A/N: Another delightfully long chapter for you supportive readers! Thank you so much for enjoying!

MABEL POV

I stood at my locker, waiting, after Dipper left his. I was waiting for Per-diva, she would be coming down the hallway searching for Dipper in a matter of seconds. As the wonderful twin sister I was, I merrily wanted to ensure her humiliation so no damage could be done before she reached my brother. I leaned my shoulder against the locker beside mine; crossing my arms, and scanned my locker door's vast collage of pictures I've accumulated over the past six years or so. I looked through all the pictures that included both Pacifica and Dipper; it was irritating how much they danced around each other. Their dancing, of course, led to a miniscule amount of pictures of them being together, which pissed me off even more. Eventually, I selected a picture that was recent enough to show off Pacifica's matured body since puberty struck.

By the age of fifteen, the three of us had gone through significant changes. Dipper had arguably the most: his jawline became more prominent; his height sprouted nearly a foot and a half; his new participation in sports had him fill out his frame, as well. Needless to say, it was when he was in his prime and girls finally started to notice him around the halls. Pacifica claims to begin to have feeling for Dipper when we were seventeen, but my matchmaking powers sense it was long before then. I never actually asked her about it because she hates divulging personal things, unless she's confronted about it fair and square. 'Spin the bottle', 'Never Have I Ever' and 'Truth or Dare' are literally the only circumstances where she'll confess. I have to say, as her best friend in the entire universe, I'm personally offended. But, I can see where she comes from, an emotionally, or mentally, abusive household, sometimes physically, and she was forced by her parents to prevent telling anyone about her situation. Even today, she can't stand the sight or hearing of bells ringing.

I'm a little worried for Dipper when they get married, a wedding can't be a wedding without wedding bells. Yes… they will get married, I know their types and they're perfect for each other. Pacifica's type is… well; actually… no one is actually good enough for her. Yet, if I were in charge of her future relationships, and I am- no seriously, we had a legitimate agreement on this because Paz sucks at choosing good guys; all the guys she chooses are either not intellectually stimulating enough for her, or they are, but they only want her as a trophy. Anyway, if I were in charge, I'd declare her type to be extremely intelligent, sarcastic sense of humor, adventurous to the probability of death, somewhat awkward, caring and non-judgmental, and let's not forget; tall, dark and handsome. Obviously, we- I mean, I have high standards for her. It just so happens; her standards meet the description of Dipper. And I assure you, that was a major coincidence. As for Dipper, his type is perfection. That is not a coincidence. When we were fourteen, I asked Dipper what his type was. He told me "perfection" as he was gazing over at Paz playing piano, after we finished dinner in the Shack. I swear that boy's obviousness combined with Paz's obliviousness is going to be the death of me. Sometimes I just want to shove their faces together so they will kiss.

The clopping of high-heeled shoes on the tiled flooring tugged me away from my thoughts. I removed a magnet from the selected picture and kept it clamped in my hand as peered from the side of my locker door. I caught sight of Per-diva from down the hall. Her hazel eyes looking up and down the hallway for a Dipper who had left a few minutes prior. I hid my face from behind my door and pretended to be distracted by my unorganized pile of colorful binders with papers falling from inside them and poking out by various angles. I picked up a bright green one I used for AP Statistics and ran my finger along the spine; suddenly fascinated by the various stickers I created, with Coolpix markers Paz gave me for Christmas. I could feel Per-diva's scathing glare on my bright tie-dyed leggings I wore under my short overalls, she spotted me. I could feel a knowing smile grow on my lips as her high-heeled shoes came closer. I briefly wished Paz were here.

There were knocks on my already opened metal door; I looked up putting on my best expression for wonder. With my eyes wide and eyebrows raised, I saw Per-diva with a miniature scowl on her face. Her hazel eyes were blazing fire and her red lips pursed, she really needed to try a different color lip-gloss. I shook my head in bafflement.

"Perdita? What is up?" I felt my face shift to a faux warm smile as I playfully punched her arm.

Her eye twitched in resentment. She adjusted her Prada bag on her shoulder and flipped her curled ombre hair.

"Nothing. Where is Dipper?" Her French tipped nailed hand planted itself on her hip.

"He had a review today in Physics- preparation for college syllabuses. I'm bidding my time for when we can leave," I closed the door and heard the installed lock latch, "He didn't tell you?"

I crossed my arms and allowed an innocent, confused look form on my face. Her dangerous eyes narrowed.

"No, he didn't," she said venomously, enunciating each consonant clear as crystal and sharp as knives. I widened my eyes with sophomoric amazement.

"Really?"

"Okay, Mabel, cut the act. I know Dipper fucking told you we broke up." She jabbed a pointed finger at my chest. I rolled my eyes.

