Stoned

(note: I've recently read Spaced and kinda wanted to try a chapter with my own version of the college experience for the Dipster. Plus Yesterday was the year aniversary of this stupid story's existance so this is kinda a celebratory chapter I guess.)

It's about a year since they finally moved back to Gravity Falls to run the Shack, but Dipper and Mabel have realized that, people aren't gonna wanna visit for the rest of their lives, and many o' colleges have sent acceptabce letters in the past few months for both twins. Although if they go to separate colleges, it could put a dent in their more-than-platonic relationship. Although they promised themselves to always keep in touch, Dipper's more worried about this than Mabel would ever be. It's too late though, as they've already handed over ownership of the Mystery Shack to Soos. Thought he might enjoy being boss for once. Also, Dipper's already accepted his entrance into the best damn technical school the United States has to offer, and Mabel's going to a Fine Arts college just an hour away. Which is fine, because it means that visits can be arranged.

M:"So Dip, how you feelin about college bro-bro?"

D:"Thought I'd feel more excited, but the past year with you has been great, and I'm afraid to lose this."

M:"There's no way I'm goin' anywhere. I'll still be here for you, just an hour away."

D:"Do you think Soos will be okay?"

M:"Well if you're asking do I think he'll continue to run this old Shack by himself untill we're finally finished with college? No, probably not. Do I think that he'll do fine without us? Yeah, possibly."

D:"Well I just hope this doesn't tear us apart."

M:"It won't, we have the sibling and lover's bond. Nothing can break us."

D:"If you say so Mabes."

He pecks her lips for about 2 seconds.

M:"I do say so, and know so."

It's been quite a while longer since then. Almost a year. It's the second semester. Dipper's having major anxiety and dealing with a little, okay no, a lot of depression. Mabel's not been talking to him for the past two weeks and it's taking a horrible toll on him. He smokes the good kush almost daily, with his roommate Myles. It's supposed to be a "coping mechanism", but really it just makes him numb so he doesn't have to deal with his feelings for a while.

My:"Dude, I'm a little worried about you lately. two months ago, you still wouldn't touch a bit of the devil's lettuce. Now, if you're not smoking green, you're not doing much else. You doing okay man?"

D:"Why should you be worried, I'm not your problem, just your roommate."

My:"Yo, Dipper, chill. I'm not just your roommate, I thought we got past you hating me already?"

D:"What? I never hated you."

My:"Oh really? Anytime you caught a glimpse at me the first few months your face scrunched up like you wanted to vomit."

D:"Dude, you're exaggerating. I've never hated you, just didn't really think your hobby was all that great."

My:"Buuut now you do it more than me. You're stoned off your gourd like twenty four seven man. You seriously got some problems whether you feel like explaining them or not."

D:"Okay, well my grades have gone to shit, a certain important person doesn't talk to me anymore, and I have no self esteem left. Now why else would I smoke so much?"

My:"Point taken, but seriously. There anything I can do to help? Have you tried to talk to said person without waiting for them to do it first?"

D:"You know, I've been high so much I never really thought that'd work."

There's a quick pause while Dipper strains his bloodshot eyes trying to focus on the five point eight inch screen from his iPhone 7 Plus. And send. A few minutes go by.

D:"Nothing. Wonder why I thought it wouldn't work."

His phone lights up, revealing the lockscreen photo of him and his sister slash girlfriend wearing matching Christmas sweaters in front of their house in Cali, where it somehow magically snowed that year.

D:"Huh? Maaaan I thought for sure she wouldn't reply."

He reads the message silently to himself.

"Hey Dip, I'm soooo sorryyy, I've been super busy, this college life is no joke. Should I come visit? Wait- why am I even asking, of course I should."

D:"Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I don't know if I can handle her visiting. I wanna see her really badly, but not in the state I'm in. I'm almost in a different realm, and I've got scratches all on my arms, plus she doesn't know about how terrible I'm doing in school either. I never wanted to force my problems onto her."

My:"Dipper, if there's one thing you'll ever learn, it's to take any help you can get, even if it means letting the person you love know how broken you are. You just let her take care of you, we both know she will."

Myles has always been told about Mabel, but has never seen her nor does he know the horrible half of the double relationship. If Myles sees how similar they are, he'll freak. Dipper's not thinking about this of course, he's blazing harder than the deepest pit of Hell.

D:"I just- I can't. She's going to find out by herself, but I can't show her myself and be upfront about it."

My:"It'll be better if you do it. Just sayin' man."

D:"I know, I know. I just can't bring myself to face her like this. Wait. Shit. I just realized."

Dipper stayed quiet. Although his mind's foggier than it's ever been, he's just made the connection. Myles, Mabel. In the same room. Not good. Definitely, not good.

D:"Fuck. You gotta- You gotta leave. You can't see Mabel."

My:"Why? You're freaking me the fuck out dude."

D:"You just can't... She's gonna be here in twenty minutes, go smoke with Mackenzie upstairs or something. I don't care, just go."

My:"Fine, fine. Whatever dude I'll go."

Myles walks out the door heading towards the third floor's set of stairs. He notices a brunette walking in his direction, he figures she's going where he just came from. As she gets closer, the less he's able to process, because it seems like that isn't just Dipper's girlfriend... Myles runs up the stairs, hoping she doesn't notice, or at least just doesn't care.

My:"What. The. Fuck. Dipper. Shit, shitshitshitshit. My roommate's a fucking weirdo. Okay, okay. Not so quick to judge. Just calm yourself Myles, maybe you're overreacting, or the weed's hitting too hard. I need to lie down. Go to sleep maybe. I have to respect this secret at least, if it is what I think it is. Be cool."

Myles opens the door to his girlfriend's dorm, and flops to floor. Guess he wasn't so cool about this after all.