TheFalls! How? How are you so good at predicting what is about to happen in this story?

Bill was sick. Mabel had found him around 8 AM, curled up into a ball and shivering as the rain fell like bullets around them. She'd carried-well, dragged-him back to the Mystery Shack, and now he lay in Ford's room, freezing but burning up at the same time. His throat hurt from coughing.

Ford walked in.

"Why do you think she went after you? Because she won't give me a straight answer, and I can't think of any reason why she would. You hurt her, and you don't even really care, do you?"

"Of course I care. I didn't think-,"

"You never think, do you? She trusted you! She thought you could change and you let her down!"

"I didn't know then! I didn't know! I swear it on my life!"

"You didn't know?"

"That I had pyrokeneis. I didn't realize then! Three days ago I was mad, then I just...I don't know how I did it, but my hands caught fire."

"Mad? Why?" Rather than looking concerned, Ford looked annoyed and almost angry.

"Because that stupid pig chewed up the sweater she made for me. I liked that sweater. I like all sweaters. Sweaters are the best."

Bill did, indeed, think sweaters were the best. He hadn't realized it until five days ago, when Mabel had made him a sweater.

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^ To be sung to the tune of "The Imperial March".

Five days earlier

"What is this?"

"It's a sweater! You wear it."

"I know what a sweater is, Shooting Star. I just don't know why you've handed this one to me."

Mabel giggled.

"Geuss."

"It's very nice. But that's just a reason not to hand it to me. I have a tendency to break things. I like this yellow. That's great. Yellow in general is great. It's my favorite color. You know, I think-wait, are you giving this to me?"

"Yep!"

It was a very nice sweater. Bill wore it that day, and the next day, and the next day until about noon when Waddles had chewed on it, and Mabel made him take it off so she could wash it.

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^To be sung to the tune of the Gravity Falls theme song.

"I don't know. I really don't know why she'd come after me, Sixer. I was an interdimesional terror. She's a teenage girl. The two of us don't really mix."

Ford sighed.

"No, really?" He said sarcastically. But he also sounded defeated. As though he'd given up un finding out why the heck Mabel had gone off to find Bill. Then he left, and Bill was alone again.

Despite her coming to find him, Mabel hadn't done anything along the lines of showing she cared that Bill was sick all day.

That thought stuck in his throat for the rest of the day. And most of the night, because Bill didn't sleep much. And the next morning, until finally, Mabel spoke to him.

"I'm not forgiving you until you apoigize, you weirdo."

I realized I didn't apozigize for not updati ng sooner in the last chapter. Sorry! Am I doing Mabel or Ford wrong? I'm not sure.

Farewell,

LoyalTheorist