"Big deal." I commented nonchalantly.

"It is a big deal! Dipper Pines dumped me. Me of all people!"

Again, she jabbed at my chest. I began feeling a little offended.

"Whoa there, Per-diva. What exactly is so bad about my brother?"

I could feel the glances and looks of passersby in the halls. But, warmth in my face started to form.

"Well, for starters; he's never bothered to get to third base with me – "

"Maybe because you're not worth it!" I interrupted exasperatedly, my hands in the air, yet careful to not let go of my picture.

"Excuse you! But any guy would be lucky to have me in their bed! Especially Dipper!" Her hands were clamped at her sides. There were now people standing off to the side, watching.

"Any guy with low standards," there scattered gasps and chuckles, "And Dipper doesn't have those! Have you met the guy?! If anything; you should be lucky to be reach second base!"

I took the picture of Dipper and Pacifica and prepared to show Per-diva.

"Dipper is meticulous and an extreme perfectionist. The only reason why he even bothered with you is because you were his rebound, you idiot!"

I thought I heard a snarl from Per-diva when I said that.

"Well, if he's Mister Perfect, why didn't he have the balls to tell me himself?!"

I flung my arms out and gave a frustrated groan.

"He's got better things to do!" I hollered.

Laughter throughout the spectators became more apparent. Per-diva blushed and looked around, realizing the vulnerability of her social image, desperate for anything. I caught a glimpse of realization in her evil eyes and a smug smile formed.

"Right, like that skank Pacifica Northwest? As if, she's something better for him to do! Please! She's a figment of his imagination!"

She waved a hand in the air and gave a worried laugh.

My arms lowered, my eyes narrowed, my throat clenched, my jaw tightened and my hands were balled up to hide their shaking. My face was beet red and my vision was blurry from anger. The only thing I could think about was the way 'that bitch' would scream if I pounced and dragged her by her hair. I showed her the picture of Paz and Dipper by placing it a good six inches from her face.

"Pacifica Northwest is my best friend and ten times better than any fucking girlfriend you could possibly hope to be, bitch. Not one goddamn person deserves her- not even Dipper…" my voice was deathly quiet and Per-diva's face turned five shades paler, looking back and forth between me and the picture, "And you have ten seconds before I break your nose and your father from Beverly Hills has to buy you a new one."

She knew I wasn't playing. With a slight nod, she turned and quietly walked down the hallway, my arm with the picture lowered. The spectators, once realizing there was nothing going on anymore, scattered themselves. I immediately shoved the picture in my pocket and pulled out my phone. I pressed one and it speed dialed Paz. My hands were still shaking from rage. I placed the device on my ear and began walking to the attendance office. My phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"Mabel?"

As soon I heard Paz's voice I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God!"

"What? Mabes, are you okay?" her voice was filled with alarm.

"I am, I just really needed to have some comfort-talk."

'Comfort-talk' is something we came up with for whenever we reached our maximum anger, sad or stress level and we needed to talk it out. I firmly believe that it's better than six months of therapy.

"What hap- did you blow-up?" She stammered and fumbled over herself as she asked.

"Yes," I shook my head when I admitted it, as if I were ashamed, "Dipper's bitchy ex-girlfriend pissed me off."

There was a pause, and then I froze. Paz didn't know about Perdita.

Shit.

"Dipper… had a girlfriend?" Pacifica's voice became quiet and it was a bit too high.

My chest tightened when I realized she was hurt.

"Shit. Yes. I'm sorry, I should have told you but Dipper swore me not to tell you because he thought you'd get mad."

I reached the attendance office door and swiftly opened it.

The lady at the desk, Ms. Grey, lifted her head, saw it was only me and smiled. I smiled back. Placing my hand over the speaker of my phone, I said Dipper and I were both at school. She nodded and marked us so we wouldn't be absent.

"Why would Dipper think I'd get mad? You didn't tell that I… you know." Paz questioned on the other side of the line.

I nodded gratefully to Ms. Grey and exited the office, starting to roam among the hallways.

"No, of course I didn't. He just… didn't really like her… and Dip thought you wouldn't appreciate him playing her like that."

I heard a rumble and figured Paz was nodding.

"Even though she was a bitch," I added, she laughed lightly.

"If he didn't like her, why did he date her anyway?"

I felt my mouth become dry and difficult to talk. I began mouthing words that I wanted to say, but couldn't.

"Mabes?"

I let a suppressed whine.

"Mabel, tell me!" She begged.

Taking a deep breath, I began reasoning with myself.

