It had been only three days since the deal with Bill, but already Dipper was seeing results. Not huge results, but they were there. Just this morning, he had caught her staring at him out of the corner of his eye. Not much longer! he thought with a slight smile. She'll need me just as much as I need her soon.
*Mabel's POV* A/N: I'll try not to do this too often, I know it gets annoying.
"Dear Diary Thingy,
Three days ago, the craziest thing happened. My brobro turned, like, wow-wow. I've started to stare at him, but I can't help it. Whenever I think about him, my brain turns wack-a-doodle craycray. Recently, I've been thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. Even though it would be wrong, it would just be so... right. I've just been unable to stop thinking about that soft hair, green eyes, luscious lips, and how much I just want him to"
Oh no. Oh, nonono. You can't want him to fuck you, that's wrong! she thought to herself, already knowing that the forbidden thought was true. She sat up from her bed, abandoning her diary mid sentence. She had slammed it shut and started to quickly stuff it under her mattress when Dipper walked in the open door to their shared bedroom. "Heeey, brobro! Um, how's it going?" Mabel said awkwardly.
"Mabel, you're as white as a sheet! Did you see somethin' paranormal?" Dipper asked, seeming genuinely concerned.
"Nope, nothin'!" Mabel said, obviously trying to be nonchalant.
"Hey kids! Who wants to go camping!" Stan yelled from downstairs.
"We do!" Dipper and Mabel shouted together.
"Phew! Saved by the Stan!" Mabel whispered under her breath. But she was thinking. Maybe this camping trip could be her chance to get closer to Dipper! She withered with joy just thinking about it. She jumped off her bed and grabbed an empty suitcase from the closet. She began dumping all her favorite sweaters and leggings in the main pocket. She zipped up her suitcase, knowing that Dipper would pack more than enough gear for the both of them. She dragged her suitcase down the steps and through the living room, pausing only to tap a hello to Grunkle Stan's axolotl and her lobster through the fishtank glass. She arrived at the front door just as Dipper was coming back in. "Could you carry my bag to the car, please, broski?" she ad-libbed, just wanting an excuse to see his newly well defined muscles in action.
"Sure thing, M'Lady!" Dipper said with a smirk as he took the bag from Mabel's hand. What he didn't know (but gleefully suspected), however, was that Mabel's heart had fluttered at him calling her "M'Lady." I've got to tell him how I feel. In fact, I'll do it on this trip! Mabel promised herself. Because I can't live without him. But what if he hates me afterward? But Mabel knew it was a risk she would just have to take.