Thoughts

My mind is left in a daze as I enter the room. Ceilings, walls, doors, and hair with the color of white. Emotions mixed with guilt, anger, and fear run around my head.

I knock on the open door.

This grabs my target's attention, who is currently sitting up. "Hey." He says.

The room is fairly small, and it only takes several steps to get from one side to another. I cautiously step forward. With how slow I'm walking, I may as well have been going through a minefield.

With his nose buried in the same book, the target speaks up. "I may be diagnosed, but I'm not infectious." Gideon says.

"I know you're not-" I attempt at a retort before my eyes widen in shock. "Wait, what? Diagnosed?!"

He looks up from his book for a split second, showing off a smug smirk. "Just kidding."

I immediately skid over to his side and punch him lightly. "Not funny, I seriously thought you had a deadly disease." I say with a pout.

I drop the food on his belly.

"Thanks." Gideon says, not even bothering to look up. With one hand, he opens the paper bag, takes out and unwraps the burger, and starts eating.

With my curiosity rising, I take a peek at what Gideon is reading. "So, you're still reading that?"

"Yes. I'm actually looking for something to search for." Gideon says in between bites. He rhythmically flips pages, not bothering to read in full detail what each page has to offer.

"Search for what?" I ask.

"Portals, rituals, revenants, animal girls, immortals, half-bloods, battle maids, my pride and dignity, time travel machine, world peace, appearance changers, flat justice, nightcrawlers, artificial intelligence, the old P!ATD members, ghouls, myspace users, waldo, anything interesting."

"So, a girlfriend?" I ask innocently.

He completely ignores my question and stops on a page. "Elemental Spirits. Not to be mistaken for Spirits. Come in different shapes, sizes, and elements. Unlike spirits, are actually tangible." He reads out.

"Like those actually exist."

"They do exist!" Gideon exclaims. He stands up from the bed and makes his way out the room. "And I'll prove it." He states dramatically as he slams the door close.

I chuckle at his feeble attempts on acting. "You were fine all along. What was the point of staying here?"

The door opens and he pokes his head into the room. "What can I say? It's comfy." He says with a shrug.

I roll my eyes and make my way towards Gideon. I open the door abruptly and put an arm around his shoulder. "C'mere you big dork."

"Glad to see we're on teasing terms now, Miss Sugar High."

I remove my arm from his shoulder. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." I click my tongue as I wave a finger disapprovingly."How many times do I have to remind you. 'Sugar High' is a MASSIVE understatement."

Truthfully, I'm just glad he's not mad at me.

On that note, we make our way back to the Mystery Shack.

"It's your second day here and you're already hospitalized?" Asks Uncle Bud, sitting on the front porch, a newspaper in hand.

"It's a clinic, not a hospital." Gideon retorts, walking past Uncle Bud.

Uncle Bud flips a page, keeping his eyes on the paper. "Same thing."

Gideon stops just in front of the door. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at the back of Uncle Bud. "How did you even know about that?"

"It's a small town, news travels fast." Uncle Bud closes the paper and shows us the front page. "Apparently, news isn't the only thing that's fast."

On the front page of "Morn to Noon" is a candid picture of a certain blonde, albino, and 2 brunettes in a certain new shop.

"So is printing." Uncle Bud adds.

Fear starts running it's course through my body. It has only been a day since he told us of his bad relationship with the Gleefuls. "I can explain."

"No need." Uncle Bud says.

I can feel my heart drop down to my stomach.

Uncle Bud puts down the newspaper. "I've done some thinking, and I have decided not to hold those kids accountable for what their ancestors have done."

"Do you mean?" I ask with my mouth agape.

He nods his head, approving my thoughts.

I run up to him and give him a big hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Gideon on the other hand doesn't say anything. Instead, he casually enters the Mystery Shack.

"But," Uncle Bud says. "be careful. If something happens to you, there'll definitely be no end to your mother's rage."

