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Fistbump 2: Unspeakable (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 21283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The following week was a bit like deja vu for the twins. Much like their final week of summer, they were together, happy, and on the same page, sharing all of their remaining time at Gravity Falls before boarding a bus for California. And in one significant way it was even better, because this time the twins didn’t have to be careful about masking their emotions around the Shack. There were no tourists, Soos and Wendy were not around, and of course Stan knew of their affair. Not that he tolerated overt displays of affection while he was around, but at least they didn’t need to be afraid of being overheard making suspicious noises, or being observed giving one another fond looks and little touches.
Their uncle understood their desire to enjoy their temporary freedom, but he also encouraged the young couple to not get too accustomed to it. They could be getting into bad habits, and little hints would quickly expose them if they weren’t careful. Drawing on his own broad experience in deceiving people, Stan likened the outward appearance of their relationship to a “long con”, and coached the twins on needing to train themselves to have a practiced facade that hid their true feelings for one another. Mabel bemoaned that she had to go back to wearing her Mabel Mask again. Stan did admit to her that everyone else’s knowledge of their historically close dynamic would cover up many suspicions. Still, there were definitely limits to what they could get away with if they only “toned down” their actions.
The kids also begrudgingly saw the wisdom of not getting used to falling asleep together in the same bed, but couldn’t promise that they would refrain for the week. Conserving body heat against the chilly air of the attic gave both of them a very convenient rationale to continue to do so while they were able to.
The discussion surrounding other bedroom activity was especially uncomfortable. As he handed over the box of condoms, Stan forced himself to verify with Dipper that he knew how to properly use them, and got them both to promise that Dipper would always wear one when they planned to have sex. He went through the list of physical and behavioral evidence that can accidentally be left behind after intercourse, and how easily their parents could discover it.
Not that the twins were able to immediately indulge themselves in all things sexual. That same afternoon, Mabel’s period arrived, and with it came several days of self-imposed celibacy. The bloating and cramps didn’t put a substantial dent in Mabel’s happy mood. But she educated Dipper on the unsexy physical consequences that girls have to endure, and why she didn’t want to engage “that” part of her body for the time being. Mabel offered more than once to give Dipper her special oral treatment, but he shyly declined, wanting to wait until she could also receive the same treatment from him.
As a result, the teens didn’t want to stay cooped up in the Shack the entire time. They bundled up and explored around Gravity Falls in the winter for the first time. It was much quieter around than during the summer season, but having everything adorned with heaps of white snow and colorful decorations of the holiday season did make everything look nice. Stan took them to the lake where they tried their hands at ice fishing, but that was cut short when he developed a nosebleed, presumably from the dry cold air. After Stan assured the kids he was fine waiting in the car, Mabel convinced Dipper to try skating. It was something that Dipper’s ankles were not conditioned to do well at, but both of them still had a lot fun flailing about on the frozen lake surface.
The twins felt badly about the way their visit with Wendy happened the previous week, so the next afternoon on New Year’s Eve they asked to visit her again. She happily picked them up and drove them into town, provided they agreed to hang out with her crew of friends for the day. Nate and Lee were jovial as ever, and Thomson looked much more confident in his skin. Tambry seemed to be a good influence on Robby, as he was far less of a jerk than he had been the previous year, and the twins fit in with the older teens again quickly. Thompson took advantage of his access to the theater and sneaked everyone in for a private viewing of a movie, then afterward they all enjoyed a big plate of nachos along with cups of hot chocolate and coffee at Greasy’s Diner. Finally they all had fun setting off small firecrackers at the top of the bluff as they rang in the new year at midnight. When she dropped the kids off at the Shack in the wee hours, Wendy told them how cool it was to see her little buds back to their old selves again.
Following a quiet New Year’s Day, Soos came out to the Shack to have a visit after he took Melody back to Portland. He and the twins had a blast playing board games, then he took them to town for some old-time arcade gaming and a couple of rounds of laser tag. Like Wendy and her friends, he seemed oblivious to any unusual dynamic between Dipper and Mabel.
Later that evening after dinner, Stan suggested he could teach the kids the right way to play poker. While Dipper liked the idea, Mabel stretched and yawned exaggeratedly, saying she was very tired, and looked pointedly at her brother. He asked her if she was all right, then suggested maybe she could turn in to get some rest while Stan gave him some pointers for the card game. Stan sighed and informed Dipper that knowing how to read facial and body signals is key to playing poker, and he obviously wasn’t ready to learn that yet. Dipper was still confused as Stan put the cards away, until Mabel took his hand and dragged him up the stairs.
Very shortly afterwards, Dipper successfully demonstrated his ability to roll on a condom and then use it for the job it was intended for. Fifteen minutes later, Mabel gave it a try with a second rubber, and proved equally proficient at the skill. This one served its purpose for quite some time longer than the first.
