care or understand. Dipper is annoyed by it. Wendy thinks it's stupid. Soos just doesn't get it. Dad hates it. Mom loves to tell me stories about when she was my age and how she was exactly the same.

But, honestly, I couldn't care less about boys.

They make good friends. Dipper is my best friend, and he's obviously a boy. And the guys in Wendy's friend group are pretty cool too.

It's just . . . the entire time I've been growing up, it's always boy+girl=everything. I never heard of two princesses or two princes. I never read a story where True Loves Kiss wasn't between a boy and a girl who didn't even know each other.

I always thought that's how it was, you meet a random guy and he's your True Love. I thought that was how it worked.

Eventually, I grew up and realized that wasn't true.

I also realized it didn't have to be a guy.

Yep, you read that right! Me; Mabel Pines, the girl who's famous for liking boys, the one who tried to erase the memories of summer romances frm her mind once, who is obsessed with boy bands and pink; is lesbian.

I honestly wasn't sure about it for a long time. But by the time I reached third grade pretty much every girl was talking about which boy you like, does he like you, how cute is he. Boys, boys, boys.

I didn't like any boys, but I couldn't say that. Even thinking about it, I felt weird. Like there was something wrong with me.

So I pretended to like a boy. And then another boy, and another. And then boy-crazy Mabel was born!

Or at least, she was to everyone but me.

I never liked any of them. Boys didn't matter to me, at all. But as I fell deeper into the charade I realized I had trapped myself. I ended up just hoping I would find my 'Prince Charming' eventually.

I didn't. Boy after boy after boy, but I never liked any of them.

In Gravity Falls, I was hoping that if I had an epic summer romance that crashed and burned I could convince people once and for all that I liked boys, and then stop the charade because I was 'broken-hearted'.

Some stuff probably doesn't make sense now. Like why I handed over the love potion to those illusions of my old 'crushes' or why I tried to erase my memories of them or why I wanted to keep Sev'ral Timez.

The answers are actually simple.

I do genuinely love boy bands, and Sev'ral Timez were so nice and sweet! I liked them, but not romantically. I only handed over the love potion because Dipper was there. It was what was expected, and my entire life I've only done what's expected. And I wanted to erase my memories because I felt like I was betraying myself. My entire love life was a lie. And I hated it, I hated it so much. I just wanted to forget it all.

But I can't.

A part of me honestly didn't want to know why I didn't like any boys. If I admitted the truth, it would be like I was admitting I was different, that something was wrong with me. I never heard a story about two girls who were in love. It was as though it never happened, like it was something bad.

So I lied to myself, over and over again. I said I liked boys until I almost believed it. I didn't realize why it felt like I wasn't being honest until I was sixteen, when Pacifica came out.

Sounds crazy, right? But Pacifica had changed a lot after Weirdmageddon, and for the better. She was my friend, but I was still shocked when she said she was gay.

I actually found out because I went over to her house and found her crying in her garden.

"Pacifica?" I asked, sliding up on the bench next to her. "Paz, what's wrong?"

"I just told my parents I'm lesbian."

"You're . . ." I trailed off, surprised. But for some reason I felt my heart skip a beat, like I was happy about that for some reason.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Anyways, they don't support me. At all."

"I'm sorry Paz," I whispered, putting a gentle arm around her and hugging her. She accepted it, although she was still crying. "What made you decide to tell them?"

She hesitated, then pulled out of the hug.

"I can show you, but promise you won't hate me?"

I nodded slowly, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me.

And before I knew what was happening I had kissed her back, and suddenly it made sense. This was why I never liked boys. This was why I always felt weird when we talked about our 'crushes' on them.

I liked girls.

She pulled back, looking nervous, but smiled a bit at seeing the look on my face.

"So . . . how do you feel about this?" she asked, a bit scared.

I kissed her again.

That was what made me realize it. After that, Pacifica and I started dating, and it was great. But now I had to tell my family, and I was a bit nervous.

But they were amazing. Grunkle Stan just said, "At least I don't have to hear any more boy problems from you." Grunkle Ford was okay with it, and Wendy said I was who I was, and she was glad I was being honest with myself.

Dipper was the best though.

"Dipper, I'm lesbian."

"I know."

"You what?!"

"I'm not an idiot Mabel, I see how you look at Pacifica," he looked up from his book and smiled at me. "And I think it's great."

I actually laughed, then pulled him in for a hug. Then he added, "And Stan owes me ten dollars."

For sixteen years, I hid who I really was. I covered it up with boy crazy obsessions and so many other things. I lied to myself too. Just because I was scared.

But now...it was incredible. And I didn't feel like I was weird or there was anything wrong with me. In fact, I felt happier than I ever had before. I was finally being honest with not just other people, but with myself. I felt oddly free.

I'd finally dropped the act, the mask.

This is who I am.

Done! Somehow, it was surprisingly easy getting this story out. I'm going through writer's block, so I'm just happy this idea was easy to write.

Please review! I'd love to know what people thought, constructive criticism is appreciated.

-Creator of Magic