If I tell her, Dipper will be mad. If I don't, she will be mad. If I do, the probability of them being a couple will sky rocket. If I don't, it'll never happen. Familial love is eternal; Dipper will always love me. Pacifica holds grudges like heck and she'll never get over this and live a lifetime of misery and never be united with Dipper, the love of her life and her eternal soul mate.

If I don't tell her, we'll never be sisters… and with that; I've made my decision.

"I'll tell you, but you have to swear to me three things," I offered.

"What?" her voice was sharp, desperate and suspicious all in one.

"One, you can't tell Dipper I already told until he tells you. Two, you have to at least kiss him this summer, intensely. And three, from now on you have to tell me everything I ask of you without the reliance of 'Spin the Bottle', 'Never Have I Ever', and 'Truth or Dare',"

There was a pause as I crossed my fingers and bit my bottom lip.

"Question; what exactly do you mean at least kiss him intensely?"

I could here her heartbeat and feel the warmth of her blush from Oregon.

Subconsciously, I began swaying my arms and doing my awkward walk I did when I fake pretended there wasn't something sneaky on my mind. Ignored the curious looks from other students in the hallways.

"Let's just say, that this summer, the minimum amount of physically sexual displays of affection you can give him is an extremely hot, sexy kiss on the lips. That, my beautiful sunset of a friend; is what I mean, by 'at least kiss him intensely'."

I heard her sigh.

"Jesus Christ, Mabel,"

"It's mandatory for only once, I mean, don't exhaust yourself,"

"Wow, you're so considerate," she said flatly.

"Just say yes. Please! The fate of you future depends on it," I whined.

There was a frustrated groan.

"All right. Fine! Fine. I'll make out with your brother despite the fact he has no interest in me,"

I figured she was thinking that I was mocking her.

"Paz, just say you promise,"

"I promise,"

I did I miniature victory dance and fist pumped the air.

"Yes! Ok, ok. I'll tell you," I took a deep breath, "I'm so happy, oh my God I can't tell you how exci – "

"Just fucking tell me, Mabes!"

"Okay! Jeez… the reason why Dipper dated this chick, Perdita, is because he was using her as a rebound to get his mind off the girl he actually had feelings for. This girl, just so happens to be you. He likes you Paz," I began dragging out my sentences to ensure she understood. "I mean, seriously likes you. He's head over heels."

Again, there was a long silence.

"Seriously?" I heard a crack in her voice and knew she was attempting to suppress a smile and laugh.

"One hundred percent," There a muffled squeal of laughter and for a second thought it was Waddles.

"Wanna hear something funny?" I asked, shaking my head remembering Saturday night.

"Yes! Absolutely!"

"Remember Saturday night? Dipper called you?"

"Yeah?" She sounded confused.

"Well, I don't know what kind of sorcery you have on him. But by the end of the call he had an erection."

Before I could finish my sentence I doubled in laughter. I looked around the hallway and walked toward the nearest exit. Once I opened the metal door, I made my way to Dipper's car. All the while, both Pacifica and me laughing our asses off.

"Oh my God, really?!" I heard Paz ask, her breathing in stitches.

I nodded, tears streaming down my face.

"Yeah!"

I reached Dipper's Volkswagen Golf and plopped my book bag on the hood. Leaning against it, I kept my phone pressed against my ear.

"Well, at least I'm not the only one that get aroused over the phone,"

With that, I howled again in laughter. My cheeks wet with tears.

I lifted my head, trying to catch my breath. My laughter instantly faltered as soon as I took notice of a six-foot, muscular figure with tattooed arms and a curious expression walking towards me.

"Shit," I said promptly.

My heart stopped and I suddenly grabbed my phone with two hands.

"Paz, I need to go,"

"Why?" her breathing was still heavy from laughter.

"You know who is coming. I gotta go," Dipper was all of a sudden three feet away from me, "Okay, see you soon. Love you lots. I'll tell Dipping Sauce you said 'Hi'. Keep out of trouble! Love you, bye!"

Dipper came in front of me directly after my rabbling good-bye to Paz.

I hung up and shoved my phone in my pocket. His eyebrows scrunched together and he pointed vaguely to where my phone was, car keys in his hand.

"Who was that?"

I wiped my tears from laughing off my cheeks.

"Oh, you know… just your future wife," I responded with a shrug.

He looked up, reminiscing what I just said.

I snatched the car keys from his hand and unlocked the car, grabbing my bag. I opened the car door and threw my bag in the backseat. I sat myself in the passenger seat and began to close the door. Before I could, Dipper sprung himself over. He stood himself between me, and the door, holding it so I couldn't close it.

"What do you mean 'my future wife'?"

It took all my will power to not giggle.

A/N: Mabel is by far my favorite character to write: i just love her so much!