Chapter 2

*Mabel's POV*

I hung up the phone. Whew, that had been a long conversation. It took forever to explain what Dipper and I had been doing for the last few weeks. Oddly enough, they took it surprisingly well. They seemed a little mad and 'disappointed' as they put it, that we'd disobeyed them, but other than that, it was mostly concern. Dad also mentioned something about needing to talk to us about something when we all got home. I went back outside to tell Dipper about the call.

"Dipper, I called-" I started, but stopped when I saw he and Wendy laying in the grass, kissing. "What the-?" Wendy and Dipper broke from their kiss, turned to face me, and blushed.

"Uh, Mabel, I-I," Dipper stuttered.

"Calm down, dude," Wendy said, sitting up.

"What just happened?" I asked, holding back squeals.

"Dipper and I kinda just admitted...feelings...for each other," Wendy managed to say, blushing hard. Dipper was blushing harder. Then I couldn't contain my fangirl squeals any longer.

"EEEEEEKK!" I squealed, worse than Dipper the first time Grunkle Ford had mentioned the journals.

"Calm down, Mabel," Dipper said.

"How can I calm down, when you two were out here snogging your faces off!" I practically shouted. Dipper and Wendy blushed again. They stood up.

"Would you be quiet?!" Dipper asked. "Stan and Ford could probably hear you from where ever they are!"

"We could hear you alright," I heard Grunkle Stan's voice. Dipper, Wendy and I spun around to find our two Great-Uncles walking toward us.

"Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Ford!" I exclaimed, going over and hugging both of them.

"Easy, kiddo," Grunkle Stan said.

"What are you guys doing back?" Dipper asked.

"Well, I was about to ask you the same question," Grunkle Ford said.

"Poindexter here threw out his back running from the Yeti," Stan laughed.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," Ford replied. "I just thought it would be best if we came back for a while. We aren't as young as we used to be."

"Speak for yourself," Stan retorted.

"That doesn't explain why you two are back," Ford said.

"Long story," Dipper replied.

"Well then, let's go inside and discuss the matter," Ford suggested.

*Dipper's POV*

We all went inside the Mystery Shack. My heart was racing for more than one reason and I couldn't keep my mind on one thing. If I were to try and use that machine that Ford had in his study to digitalize my thoughts or whatever, it would break because of all the stuff rushing through my mind.

Even though my mind and heart were racing, I still managed to explain to Stan and Ford what we'd done over the last two weeks.

"So, have you told your parents yet?" Ford asked.

"Yeah," Mabel said. "I called them earlier."

"How'd they react?" Stan asked. "Are you kids in trouble?"

"Oddly, no," Mabel said.

"Really?" Ford asked. Then I remembered something. Since I'd been so caught up with explaining the teleporters to Grunkle Ford, I'd forgotten to tell him about Grandpa's conspiracy theories.

"There was one more thing about the lab in the basement," I said.

"What's that?" Grunkle Ford asked.

"Yeah, our grandfather owned it," I explained. "He had this weird theory that Stan killed you and that's why he took your identity."

"Me? Kill Ford?" Stan asked. "Man, did he get it messed up! If anyone was gonna get killed it would be me!"

"Is that why you faked your death?" Mabel asked.

"Yeah," Stan replied. "I figured, if one of us was gonna disappear off the face of the Earth it would be me, the useless one."

"It's an interesting theory though. After all he wasn't exposed to the anomalies of Gravity Falls. Maybe we could come back with you to Piedmont and check it out," Ford said. "Hey, Dipper, can I see that microteleporter?"

"Sure," I replied, taking it out of my pocket. He inspected it, carefully, taking in every detail of how the mechanism worked.

"Intresting piece of machinery you got here," he said. "I think we could fix it by tomorrow if we really put the effort into it."

"By tomorrow?!" I asked. "Are you crazy?"

"No," Ford replied. "But I think, if we want to investigate what old Shermie was upt to down there, we've gotta get this thing fixed." With that he'd gone out to the gift shop and punched the code into the vending machine, heading down to his lab. Soos walked into the kitchen, where we'd been sitting.

"Mr Pines!" he exclaimed, running over and hugging his old boss.

"Hey, Soos," Stan replied, slightly uncomfortable that Soos had jus bear-hugged him.

"I have so much to tell you!" Soos said. Wendy gestured to me from where she'd been leaned up against the fridge for the past few minutes.

"I've gotta go," she told me. "But since you're here all weekend, come over for movie night tonight, okay?"

"Sure," I said. She leaned over and quickly kissed me on the cheek before darting out the door to the gift shop and outside.

"Bye!" she called behind her. I blushed, and noticed Stan, Mabel and Soos staring at me.