Spoiler for Dipper's real name (revealed in the third journal). If you didn't know it before and don't want it spoiled here, I suggest you look it up first.

Chapter 2 They started it

It was deserved.

It. Was. Deserved! She crossed her arms and scowled, he hair going everywhere as she leaned against the cold stone wale of the holding cell she was twice familiar with. It was completely deserved. Those two better be in their own holding cells. They started everything! She stared at the wall and stuck out her tongue.

"Here again Miss Pines?" The man who had introduced himself as Warden Joseph asked, picking up a piece of paper that had the details of the "incident". His eyes widened.

"Maybe I like it here." Mabel said with a smirk.

"It's cozy, just like home."

"Maybe it's because you're a teenager. Teenagers are always up to something."

"I'm innocent." She interjected.

"That's a teenager phrase."

"It seems pretty common a phrase for everyone when they were falsely accused."

"Report says you beat up two eighth graders." She nodded.

"Report says."

"And did you?" She nodded again, with a smile.

"So you're not falsely accused are you miss?"

"They started it."

"Alright, now that's a teenager phrase." She shrugged.

"Okay, that's fair. But I'm serious. Where's Dipper?" The Warden looked confused.

"You mean your brother Mason?" She snorted.

"Absolutely not I don't mean my brother Mason. I mean my brother Dipper. Say it with me Warden. Dipper."

"Dipper." He muttered, not amused.

"What do you have against teenagers, Warden Joseph?" She asked, straightening her long, thick hair.

"Easy, my son's one. Now Mabel, why'd you attack those two girls?"

"I was provoked." He grinned, and for a second she smiled back uneasily, wondering if he was about to mock her. She should have known that he wasn't the kind of person.

"Good answer, actually your story checks out. Which is good because this place isn't really suited for someone like you." She snorted again.

"I could fix it up. I've got some posters that would make this place look homey." He laughed now,

"It's not supposed to look homey. This is a holding cell." He unlocked the door and she stood and stretched.

"No, really, I'll bring them next time I come."

"I hope I never see you again." He laughed.

"You shouldn't be spending your time cooped up in a cell. Maybe go play outside." She winced and wordlessly went out to her brother.

He had his things and hers and sighed.

"How familiar are we going to get with this place?"

"I don't know, depends on what I decide to do next. You alright?" He looked a little worse for wear, his eye was black and his shirt was dirty.

"Yeah of course. You didn't have to do that-" She straightened to her centimeter taller height and looked at him.

"Of course I did."

Earlier that day...

"Come on! Mom says we have to go get fresh air."

"Then mom should send us back to Oregon." She grumbled, closing the laptop they'd been given as a joint birthday present. He laughed.

"I think we've had enough fresh air, all in all. Want to hit the book store?"

"Is the air in there fresh?"

"Nah, but it smells like books." He got that dreamy look in his eyes he had whenever he talked or thought about books. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you even have money?"

"Of course. And I'll treat you to a pastry if you don't complain or tell mom where we're going."

"She'll find out when you come home with a billion books, dork." She teased. He laughed.

"Come on. Let's get fresh air." The bookstore was within walking distance, and as soon as they arrived she took two of his dollars and went off to the little coffee shop area for a chocolate pastry. She was just eating it and looking at the adult coloring books (a concept which delighted her) when she heard a commotion over by the reference books.

"Hey look, it's that guy from school. Dipstick."

"It's Dipper." She heard her brother protest, he wasn't the pushover he once had been. He fought back now.

"It's whatever we say it is loser." Another girl snarled. Then Mabel heard a stack of books fall to the ground and she left her pastry on the nearest shelf and ran, her standard black flats slapping against the floor boards.

Dipper was on the ground gathering up books about the paranormal. One of the two girls, a slender girl who wore tight t-shirts and clearly had on too much makeup, snickered at his hunched over body and kicked him even father down.

"That's it. Don't mess with my brother." Mabel growled.

The rest of the fight was a blur.

"So I'm grounded..." Mabel sighed, flopping on her bed.

"I know. I was there. I am too." His new stack of books was piled on the bed table between them, right by the light. There was a lot of stuff about paranormal activity.

"Do you actually think we'll find that again?" She asked, glancing at them."

"Huh?" He looked up from one of those books.

"I mean, this is Piedmont, not Gravity Falls. Do you really think that interesting things will keep happening?"

"Well, we've been to prison two times in the past month."

"That's true. But paranormal things?" He thought for a second and smiled.

"Of course! They have to, we haven't even met a vampire yet." She laughed and threw a pillow at him.

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Mm hm, thanks. Now shut up I'm trying to read."