A third condom was also sacrificed before the twins fell asleep that night.
Friday was the last full day before the bus ride home. Dipper and Mabel only came downstairs long enough for trips to the washroom and quick bites to eat, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with their uncle as much as possible. Stan barely saw the twins at all the entire day, and he supposed he couldn’t blame them.
“I wish you didn’t live so far away, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel whimpered, hugging her uncle tight.
The old man patted Mabel on back as he returned the embrace. “You and me both, Pumpkin.”
Mabel sniffed and wiped her eyes as she pulled back from Stan’s cheek, turning her head at the sound of a shoe crunching on snow beside her. Dipper had just finished handing their bags to the bus driver, and now stood uncertainly.
“I … I want to thank you, Grunkle Stan,” he stammered. “For everything! I don’t … we don’t know what we’d have done without you.”
“Yeah,” Mabel added with a hard swallow. “You did a lot to help us … to protect us!”
Stan shrugged. “Hey, you ignored half of what I tried to tell you.” His expression turned sympathetic. “I’m just glad some of what I did managed to help!”
Dipper nodded gratefully and stepped into Stan’s other arm, and the Pines family all shared a close family squeeze.
“You two are what you are to each other, and I get it,” Stan murmured quietly as he held them. “This is going to be tough for you, no matter what happens. Just … be careful! And take good care of each other!”
“We will,” Dipper mumbled into Stan’s shoulder.
Mabel wept lightly on Stan’s opposite shoulder. “We love you, Grunkle Stan!”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Stan grumbled. He heard a clearing of a throat from the direction of the bus. “C’mon. The driver isn’t gonna wait all day on you kids.” He relaxed his arms and nudged them away. “You have to get your butts moving.”
The twins reluctantly stepped back. Picking up their carry-on packs, they walked slowly onto the coach stairs, waving and calling goodbye.
“Good luck!” Stan called back while waving.
He watched through the windows as they found their way to the back seat of the mostly empty bus. Mabel frantically waved one last time as the driver wasted no time pulling away from the side of the road. Soon the roar of the exhaust faded, and the taillights disappeared from view over a hill beneath the late afternoon setting sun.
“You're gonna need it,” Stan said sadly to himself, then slowly turned back to his car.
The first several miles were spent in relative quiet, the twins lost in their thoughts. Dipper held Mabel’s hand as they watched the rural Oregon scenery stream past the window.
Mabel broke the silence. “How’s your new pills going? Are they still working?”
“Yeah, actually!” Dipper replied. “Last weekend I had still been been feeling the cravings first thing in the morning and the end of the day, but the last few days have been good. I’m down to one Methadone daily, as of this morning.”
Dipper felt Mabel squeeze his hand. “That’s good, Dip! I’m really proud of you!” she said.
He squeezed back on Mabel’s hand, one side of his mouth twitching up. “I think I’ve kicked it, but I’ll know for sure next week.” His eyes fell, his expression turning somber. “I know I never want to have pills like that in the house again. For … either of us!”
Mabel looped her arm through Dipper’s and she pulled herself close. “I’m sorry about all that crazy stuff I said about wanting those pills,” she said quietly, staring at the seatback in front of her. “And for all the other stuff about … hurting myself.”
Dipper’s gaze also was fixed vacantly straight ahead. “I was really scared,” he replied almost inaudibly, unconsciously pulling tighter on Mabel’s arm.
“I know, cause I was too!” Mabel admitted. “I didn’t know how to handle all the junk I was feeling. And the meds I was on really didn’t seem to be helping.”
Her brother quickly glanced over to her with knit eyebrows. “Wait, the meds you were on?” Dipper inquired. “You stopped taking the Prozac?” Mabel nodded. “When did this happen?”
“Last weekend,” she quipped, clearly unconcerned. When Dipper’s frown did not disappear, Mabel sighed. “Dipper, putting all of our poop in the past was all I needed. I’m fine! I never felt like I was being helped by the antidepressants, anyways!”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Dipper allowed. “But what are Mom and Dad going to say?”
Mabel shrugged. “I dunno … If I don’t need ‘em, they wouldn’t want me to be taking drugs I don’t need, would they?”
“No, I suppose not. But this does raise another problem we need to talk about,” Dipper said.
“You mean Daddy and Mama,” Mabel acknowledged. “What are we gonna tell them about why we’re all fine and dandy again all of a sudden after our extra time at Gravity Falls?”
Dipper nodded gravely. “Right. They never really bothered either of us all this time about finding out what happened in September because we’ve both been really down. But now … when they see both of us happy again, they’ll want to know everything.”
Mabel pursed her lips in dramatic thought, a sly grin on her face. “I don’t suppose we could act like we’re still all angsty and stuff, could we?”
