Just as a warning there will be eventual Dipcifica (though this is definitely Mabel's story) and some OC/Mabel romance (No spoilers about that) and maybe some Candy/OC romance... Dunno. Fourteen chapters, and taking suggestions.

Chapter 1-The boy can witness

She wouldn't intentionally blow up the Home economics kitchen. Well, not unless she was fighting a demon, crazy puppet, or boredom. But really, this time it was an accident. Like really, an actual accidental accident. Dipper was there. He could've told you, could've told anyone. Actually, he was giving his testimony right now. And she was in a holding cell. She'd heard Miranda's rights and was honestly tired of the whole ordeal.

She could've been home!

Doing homework! She snorted.

Okay, not doing homework. Waiting until Dipper was done doing his super advanced gifted program homework, so he could dumb down hers. He was always nice about it, but it was always a little demeaning all the same. Except...

There was one homework assignment she was looking forward to doing, for creative writing class. After her time in Gravity Falls' her imagination had doubled and she was more than capable of writing wild stories. Her assignment? Write a fictitious (Dipper word) tale of your summer vacation. And, to be honest? She was actually going to write about a summer that wasn't hers. Something... Fictitious. But not now. Now she had been separated from her belongings, her brother, her pig. Everything except one thing.

Her knitting.

She was making a sweater for Dipper. It was supposed to be a secret but he'd known it for months. A pine tree under a sky full up with the big Dipper. An ambitious project sure, but she'd made almost every sweater she wore, so why not? Besides. She had time to kill.

A 20 to life maybe, if they didn't believe that it was an accident.

If they didn't believe that her quiche had simply lost it's mind and exploded. She hated quiche anyway. No one really likes quiche. She frowned and missed a stitch.

"Alas, woe is me... I have failed my family..." She moaned. Today really was a crummy day. And she'd had here fair share of those. Where was Dipper? They weren't going to blame him were they? The stupid boy wouldn't possible take the blame. In fact she could mentally hear him arguing for the freedom of them both, though they technically couldn't be released, whether guilty or innocent, until one or more of their parents or subsequent (Dipper word) legal guardians arrived to pick them up. Because they had definitely missed the bus.

"Ah what's the matter sunshine?" A guy asked, coming in and hearing her pout. She was defensive, but she usually was these days. She still wanted the friendship of everyone around, and saw the good in most everyone, but had been lied to enough to make her wary.

"Just knitting problems."

"How'd they let you keep those?" The guy asked.

"I don't know. Guess they knew the face of an innocent girl when they saw it."

He chuckled.

"Yeah well I believe you. Actually you and your brother are free to go." She raised an eyebrow.

"Really? That's it? Not even going to check my backpack for bombs?"

"All we found were stickers and a grappling hook. We advise against taking the grappling hook to school, but otherwise..." She gave him her best, I like you smile and stuck out a hand for shaking after he unlocked the door to her cell.

"I'm Mabel Pines."

"Nice to meet you, Warden Joseph, I doubt I'll be seeing more of you. You look like a good kid." She smiled and shrugged, gathering her knitting up into her arms and running out to reunite with Dipper.

Later that night she filled in Grunkle Stan the details about her arrest, and they shared a good long laugh.

And then Dipper explained her pre-algebra homework.

Yay.

Maybe she should have blown up that class room instead...

Tell me if you think I'm writing her OOC (out of character), but this chapter was fun to write!