Yay, we found out that Dipper's name is in relation to Mabel's! Guess that kind of gets rid of what I used, but I probably won't even mention what I used for Dipper's name again.

Also, I'm SO sorry that I haven't posted recently. This term is so much harder than last term, and while I'm on spring break from the 6th to the 12th, I'm moving, so I'll be packing all my stuff and moving that week.

Chapter Twelve

Dipper sat in the attic on his bed staring down at the journal on his nightstand. He was sure Stan would have locked that thing up after what had happened last time. How did it get there? Dipper could remember a time when all that mattered was getting that journal back to stop Bill.

After all this time of being told that Bill was fake, Dipper had begun to believe it. If Bill was real, how could all the medication Dipper was taking work against him?

No, Dipper thought. Bill is fake.

Guess again, Pine Tree, a familiar voice spoke in Dipper's head.

"Dipper?" Mabel asked as she walked into the attic. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Dipper answered hastily. "It just got a little too weird for me down there. I needed a minute."

"Okay, just remember that you can talk to me," Mabel reminded.

"Mabel, I got it," Dipper said. "You don't have to remind me."

"I'm just looking out for you, bro bro," Mabel said.

"I know," Dipper responded with a sigh.

Mabel sat beside him.

"Hey…You okay?"

"Can you take this?" Dipper asked, handing Mabel the journal from the nightstand. "I just…can't…right now."

Mabel nodded and Dipper gave away the item he had been so desperate to get back those few years ago. Mabel left the room with the journal, but Dipper felt something strange.

What if the journal still held the answers and he had given it away? What if he was now doomed to live his life as a schizophrenic because he gave away that journal?

"You can't think like that," Dipper said to himself. "You're supposed to just take your meds and talk to Mabel. Don't just let this summer be ruined. If not for you, do it for Mabel." Giving himself a second to breathe, Dipper made his way back downstairs to the gift shop.

"Look, Dipper, I'm sorry if I said something that upset you," Wendy apologized upon spotting her younger friend.

"No, it's fine," Dipper said. "I'm…I'm trying to learn how to be more honest. Not just with everyone else, but with myself."

"Even with Mabel?" Wendy asked. She imagined the twins would be as close as ever.

Dipper glanced at his gazing sister.

"Even Mabel," Dipper answered.

"Dipper, I can help you," Wendy said.

"No thanks," Dipper responded. "I'm here to spend the summer with Mabel. I'll try my best not to ruin her time, but there won't be any mystery hunts or paranormal investigations."

"Dipper…" Mabel trailed off as she watched on. She didn't want the whole summer to be Dipper trying to let her have a good time. "You can-"

"I know," Dipper interrupted. "Please don't tell me again that I can talk to you; I know I can talk to you. If you want me to talk to you, just leave me alone and let me come to you on my own."

Mabel frowned and looked away from her brother.

"That's harsh, Dipper," Soos commented. Dipper only grabbed a broom and began to sweep the shop as he had been instructed to do before by Stan.

"Goodnight, Dipper…" Mabel trailed off as she threw herself on her bed. It still smelled the same as it did three years ago. Mabel curled up. She and Dipper hadn't reconciled after what was said in the gift shop earlier.

"Night, Mabel," Dipper said. He stared at his medication. He still had sleeping pills, but he didn't use them as much as before. No one bothered him about it if he looked like he was getting some sleep.

With a sigh, Dipper took a pill and fell asleep.

GRQW VOHHS. VOHHS DQG BRX'UH GHDG.