“Yeah, right!” Dipper chuckled. “Just what we need, another layer of lies and deception to try to keep straight.” Mabel stuck out her tongue, a silly gesture which Dipper returned. “But seriously, Mabes. We need to come up with something.”
The playful look on Mabel’s face fell away and she became pensive. “Actuaaaaaaa-ally,” she began, “I do have an idea, but …”
“But what?” Dipper prompted.
“... but it kindaaaaaaa … really makes you look …” Mabel peered at Dipper with remorse, “... bad!”
“It’s okay,” Dipper said after steeling himself, “let me hear it.”
Mabel hemmed and hawed, then explained. “The first time they knew that something was wrong was the night you … you know … broke everything off.” Her voice faltered at the memory. “And I got really mad! Did you ever explain to them anything about what happened?” Dipper shook his head. “Me neither. So … I’m thinking we could tell them that we were studying in your room, and I started teasing you about something. Something really mean, like maybe that you’d never get yourself a girlfriend, or whatever. And I didn’t stop, I kept teasing you over and over. And finally …” Mabel took a deep breath, “... we say you had enough, and … you …” she gazed at Dipper apologetically, “… hit me.”
Dipper paled. He couldn’t imagine striking his twin! Their parents would be completely shocked by the suggestion that he could do this. But then he quickly saw that the absurdity of the idea was precisely what they were looking for! For Mabel to have had such a furious reaction, for Dipper to have been so forlorn … it deftly explained what could have caused Dipper to walk out the afternoon he got mugged in Oakland. And from there all the hard feelings that followed, evident for everyone to see. It was also a completely rational reason for the twins to not want to talk about it to their parents. As horrible as it was, it was a perfect explanation!
“I’m sorry!” Mabel whispered meekly.
“No, it’s okay,” Dipper said shakily, “that actually sounds good. Well, no … it sounds terrible, but … I think that could work.” He rubbed his forehead. “But what about why we’re better now? In this story, what happened this past week to explain how you could forgive me for that?”
After a moment of thought, Mabel half-smiled sardonically. “Well, I did slug you and knocked you out.” She softly placed her hand on Dipper’s cheek. “Sorry again for that!” she said gently.
Dipper snorted dismissively. “Mabel, I don’t care about that!”
“Still, maybe we tell them a small bit of the truth. We say you hit me, so I clocked you back, and … now we’ve called it even?”
“You think Dad would just let that be the end of it?” Dipper mused. “That his kids now solve their disagreements by punching each other?”
“I guess not,” Mabel conceded. Then her face lit up. “Wait, I’ll know we’ll tell them! We won’t tell a small bit of truth!” She paused dramatically as Dipper looked questioningly at her. “We’ll tell them something that actually is the truth!”
Dipper’s expression was transformed into disbelief of Mabel’s sanity. She waved her hand. “Not that truth, silly!” she admonished him. “The part about how you found your faith! When you told me what happened to you, when you gave yourself up, all the hurt and mistrust that I felt … just went away! Sure, I won’t I’ll tell them everything, but that really was the moment I knew you would be with me, and you wouldn’t ever hurt me again!” She giggled lightly. “Why shouldn’t that be the moment when I forgave you for something stupid you did? It actually was!” Mabel tilted her head when she didn’t read complete agreement on her brother’s face. “You don’t want to tell them, Dip? You’re not gonna hide your belief from Daddy and Mama, are you?”
“Oh no, not at all!” Dipper replied carefully. “I just … I’m having trouble separating that moment from us! From us together!” He relaxed after a moment’s thought. “But that’s cool that you look at that moment in that way. And yeah, we totally can tell them that was when we sorted things out between us.”
Mabel looked pleased with her own cleverness. “Good! It makes it easier to tell a fib about something when most of it is actually real! It’ll be a lot better for when I go back to church.”
That stirred a question that had been on Dipper’s mind. “Mabel … what do you believe? I mean, you don’t have to follow along with me, if you don’t want t-”
“Dipper, I’m not at all sure what I believe,” Mabel interjected, “but I’m open to everything, and for now I’m more than happy sharing your journey with you.” Dipper smiled warmly, happy that Mabel wasn’t feeling forced or uncomfortable with his religious conversion. Mabel smiled back fondly. Then she remembered something. “Wait! That huge black Bible of yours! Where did that come from anyways? I’ve never seen it before, and I didn’t see you pack it in your suitcase.”
“Well … I didn’t pack it,” admitted Dipper. “I have ... a secret hiding place for it at the Shack.”
“Really? Cool!” Mabel’s eyes were huge with the promise of old familiar intrigue that she associated with their adventures in Gravity Falls. “Where is it?”
It was Dipper’s turn to be very satisfied with himself. “It wouldn’t be a secret if I told anyone, would it?”