I release Uncle Bud from the hug, nod my head, and walk in the Mystery Shack. I close the door with a content smile on my face. I see Gideon on the couch, scrolling through his phone with a smirk on his face.

"Did you..."

Gideon looks up from his phone and smiles. "I may or may not have talked to him and convinced him about this."

I walk up to Gideon, pick him up with a Pacifica Hug, and squeeze him to death. "Have I ever said that you're the best cousin ever?"

"Yes, and each time you do you almost suffocate me." Gideon sputters out in between gasps for air.

I release him from the hug. Currently, he's lying down on the floor, hyperventilating. "I saw the light flashing before my eyes."

"Nope. That was just the light bulb." I help Gideon up and we start making our way to the attic.

We enter the room and Gideon immediately plops down on his bed. I do the same and plop down on my bed.

My mind starts to read it's favorite bedtime story, my thoughts.

I'm seriously so happy right now. It feels like a giant weight was lifted from my shoulders. It's all thanks to Gideon really. I was so afraid that Uncle Bud would be mad at me. Perhaps it's because of the burger? The food at Sloppy's IS pretty good. Brandon actually helped me clear my head. He's a great friend, funny, and quite the charmer. He's very sociable and knows exactly what to say in any situation. Then there's Dipper. He has that aura of authority to him. It's amazing that he can be so calm and collected almost everytime I see him. Doesn't he get tired being famous here? Not to mention, he's actually sweet and caring, despite his apathetic behaviour. Yes, I know what apathetic means, shocking. But you know what else is shocking? His birthmark. It's pretty cool when you look at it, funny since I didn't notice it back at the Tent of Telepathy. His hair is styled so the birthmark can clearly be seen for goodness sake. Speaking of his hairstyle, I bet it would look great without the gel. I can imagine how soft it would feel to the touch. Would his hair be straight, curly, or disheveled? Maybe some bangs would curl in different directions-

My face begins to feel hot. I curl up into a ball while lying sideways on the bed. I run my hands through my hair and remove the ponytail, letting my hair loose.

"How have I not died yet being around you?" Gideon asks out of nowhere.

"Oh shut up and sleep." I say, actually pertaining to my thoughts. I begin to close my eyes, not wanting to hear my "bedtime story" anymore. Slowly, I fall into the stupor called sleep.

- (-3-) -

Today isn't my best day. After being forced by Mabel out in another one of her "trips" to the mall, I could safely say that I'm dead tired.

Her trips usually consist of constant floods of attention from different fans, boys and girls, teens and adults. Then the second, and last stop being at McGucket's. Call him an old friend, acquaintance, and partner in crime of Stan, he specializes in black market trade and dirty work. The seemingly normal man is weird in more ways than one.

Mabel isn't even the type to go on shopping sprees, because get re, not every girl is like that. Truth be told, she didn't even buy clothes, makeup, accessories, and what not.

I did.

The reason is simple really. To keep appearances, that is Stan's decision. But I have my own. Hair gel, tuxedos, makeup, and fashion, they are all a means of escape from my old self.

Usually, that's all it takes and we're in and out of the mall. I just HAD to lose control on that very day.

I scratch my head in discomfort. Straight out of the shower, it leaves my hair damp and gel free. My usual neat and styled hair now taking it's natural, disheveled state.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in." I tell whoever is outside.

Soos, my faithful butler enters the room and kneels before me. "Your uncle wishes to give you this." He holds out a piece of paper in front of me.

I take the paper and give it a quick read over. "Thank you Soos, you are dismissed."

"The pleasure is mine."

As soon as the door closes I crumple the paper and throw it on my desk. "Nothing I don't know."

The bathroom door opens, and paying each other no mind Mabel and I lie on our respective beds.

The lights close. "Sweet dreams brother dearest."

With a wave of my finger, Journal #1 falls onto my lap, stopping just before impact and leaving it afloat.

"Night." I reply as I turn the pages, letting magic and moonlight illuminate the worn pages of the book.