Dipper was disappointed that they had to cut short their game of attic stuff mini-golf. Mabel had invited her friends over for a sleepover. Deciding that this was one adventure he’d rather skip out on, he attempted to seek refuge in his quiet box: a somewhat soundproof box he went to mostly for studying, but also stuff like this. Outside the box, the girls had gotten into their pajamas and were in full gossip mode.
“So, how much do you like boys?” Mabel asked.
“Sooo much!” Grenda declared.
“Boys make me think about… kissing,” Candy whispered as if it was some juicy secret, earning a pillow to the face from Grenda.
“Oh my gosh, guys. I can’t wait to tell you. The other day…” Mabel bit her lip, looking like she might explode if she didn’t tell someone soon. “I kissed a mermaid!”
“What?” “No.” “Where?”
“First at the pool, then at the lake. It was amaaazing.”
“Dang it, Mabel. How come you keep all the good adventures for yourself?” asked Grenda. “Did you ever stop and think that maybe we’d want to kiss mermaids, too?”
“I’d prefer a mershark,” informed Candy. “The teeth are so sharp, but I like the danger.”
“Wait, you want to kiss a mermaid, Grenda?” Mabel asked. “I didn’t know you liked girls.”
“I don’t, but you don’t have to be gay to want to kiss a mermaid. That’s just common sense.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Mabel conceded to this well-reasoned argument.
“Hold on. Do yooou like girls?”
“I think I’m starting to, though I’m not sure yet. It might be just a phase brought on by an overreaction to Gideon’s grossness that I’m unfairly projecting onto all other boys.” She looked around at the others. “What? I can’t tune out everything my therapist tells me.”
Candy leaned forward. “Tell us, Mabel. Do you think… we’re attractive?”
“Candy, please,” Mabel laughed as she pushed the girl away. “I already thought you guys were pretty. But I’m still recovering after Mermaida left, so I’m not quite ready for a new relationship any time soon.”
“What about your brother?” asked Grenda. “How’s he doing with Wendy?”
Dipper slammed the door to his quiet box open. “You told them about Wendy?”
“Uh-oh, girls. Look who’s decided to join the party,” Mabel tittered eagerly.
“Hey, don’t change the subject. How could you just tell people like that?”
“Dipper, we have eyes,” Candy said while adjusting her glasses.
“Yeah. You two were totally making goo-goo eyes back with that gremilgrubbin thing,” observed Grenda.
“See, Dipper. I told you it was obvious. Now get that tiny butt over here and join in.”
The minizora rolled his eyes, huffed, and walked to the edge of the bed. “Oh, fine. That stupid box wasn’t built to handle screams like yours, anyways.” When Mabel offered her open hand, he stepped on without a fuss and let himself be carried into the madness. He looked up at the only other boy in the room, the very picture of calm and complacency, and asked, “How do you do it, man?”
Lying on the bed, Waddles just sniffed at the air, ate a chip Candy gave him, and rolled onto his back.
“Come on, Dipper. Cheer up,” encouraged Candy. “You’re alone with three gorgeous young women. You’re living every little boy’s dream.”
“Not yet he’s not,” Grenda pointed out before turning to Mabel. “Can we?”
“Well, since you two are my bestest friends in the whole world…” Mabel trailed off in deep thought.
“Mabel, what are they talking about?” Dipper asked in dread, not noticing the fingers closing in around him. “Mabel?”
As much as she enjoyed watching the little boy squirm, Mabel finally slumped her shoulders and closed her fingers in a partial cage. “Sorry, girls. I can’t. Believe me, I really want to, but it’s not my decision to make.” She turned a sympathetic smile down on Dipper.
The minizora smiled appreciatively up at his sister, glad that she still had his back.
“That being said,” Mabel continued deviously. “I do give permission for you to bug him until he caves in.”
Traitor!
The rest of the night passed in a hazy blur. When they woke up, the room was a mess. Someone had written ‘party gurl’ on Mabel’s forehead, Candy had been taped to the ceiling, Grenda emerged from the closet covered in smooch marks, but Dipper was nowhere to be seen.
“I don’t know what I was kissing in there, but I have no regrets,” declared Grenda proudly, pretending not to notice the mountain goat leaving out the door.
“Candy falls down now,” she casually informed as the tape unstuck and she fell onto the bed. “That was some of the best sleep I’ve ever had.”
“Dipper? Dipper? Has anyone seen Dipper?” asked Mabel, starting to become frantic. “Quick, everyone, check your feet!” As everyone followed her command, the sudden movement caused the taller twin to become aware of something jostling. “… oh.” Her blush was heavy, and her laugh was guilty. “Uh, sorry, girls. I, uh…” Hands behind her back, she began sidestepping her way to the bathroom. “I gotta take care of some things.”
“But what about Dipper?” Grenda asked. “We haven’t found him yet.”
“Oh, I think Mabel knows where he is,” Candy observed with a knowing smirk.
“What? Where?” inquired Grenda, still not catching on even after Mabel closed the bathroom door.
“My memory is still fuzzy, but I think Dipper tried to find a new quiet box to hide in.” Candy’s brows bounced suggestively.
“Huh? Oh. OH!” Finally, in on the joke, Grenda joined Candy in girlish giggles. Deciding to give the twins some privacy, the girls called their goodbyes and made their exit.
In the bathroom, Mabel’s panties were around her ankles as her butt hung over the tub. She was grunting, trying to push out her little stowaway into her hand. All of her movement must have woken him up, because now he started to wiggle. Mabel’s cheeks grew red again as the tiny boy thrashed and touched her in so many sensitive spots. Eventually, she succeeded, pushing the tiny boy out and catching him. Pulling up her panties, she hurried him over to the sink and immediately got to washing him off, muttering, “Sorry-sorry-sorry.”
As faucet water ran over him and Mabel’s hands roughly scrubbed his body, Dipper coughed in desperation for fresh air. “Mabel, what the hell happened last night?”
“I don’t know,” she said apologetically. “First it was the makeup, then the karaoke, and then I think someone said something about an alternate quiet box. Ugh, I don’t remember. But hey, cheer up,” she encouraged, mood rising. “You can have some of our leftover pizza. It has glitter on it,” she offered while carrying her now clean brother back into the main room.
Dipper gasped. “Look what you did to our mini-golf course.”
Mabel rubbed her neck guiltily, but still tried to keep optimistic. “Yeah. Grenda sure does like breaking things.”
However, Dipper would not be mollified so easily. “Mabel, this is impossible to live with.”
“What? I’m delightful to live with.”
“We need to set some new ground rules. First of all, no more sleepovers.”
“What?” Mabel’s optimism had left the building. “Well, if I can’t have sleepovers, then you can’t keep me up every night with your summer reading.”
“How does reading keep you up?”
“It’s bad enough that you talk to yourself every other line, but you also won’t stop clicking your stupid pen.”
“Well, at least my braces don’t whistle while I breathe.”
“Well, at least I wash my clothes once in a while.”
“I put the clothes in the hamper and push the button. What more do you want from me?”
“Meow, meow, meow,” Mabel meowed dismissively.
“Mabel, if you meow one more time-”
“MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!”
“That’s it. That’s the last straw.” Dipper tapped Mabel’s hand in the signal to be let down. He disembarked, spun around, and told her, “Maybe we shouldn’t share a room anymore!”
Mabel looked like she’d been stabbed in the heart. “W-well, maybe we shouldn’t,” she snapped back, stomping her foot and holding back her tears.
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