“Ah man! You’re not even gonna tell me?” Mabel pouted adorably. “When we go back, I am so gonna find your mysterious hidey hole!” She poked Dipper in the stomach, triggering a mini tickle fight. Quickly they were laughing uncontrollably as they poked mitten-clad hands anywhere they could reach to try to force the other to submit. Finally Mabel wrestled Dipper down onto his back on the coach seats and attacked his ribs mercilessly, leaving Dipper helpless and unable to breathe, he was laughing so hard. Mabel accepted his surrender. “I’m always gonna be the Alpha Twin, you know!” she smirked.
Gasping hard, Dipper sat up and blushed sheepishly at the stares they received from some of the other passengers, separated from them by several rows of empty seats. “Fine!” he chuckled quietly. “I pledge my loyalty to you, my Alpha! You happy?”
“For now!” Mabel proclaimed with smugness. Dipper sat back in the corner next to the window, and Mabel settled in close beside him. “I’ve missed doing dumb stuff like this with you,” she sighed. “I’m so glad we’re back to this again!”
“Yeah,” smiled Dipper, accepting Mabel’s weight on himself. “Just like the good old days.”
Mabel suddenly turned to Dipper. “Wait a minute!” she demanded excitedly. “Hold the gosh-darned phone!”
Dipper shook his head in bemusement at his unpredictable sister. “Yes?”
“We had a great time this week, right?” Mabel asked. “Not … up in the attic ... but the other stuff! Dumb, innocent stuff that’s fun!” Her brother nodded agreement. “Well do you know when was the last time we had fun like that together?”
“Uhh …” Dipper tried to think of such a time. “Not recently, for sure.” He couldn’t think of a single light-hearted moment in California the entire autumn: he and Mabel had been angry, frightened, saddened, or passionate, but never had it been just plain-old fun. Even their last week of summer had been dedicated exclusively to their new romantic feelings for each other. “I guess I’d say … our birthday in Portland?”
“Correct-a-mundo!” Mabel declared. “There might have been other things on our minds that day, but until we got back to the hotel, that was a fun day! And so were a bunch of days before that! Then with everything that happened after that night, everything changed! We changed!”
“Well, yeah! Obviously!” Dipper said, confused. “We realized we loved each other. Of course we changed.”
“But it’s how we changed, Dipper!” she cried, frustrated over her inability to articulate her thoughts. “Here, think of it this way … After our birthday, how would you describe your relationship to me?”
Dipper didn’t hesitate. “Boyfriend.” Then a shy smile. “Lover.”
Mabel raised a finger. “And other than ‘brother’ or ‘twin’, how would you describe your relationship to me before our birthday?”
He only paused for a moment. “Friend.” And then another smile, this one full of understanding. “Best friend!”
“Exactly!” Mabel exclaimed. “We were so new at this, so busy figuring out how to be lovers, we forgot to be friends!” She grabbed Dipper’s hand excitedly. “You have always been my Bee-Eff-Eff, Dip-Dop! But it never felt like it after all this started happening.”
“You’re right!” Dipper muttered, amazed at how dense they both had been all this time. “I gave up being your friend by trying to be your boyfriend … when what really I should have been able to be …”
“... is both!” the twins said in unison.
Mabel nodded excitedly. “If we can remember that, this whole thing will be so much easier on us, won’t it?”
Dipper agreed. “Yeah! Man, it’s crazy we never saw this before.”
“And we can’t be all things to each other,” Mabel added. “Part of what made this past week so much fun was spending time with friends. I need to make things better with my old posse at school. And you with your nerd friends.”
“And we can’t ignore Mom and Dad anymore, either,” Dipper pointed out. “We have to be careful, but we’ll all be happier if we aren’t scared of them. Then they’ll go back to treating us normally.”
Mabel grinned. “If Mama and Daddy think everything is just fine again …”
Dipper grinned back. “... then maybe we’ll get some time alone again!” He puffed his chest proudly. “I can learn to take some risks!”
Mabel wagged her finger mockingly. “But not too big of a risk, mister!”
The twins laughed, happy and relaxed. The sky was darkening fast, and there were hours to go before their next stop. They agreed to take a nap, much as the others on the bus appeared to be doing. Dipper sat up straight, his feet dangling off the floor, while Mabel tucked her feet under herself, and she leaned her cheek on her broseph;s shoulder and got comfortable. Dipper’s arm wrapped easily around her.
“You know, for as many mistakes as we’ve made since our birthday, there is one thing we did that is exactly right,” Dipper yawned, with his own cheek resting on Mabel’s head.
“Yeah? What’s that?” muttered Mabel sleepily, her eyes heavy.
Dipper brought his free arm across his body, the knuckles of his fist touching Mabel’s thigh. She smiled and lazily bumped her own fist onto his as her eyes closed.
“I love you, too,” the twins whispered together.
They fell asleep as the bus moved steadily down the highway, to their home, their future together about to be written again.
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