A/N: The next chapter of Gravity Bumps is here; this is not affected by my pole; it's just a chapter that's really late.
Those who've seen "The Haunting Hour: Don't Think About It" should get a kick out of this chapter
Disclaimer: I don't own everything; R. L. Stine, Alex Hirsch and Disney own everything in this fic.
The Mystery Shack was decorated in various party decorations, mainly ones from the eighties From the eighties disco-dance-floor, to the disco-ball, and various streamers of that age. Mabel and Wendy were messing around with the silly string, while Stan was supervising Soos, whom was setting up the stage.
Dipper was up in the attic, a laptop atop his lap, and a video chat primed and ready.
The window lit up with three faces, the first was a fair skinned brunette wearing a purple tank top on the left , with a light skinned, dark haired male teen wearing a black t-shirt to the right, and a middle aged man with dark hair, square glasses wearing a black sweater in the middle of the two.
"Is it working," the bespectacled man asked, "I swear, technology grows to fast for my liking." He gave a sigh, before a gaze of enlightenment adorned his face."Oh, Ghost Channel, a town where a special channel is blocked due to a spirit living inside it," he ducked out of view of the camera, where the only sign that he was there was the sound of drawers opening and closing, "where is that pen and paper pad when I need it?"
Dipper covered his mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to burst out of him. That was his dad, on one train of thought before he hijacks it to "Goosebumps Central".
The girl was silently chuckling as she covered her mouth, shaking her head. It took a moment before the boy spoke up.
"Dippin' Dot, how's scenic nowhere," he had a teasing look on his face, "no evil dummies trying to kill you?"
Rolling his eyes, Dipper gave his retort to the teen, "If I recall, weren't you the one who let that dummy out in the first place Zach?"
"Tomato tomato," Zach rolls his eyes, a brotherly smile gracing his lips.
"Don't hog all the screen time scaredy cat," the girl teased Zack, before turning to look at Dipper, "How've you been little bro, miss me already?"
A light hearted chuckle passing his lips, Dipper quickly responded, "Yeah, I miss being able to write you into boy clothes ink face."
"I'm lucky the pages from the typewriter have a limited range then," the girl rolled her eyes at Dipper, a teasing smile adorning her face.
"I miss you Hannah," Dipper said with a solemn tone of voice.
"I miss you too sir noodle arms," Hannah responded with a smile.
"I miss dad too," he chuckled amusingly, "you know if he ever gets up from the floor, and stops writing on his arms." A hand with a marker rose in front of the screen, and points at Dipper.
From below the viewing of the screen R. L. Stine gave his two cents, "That's unsanitary, and a waste of soap young man, and you know it."
"I see the marker in your hand dad."
The hand raises its index finger, as if to make a point, before it lowers it, and begins tapping the end of the marker on the unseeable desk. Clearly the horror writer was trying to think of a reasonable reason for his possession of the item. He raised his finger again before lowering it, and conceding.
"Touché."
For the next hour or two, the four chatted about what's been going on the past few weeks, from Dipper showing Journal 3, to Stine revealing his latested in the "Goosebumps: Most Wanted" Series. Before signing off, the three told Dipper that he'd be getting a visit from a friend, and signed off before he could ask who it was.
Before anyone knew it, night had fallen, and the shack was filled with dancing people, and 80-90's dance music. Mabel was up on the staircase in 80's dance clothes, bobbing her head to the music. Stan came out from behind some bead streamers covering an open door-doing something that COULD be classified as dancing-in a white polo shirt with streamers on the sleeves, brown party pants, black dance shoes, a gold chain necklace around his neck, and a black belt with a golden buckle.
"Do do do, barely even dancing, doodly do," leaning on the wooden railing, he turned to Mabel with a self indulging grin on his face, "Can your uncle throw a party or what."
"Grunkle Stan this is amazing," she gazed over the crowd on the dance floor in awe, "I've never been to a party with this much of a turn out before."
The 70 something year old con man gave a sly chuckle, "If you think that's impressive then get this, if anyone wants to leave I'm charging an exit fee of $15 bucks."
*Down below*
Nate was counting his money, only to realize that he was two dollars short; distraught he turned to Lee to give the bad news.
