I'm burning up with lots of ideas today! Here's chapter three which focusing on Mabel and Stan. Hope you enjoy!
"So kid, where are you from?" Stan asked Mabel as they walked to the parking lot. Mabel was startled by that question. She couldn't tell him where she was from, could she tell him that she was his great-niece from the future? Would he believe her? Mabel couldn't take that chances. "I'm from… far away from here actually." Mabel hesitantly told him. "Someplace that I can't go."
Stan raised an eyebrow. Clothes too new, hair washed but her legs were scraped and bruised. She definitely didn't tell him the truth, but Stan let it slide.
"Someplace you can't go…" Stan repeated. "Yeah, it's kinda hard to explain, super hard." Mabel told him.
"Alright, alright, now the important thing is, what happened to you and your brother? Did he leave you alone here or what? Did you guys have a fight? Because I don't want your brother to brand me for kidnapping you." Stan muttered. He was worried that maybe her brother left her there for a while to go get something and he accidentally "kidnapped" her sister.
"No, No! It's not something like that." Mabel immediately responded to Stan. "As I said, it's super hard to explain my situation. You don't have to worry about my brother though, he knows how to find me later." Mabel looked at Stan, cracking a smile on her tip of her mouth. "There's no way Dipper know where I am right now." Mabel thought, slightly her smile became a frown.
Stan was unsure whether to take her or to leave her there. He wasn't that cold to leave a child alone in the middle of nowhere. "Alright kid, listen. If you telling me that your brother can find you later, what would you wanna-" before Stan finished his question, Mabel jumped in eagerly "OOHHH! Take me with you! Take me with you whenever you go! Please, I don't wanna be alone here. Please, please." Mabel pleaded Stan. He looked her in the eyes, the glittery, shiny brown eyes, how could he reject that kind of plead? "Darn it Stan what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Stan thought to himself.
Stan sighed, "Fine, I have a place to sleep tonight, at least for the night… If you want-" Mabel leaped to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Thank you thank you thank you! Thank you so much Gru- wait, what's your name?" Mabel asked, she couldn't let him know that she knows him.
"You do like to hug do you?" Stan chuckled and gently pulled her away from his waist. "Among these days I'm Roger Bett." Mabel snorted, "What a dumb name." She rolled her eyes.
Stan frowned. "Hey, I thought about that name for a pretty long time you know? But… You're right though, it's kinda dumb. Tell you what, call me Stan. What's your name little girl?" Stan asked her.
"Mabel! My name is Mabel." She told Stan with a wide grin. "Can I call you Uncle Stan?" Mabel asked hopefully.
"Sure, whatever you wanna call me." Said Stan while searching his jacket's pocket for the car key.
Mabel saw the car they were heading. She knew well that car, 'El Diablo', as Grunkle Stan used to tell her, except this time the car was much shinier and… there were a lot of junk in the backseat.
"Here it is, the 'El Diablo', that's what I called her." Stan told Mabel as he reached the key to the door to unlock the car. "You can ride shotgun today, because the backseat…. Well…" Stan looked at the backseat, it was literally full of his failed sales products, clothes and bunch of flyers. The car has been his home for the last 10 years after he was being kicked out. This is where he sleeps and this is where he eat. Stan grimaced for a while remembering it, but that's his life now. He can't do anything except move forward.
Mabel pulled open the passenger door and jumped onto the seat. Her leg was kicking happily while putting on the seatbelt and she lead out a happy humming. Stan enter the driver's side, put the key into ignition and started the car. The car revved and sped away into the main road.
Mabel looked at the back of the car, looking for something. "Say, Uncle Stan, you don't happen to have any balls of yarn for knitting or something that I can draw?" Mabel asked Stan. Stan looked at her through the rear view mirror. "Funny you should asked that, I got something like that in the box somewhere. I'll look for it after we reach the motel." Stan told her. Mabel grinned and returned to the front seat.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the motel. "Alright Mabel, here we are. Now let's get you…" Stan looked at Mabel, she was dead asleep besides her. Stan let out a grinning sigh. He got out of his car to get to the passenger side, opened the door and lift Mabel up. Stan locked the car and slowly approached the motel room where he was staying. Slowly, he twisted the door knob and pushed the door slowly.
Luckily, the room he was in have two separate bed, so he put Mabel on the bed across him and tucked her in.
"Goodnight kiddo." Stan murmured while returning to his own side of bed.
He thought about the little girl. Should he send her to the police station? No, that would be a bad idea. He was wanted by the police and there is no way he would step near the station. Should he send Mabel to the children's welfare? It would be a good thing for her but… He thought that, he's liking this kid, there was some connection that he felt between them, like a family.
Stan's eyes betrayed his mind, slowly closing in. He was tired and sleepy. He could get some rest after two days of staying awake at night.
It was a long and weird night for him indeed.
On the next chapter; will Dipper earned Ford's trust and believe him? Would Ford tolerate with this strange child that claimed he was from the future? Stay tune!
Review please! Mabel would be highly appreciated.
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