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The Tunnel	By : PineWreths Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 9596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Tunnel
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Epilogue
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Soos lets out a whoop from behind the driver seat as they clamber into the back of the van. “Doods, good to see ya. Watermania, here we come!”
He had made the trip over here supposedly to see Watermania, the fabled “Week of Wet!”, but both twins knew that he would have found a reason besides half-off waterpark tickets to come visit. Dipper grins, sincerely, and seeing his toothy smile and the little ridiculously cute tuft of a peach fuzz goatee, Mabel can feel her stomach doing a bit of the butterfly dealio it was doing earlier.
She clambers in the back, sitting next to Dipper as he scoots a pile of Nyums and Candy Koalas the size of a small toddler off to one side, onto the pack of Pitt cola on the floor. “Hey, hey guys: Help yourselves!” Soos says, gesturing over the back of the seat to the small mountains of snacks. He grabs a Pitt for himself, cracking it open as the car pulls out of the drive and heads for the highway.
Although, thinking back, the feeling from seeing her brobro’s smile was definitely not as butterfly-y as the blot-out-the-sun butterfly-cannon she felt when Dipper poked her leg up in his bedroom. That was a bit of a shock; She’d had fun seeing the stares and, heh, physical reactions of the boys at the pool here in the hometown last summer, but Mabes definitely was not expecting her little brother to do that too. Judging from his looks of anxiety and relief, though, her smile didn’t give away that she’d definitelynoticed his excitement.
On cue, the little voice of reason in her mind cropped up again. It’s still a bad idea, you know. Dips won’t go for it, and you’ll just make stuff bleargh between you two. She caught herself frowning internally, and nodding her head slightly, before the little mischievous voice in the back piped up. Well, Aiden never gave you jitters like that, and you made out with him! Mermando was the best thing short of a vampire and he didn’t even register more than a 2.5 on the Internal Butterfly Scale. Heck, even the vampires didn’t come close to Dip.
She grinned and stared off into the middle distance, remembering vampiric boyfriends past but more largely revelling in the warm fuzzy feeling she’d gotten in the bedroom. Dipper leant in to be heard over Soos’ classic rock CD, saying with a smile “Hey Mabes, what’s so funny?”
She started and stifled a squeak of surprise, but turned to him a bit sheepishly and said “Oh, heh, it’s nothing Dippingdots. Just fun memories of the Mystery Shack an’ Grunkle Stan. Jus-just that, yupperski do.” He nodded, giving her an odd, slightly-sad smile, and then he leaned back in the battered seat. Good one Mabes. Remind him of the awesomesauce times at the Shack while we’re stuck here for the summer instead.
Mael sighed internally, and went to emulate her brother in leaning back, only to find a broken nub of plastic where the headrest would have gone. She frowned, trying and failing to comfortably situate her head on the back of the seat. Again, unbidden, a little grinning and innocently whistling part of the back of her mind said Well, I guess you can either sit upright and still the entire trip, use the case of soda on one side as a pillow, or use Dip’s squishy naptastic lap on the other side…
Before the internal voices of reason could wake up enough to voice opposition to the idea, Mabel stretched out her arms over her head, yawning loudly. “Hey Dipper,” she says, pointedly poking the nub of warped plastic behind her head with a finger, “Can I start a napathon on your lap?”
The strangled, cracked reply of “Oh-Uh, sure? Sure, definitely,” is definitely making the part of her mind from earlier bounce up and down excitedly. Ha-ha, it wasn’t just nothing, was it! Of course, she thinks as the voices of reason get their act together, It also mighta just been some involuntary kinda thing, like when we see unpetted puppies that need petting.
The internal forum affirms this idea, more than a few stray thoughts veering towards the idea of adorable puppies as she lies her head down on Dipper’s lap. He hastily puts one of his hands down there, presumably to cradle her noggin but also probably making sure he doesn’t, well, get a stiffy and poke her again, this time in the back of her head.
Well, we could always turn to face the offending poker and see what we can do to stop the poking.She feels the tips of her ears go crimson as heat flushes to her face and more than a little between her legs, while the rest of her mind interjects with Nopenopenope this is fine, this is more than fine, he’s our brother, just sit and relax. You’re already pushing it as it is.
Mabel began to take longer, deeper breaths as the CD and Soos’ off-key singing mixed with her breathing and the rumble of the road. Comfortable minutes pass, and soon the only feeling she was aware of was her brother’s warmth, and the rise and fall of his chest. After a few more relaxing minutes, she begins to notice that his breathing was getting shallower, faster. Mabel opened her eyes to see him peering down at her, an odd mixture of apprehension but also affection written across his face.
He notices her glance, and gives her a little awkward smile, that she returns. His free hand comes down and begins to rub the side of her bare shoulder. Butterflies beginning their thing again, she turns her head from being on it’s side until she’s facing directly up looking at him, and says “What’s got you smiling like that?”
He chuckles awkwardly, his other hand going to rub his neck as he glances out the window before looking back down at her. “Oh, heh, just, you know, trying to sort out some thoughts and stuff. Nothing important, don’t worry.” She feels a twinge of sadness at the last part, until she sees that his face is displaying the exact opposite, his brow doing the little funny birthmark-squishing thing it does when he’s deep in thought about something important.
She reaches a hand up to his cheek, causing him to start at her touch and feeling a distinct throb from the hand under her head. As he looks down at her, Mabel gives him a broad smile and begins to say “Dip, I-”
Just then, the van swerved to one side, and hit a massive pothole, sending Mabel’s head up and slamming back down right onto Dipper’s crotch. He let out a “Hrgmph!” and a low under-the-breath keening noise of pain as Mabel abruptly sits up, saying “Oohsorrysorrysorry” and hugging Dippingsauce around his shoulders.
Soos calls back “Whoa, sorry guys! Dey really got some impressive potholes over here,” apparently oblivious to Dipper’s plight. Well, it’s not like I can exactly kiss it and make it better, she thinks as she continues to hug her grimacing brother, although the thought of that does send a little spark of flush to her cheeks and between her legs. She brushes off the thoughts, and as they slow down, they cross a pair of speedbumps, each eliciting a strangled “Eep!” from Dipper.
“Hey, hey, hey, check it out doods-Watermania!” Dipper was still distracted and leaning forward, eyes watering and continuing to make quiet unhappy noises, but Mabel was able to look out the window to see the waterslide-topped magnificence with her own eyes.She squinted, but couldn’t quite see the ride she was looking for.
As they pulled into a parking spot, she helped Dipper limp his way out of the car. “Ah man, what the heck happened to you?” Soos said before her brother’s wheezing and groaning clued him in. “Oh jeez, that sucks man. Hey, hey, you want me to go and get you like a snowcone or something?”
Dipper let out a noncommittal shrug, and Soos gave him a look of sympathy, before getting in line to get their tickets. “All right man, but you let me know the second there’s anything I can getcha to help.” Dipper gave him a weak smile, before groaning after taking a few more steps.
As she walked forward through the gate, while most of her attention was focused on helping support her injured brother, part of her was simply crossing her fingers in the hopes that there wouldn’t be any more problems with her hopes and plans for today.
Oh man, please let it be open, please let it be open.
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