"I've only got thirteen, we're trapped!"
Both pressed themselves against the window, banging their hands against the glass.
*With Dipper*
Dipper was wandering aimlessly in the crowd surrounding the dance floor, eyes darting every which way to find the friend his friend and family had mentioned. All he saw were dancing teens and adults from the town, and his sister socializing with a korean girl with forks on her fingers, and a large girl with an iguana on her shoulder. As he was about to leave the room, Soos announced that a competition was going to be held for a plastic yellow crown; to which a blonde haired girl-clearly of rich decent as shown by her clothes-walks up to the table and very snobbishly demanded the crown. All the while insulting the girls Mabel was with when she questioned who would challenge her.
It wasn't much of a surprise to Dipper when Mabel stepped up and announced that she would take part in the contest, but what was a surprise was the other person who did the same thing.
She had pale skin-almost chalk white-with black eye shadow, obsidian shoulder length hair with a dark blue streak going down a lone bang that was next to her right eye. She wore a black tank top, and dark grey jeans with black boots; she had black fingerless gloves and a brown string necklace that held a purple T that had two horizontal lines on its right side making it an E as well, and a vertical line on the bottom line, making another T. And yes, she was a goth-though not a stereotypical one.
From that moment on Dipper stayed in the crowd, anxious to see the outcome of something other than a Goosebumps book for once.
When it came to dancing, Mabel had them both beat, her wildness and goofiness giving her an edge over the goth and rich girls. Said goth did a pretty decent breakdance routine; and the blonde didn't even try.
When the singing competition came around, whether Dipper wanted to admit it or not, the blonde had a very great voice. Mabel sung "Don't Stop Un-believing", and tried to do a flip, only to literally fall flat on her face and brush it off like it was nothing. Dipper was seriously wondering if she had a high pain tolerance or something. But as much as he loved his sister, she wasn't the main event to him.
The obsidian haired girl walked to Soos and gave him a CD before walking to the microphone.
Soos cleared his throat before delivering his message to the people, "Attention dudes and dudettes, uh Cassie Keller is going to sing a song made by herself and a Emily Osment called "I Don't Think About It", and she hopes you enjoy it."
Up on the stage, Cassie grabs the microphone, and the music starts up.
(A/N: I do not own the song "I don't think about it", it is owned by Emily Osment, and the original composers; please go listen to the song, or watch whatever she is currently on; or go find and watch the movie.)
[Cassie]
I don't think about it
I don't think about it
Misunderstood
Everybody feels that way sometimes
Oh oh oh oh
I wish I could Fit in with all the rest, but I
Oh oh oh oh
Got my own style
Got my own way
I don't care what people say, yeah
cause I don't think about it
I don't think about it
I don't think about it
Bein' myself there ain't no doubt about it I won't cry any tears
I'll just live without fear
I'm so happy cause
I'm Living my life and I don't think about it
Jumping off the stage, she entered the crowd, who backed away as she came closer. She and Dipper stood in front of each other, and began subtly dancing.
Oh oh oh
Got my own style
Got my own way
I don't care people say, yeah
cause I don't think about it
I don't think about it
I don't think about it
Bein' myself there ain't no doubt about it I won't cry any tears
I'll just live without fear
I'm so happy cause I'm
Livin my life and I don't think about it
As she continued singing, the two did their own mini-salsa, while incorporating some pop dance moves in there.
I don't think about it
I don't think about it
I don't think about it
Bein' myself there ain't no doubt about it I won't cry any tears
I'll just live without fear
I'm so happy cause I'm
Living my life and I don't think about it
The crown went up in an uproar, metaphorically eating the two fo them up.
Think about it
Think about it
I don't think about it
Cause I'm living my life and I don't think about it!
Tossing the microphone back to the stage, the crowd burst into cheers when it landed back on it's post in perfect condition. The two were ignoring the crowd, their cheers falling onto deaf ears; only the other was registering in their brains as being truly there in the present time.
"Have you thought about it lately?"
"No, have you opened a book lately?"
"No."
"Over cautious writer," a smirk was on her face.
"Fear Junkie," a smirk was on his face.
And neither could be happier.
A/N: CFN will be updated when the rewrites of all of it's current chapters are finished.