My first Pinecest

by ieatsmiledip

Dipper realizes Mabel is perfect for him. He wants her, no, needs her. Needs her so much that he is willing to make a deal with a demon... P.S: If you don't like Gravity Falls shippings, DON'T ******* READ IT. Also, it's M for a reason. Thank you. P.P.S: All credit to whoever drew the cover image, I just found it and liked it.

5. Chapter 5

Authors Note: I am so sorry this took so long! My life has been a whirlwind of work, midterms, etc. I hope you like my story! And as always, feel free to follow, review, and P.M. me!

Mabel was sitting in the back of the Stanleymobile with hers and Grunkle Stan's stuff, and she could hear Dipper's belongings occasionally thumping into one of the walls in the trunk. They had been driving for two hours, trying to reach what Grunkle Stan called "the best campsite in Oregon." She was sitting in the back, occasionally looking longingly at Dipper's sleeping face in the rear-view

mirror. Shivers went down her spine as she took in his peaceful face. Every minute or two his mouth would twitch into a smile and his eyelids would flutter. She imagined being in bed with him next to her. She closed her eyes and manipulated her mental form into gently kissing his soft mouth and tousling his beautiful brown locks. The next thing she knew, she had woken up from a peaceful sleep to hear Grunkle Stan yelling at a fellow driver.

"Hey shit-for-brains! Where'd you learn to drive, a fucking mental asylum?!" the old man yelled while sticking his middle finger out the window. The other driver just kept going. "Kids, don't tell your parents I said that in front of you. They might get mad at me or something."

Mabel giggled, but the dream still lingered at the back of her mind. "Grunkle Stan! We're 14 now! Almost 15! It's okay."

"Yeah, well, not to your parents. It's like they're Mormon or some shit. It's ridiculous! When I was 14, I was out banging chicks twice my age. And you guys can't even cuss."

Mabel hadn't realized it, but Grunkle Stan's tirade had awoken Dipper.

"Huh? Where are we?" Dipper said, sitting up from where he had been leaning against the window in the passenger seat.

"Camping, remember?" Mabel said, still shaking the dream from her mind. She made eye contact with Dipper through the rear-view mirror and held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Grunkle Stan broke the gaze by jerking the wheel to the left, which slammed the twins into the side of their doors. With a screech, the car drove up the oncoming lane to pass a sluggish semi. Dipper and Mabel sat back in there seats, both thinking about the look they had shared through the cold glass of the mirror.