Warning! I do not own Gravity Falls or any of its characters! Sorry for the delay, but between school work and everything else going on in my life I haven't had much time to just sit and write. I will continue all my stories; however updates will become even more random. (So no real change there) Anyway without further delay, chapter 4!
"Stupid Al! Why does he always have to ruin everything?" Wendy muttered as she walked the dirt road leading to her house. She still couldn't believe that her brother went behind her back to get her a job at the Mystery Shack. If it had been anyone else she would have been grateful, but with Al it was different. Ever since they were kids her older brother was always trying to 'help' Wendy when ever he could. Whether it was doing her chores for her when she wasn't looking or slipping money into her piggy bank when he thought no one was watching. Growing up all Wendy ever wanted was a chance to show Al that she could take care of her self. Then before she could get the chance he just left without even saying goodbye. Her father was never the same afterwards, and as oldest child still living at home, Wendy was left to pick up the slack.
As Wendy walked up the front porch she could hear raised voices shouting from inside. She sighed as she turned the knob and opened the door.
"I told you never to set foot in this house again!" Manly Dan shouted from where he stood, fists clenched, in front of the fire-place oblivious to the fact that his daughter had just entered the room.
"I had no place left to turn!" Al pleaded. "Rich and Jane are dead and no ones heard from Paul in months!"
"That's not my problem." Her dad replied turning his back on his son.
"I could say I'm disappointed but I'm not." Al began walking towards the door. He glanced briefly at Wendy before turning around. "I hope you at least have the decency to tell Wendy the truth. Or are you to much of a coward for that?"
"Get out!" rage clearly echoed throughout her father's voice.
"Gladly." Al replied as he passed Wendy and walked out of the house.
"What was he talking about? What have't you told me?" She asked once Al was gone.
"I don't want to talk about it." Manly Dan replied as he began walking out of the room.
"But…" Wendy began.
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" Her father exclaimed over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen.
Wendy knew once her father said he didn't wait to talk about something, there was no convincing him otherwise. That left only one way to find out what he was hiding. And she wasn't happy about it.
Two hour later Wendy was climbing out her window to avoid detection from her father. She knew he'd ground her for the rest of the summer if he found out she was going to visit Al but they were hiding something. An she was going to find out what. The sun had set an hour ago so Wendy's search was limited to the beam of her flashlight. In theory all she needed to do was follow her brother's footprint and she'd find him eventually. His tracks went half a mile down the road before the abruptly stopped. She was just about to give up and try again in the morning when she saw them. She'd know those old boots anywhere. And now there they were, poking out of the bushes.
"Al!"
I think I'll end it there for now. Well what do you think? As usual feel free to message me with any questions, comments, or suggestions. Thanks for reading!