So…in case some of you dudes and dudettes don't know this, but my older brother has an account on here. Codylabs is his name. He writes a lot of Gravity Falls. We both love Wendt.

And I love Gravity Falls. I especially think Wendy is awesome. No, I KNOW Wendy is awesome.

I leeched a lot of inspiration from Wendy for Veronica.

They're the same person in my eyes.

Also, Veronica keeps trying to steal the spotlight. So…she might show up a bit more then I intended. I hope you like her as much as I do, because we'll be getting a lot of her.

"THIS is your safe house?" Keith sneered, blinking at the shack.

"You got a better area other then your easily-tracked child-hood house?" Veronica tossed back over her shoulder.

"Touché." Keith frowned, shifting deeper into his seat.

"That's another reason why we broke up; she's got too many good points." Shiro grumbled.

Keith glancing at his brother accusingly.

"Not my fault you couldn't handle them." Veronica sneered, opening up the door. "Got the dog, Keith?"

Keith produced the rabid dog, who immediately was so joyful of being released that he decided to bite the closest thing to him; Keith.

Keith blinked as the dog sank his jaws into his finger, but he ignored the pain and looked up at the horrified expressions of his comrades.

"What?"

"Keith…uh…doesn't that hurt?" Shiro asked, the expression on his face spelling out disturbed.

"Oh…good point. No biting, Brosh. No biting." Keith slapped the dog's muzzle.

"Are you sure you're immune?" Veronica gapped.

"Is 9-1-1 an option?" Matt's finger was already trained over the call button, the three numbers already entered into his phone.

"Um, of course I'm immune. I'm pretty sure being bitten by a rabid coyote three times would have repercussions if I wasn't immune…"

"Dude." Matt glanced at Shiro, frowning. "Your brother is creepy."

Keith, literally, bristled, all the visible hair standing on end. "We're not brothers!"

"But I can see the family resemblance…" Matt frowned, forming a frame around them. "You both have black hair, and…uh…"

"Dorky personalities." Veronica finished.

"Yes! That!"

"I was talking about you and your sister."

Matt stood baffled for a minute. "Hey, wait a-!"

"Matt, there's a kennel out back, I think. It's red, mind getting it?" Veronica snapped her fingers, pointing towards the back wall of the house. "It's outside."

Matt scampered off.

Keith was pretty sure he, too, had a crush on Veronica. Actually, now that he thought about it, did all of them like her?!

"Shiro, there's dog food upstairs." She pointed up. "Again, the entrance to the upper levels is outside."

"Question;" Shiro began, before pausing.

"What?"

"Why do you have all this dog stuff?"

"I may or may not help new students hide their pets until they find a decent hiding spot for them…"

"Didn't your older brother used to do that?"

"Mmhmm. It's a McClain family trade. We love animals."

"McClain?" Keith scoffed, glancing up. "I met a kid with that last name once. Of course, at the time, I didn't know that was his last name. He made fun of my hair."

"Oh, yeah. That's my bro, Lance. He has a thing against the 1980's. Now, shoo, Shiro."

Shiro shrugged, walking out simply.

"Why does your brother have a thing against the 1980's?" Keith scoffed, frowning.

"I have no idea. Between you and me, mullets are cool. Also, fingerless gloves. Fingerless gloves rule, man. If you ever find a pair, wear them like your life depends on them."

Keith perked up, grinning. "My Dad had fingerless gloves! I don't think they'd fit me, though. At best Shiro would be able to wear them."

"Dang it. Fingerless gloves rock."

"I know, right?" Keith agreed.

"But, dude, never wear fingerless gloves if you have no fingers. They won't stay put, and it'll look plain weird."

"What if I get a robot arm?"

"Still don't." Veronica chuckled. "What if the robot arm had rad powers, like it lights up with energy pulses? Preferably purple. I love purple. It'll melt the glove."

"I'm trying to imagine Shiro with the arm…" Keith squeezed his eyes shut, thinking hard.

Veronica joined in with him, smirking. "Mmmm…can't see it. I can, however, picture him with a floating metal arm…"

"I prefer the light-up arm."

"Have you ever had those light-up shoes as a kid? It reminds me of that, somehow."

"What if it made the light saber noise?"

"Dude, good call."

"Here's the kernel!" Matt plopped the kernel down in front of Keith, who pushed the puppy inside it.

"And here's the dog food." Shiro dropped the bag in front of him. "What's this about lightsabers?"

Keith and Veronica shared a look, grinning.

Keith poured the food into a bowl that Veronica had pushed him. Honestly, he had noticed how, despite being in a kernel, the others still kept a far distance from Brosh, eyeing him warily.

He finished dumping the food, pushing it to Brosh who ate it excitedly.

"Should I put more in there? I mean, who know when we'll visit again." Keith pointed out, glancing at the dog.

Matt mumbled something about how it'd be best if the dog died, and Shiro nudged him.

"I can come everyday." Veronica pointed out. "I'll need some of those heavy-duty gloves, but I'd do it. And remember that education I mentioned? I can bring you out here myself and claim that I'm 'teaching' you."

"Deal!" Keith agreed.

"Guys…" Shiro sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You can't stop us!" Veronica mocked, beaming, heading for the door.

"Well, this was fun." Matt stretched. "Up way too late past my bedtime… but we should do this again sometime."

"No-!" Shiro began, but was interrupted.

"Whatever." Keith shrugged, smiling.

"Yeah, I guess so." Veronica grinned, winking at Keith. "It was fun. And the little guy gets shotgun."