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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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- 5
Mabel and Dipper both groan as soon as the line comes into sight. Whitewater Terror’s line wraps almost fully around the ride itself, but Mabel hasn’t come this far just to give up now.
Besides, she thinks, Dip would probably start getting his suspicion-brain all suspiciony if we skipped one, especially this one. He’d brought up this ride every time the Watermania trip came up, and she knew if they skipped this one he’d be dejected for the rest of the trip.
And that certainly won’t do for later. At least, assuming everything keeps going hunky-dory along with my surefire plan.
The twins walk to the back of the line, behind a trio of giggling college girls who are busy apparently ranting about a mutual annoying friend. Mabel abruptly feels a tinge of embarrassment and anxiety; Their swimsuits are filled out much more than hers while being simultaneously smaller, and she begins to regret her choice of attire.
The Cherry Bomb was cute, but there had been those two canary-yellow and teal pieces that had been much smaller and risque than this one, but she had dismissed them because of the distinct lack of glitter and…well, fun, for lack of a better word. They didn’t feel Mabel-y, but she began to chew her lip as she wondered if maybe Mabel-y shouldn’t have been her biggest priority for what to wear.
Dippingsauce must have noticed her anxiousness, since he abruptly stops the eye-roll he was making towards the girl’s conversation. He looks at her, concern radiating from his eyes, and she is suddenly lost. Looking over the wide eyes, she could make out the slight wrinkles around the edges from experiences no kids should have experienced, ones that probably aged them both by years. Dipper always had protected her, and the hint of sadness his expression held always reminded her that her brother always was the one to take the brunt of whatever baddies or monsters or mind-blasting terrors life had thrown at them. She can’t help but smile as she sees the eyes crinkle in a smile with his words, as he-
Wait, words? Oh crap; She’d kinda-sorta-maybe been not paying attention, and so had to stumble out a “Oh, uh, what? Sorry Dippingdots, I was kinda lost in thought there for a sec.”
He chuckles, warmly and with a surprising degree of understanding she doesn’t always hear from his voice. “Well, for one, we’re about to lose our spot in line.”
He gestures up at the large gap between them and the college girls, and Mabel grabs his hand again, yanking them forward to make up the distance as he lets out a “Whoa!” in surprise. They come to an abrupt stop, and again the swimsuit-clad older girls have Mabel chewing her lip. If I wanted to catch Dip’s eye, I definitely should have brought my A-game. Ergh, Mabes, ya done goofed and-
A gentle hand on her shoulder turns her to face her brother, a soft smile on his face as he looks at her in concern. “Mabes, what’s wrong?”
She gives him a wide grin. “Wrong? What, the Mabester? Nah, nuthin’s wrong little bro, your Alpha twin is A-ok right now-”
Her voice cuts off as he gives her a look of disbelief, and she shrugs, wishing desperately for one of her sweaters to retreat to. “Come on Mabel, you’re doing your lip-bite thing. What’s up?”
She can’t help but glance towards the trio of giggling girls in line in front of them, and Dipper follows her gaze. He looks confused, but then his gaze drops to see where she has unconsciously shifted her arms to cover her own comparatively-flatter chest. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ of understanding, and he takes a step forward to hug her, her head against his shoulder.
Her eyes begin to well up, even as her little internal voice says Stupid tears bein’ stupid for no reason. Dip’s free to look at whoever he wants, and it was a dumb idea to even try and Cherry Bomb it up today. She lets out a little quiet sob, shaking once, and while nobody else probably heard (The two guys behind them are too busy arguing about which ride was the best), Dipper lets out a quiet “Oh man, Mabel, it’s ok, it’s ok. Shhhh, it’s alright, I’m here.”
She sniffles and takes a shuddering breath even as his soothing voice calms her down, but still her thoughts keep cropping back up and reminding her that this was a bad idea all-around. You woulda had just as much fun in the Captain Elephant shirt and wouldn’t have had to be all weird and cry about some girls who never did a thing to you.
As the next few minutes pass, the line shifts forward a few times as she moves to standing next to Dip. Her brother just guides her forward, his hand laced with hers and her eyes still squelched shut so she doesn’t have to see him obviously staring at the girls in front, with their tight butts and their put-the-Mabel-brand-sweater-puppies-to-shame breasts.
But when her eyes open, Dipper is just looking at her, quiet concern still written all over his face as he tries to keep a weak smile going. “Mabes, don’t compare yourself to them. You look amazing,” as her heart does a little fluttery thing that tickles her back of her throat as well as sends a little warming tingle all over her, “And I’d bet that any guy here thinks you look amazing as well. Alright?”
He finishes that last sentence tucking a finger under her chin to lift her head so she meets his gaze, and gives her a smile that makes her chest do the flutter-thing again. She returns his smile, saying weakly “Heh, yeah, ‘any guy.’ If you say so brobro.”
But I don’t care about ‘any guy,’ I care about ONE guy, and that guy isn’t a guy who should be thinking I look like that. A little thought pipes up: Well, fuggedabout “should,” he’s the one who DID say we look amazing. That’s gotta count, right?
He gives her another smile, his hand giving hers a squeeze. “I know so. Trust me, I call ‘em as I see ‘em.” She grins, and she feels a flood of heat to her cheeks as she realizes that his face-His amazingly kissable and smoochable face the little voice interjects-is just a couple inches from hers.
Almost unconsciously, she starts to lean forward, all sorts of alarms and internal thoughts saying This is a bad idea Mabes, knock it off before you embarrass yourself and have to go live in a cave in the woods with Waddles for shame.
And then, her heart skips at least three beats as she feels him lean back towards her.
Yesyesyeswheeeeeee-
“GAH!” Dipper stars backwards from her, and for a moment Mabel’s world begins to shatter around the edges. Bad idea, bad Mabel, the plan was never gonna work and now everything is all gunked up and Dip’s gonna hate you forever, she thought as she opens her eyes to see Dipper staring behind them.
She glances that way, and suddenly feels the warm, happy flush become a burning of embarrassment as she sees the two guys behind them, staring at her and Dipper. She involuntarily lets out a squeal and takes a sharp step backwards from Dipper, bumping her shoulder hard against the metal rail fence alongside the ride perimeter.
She barely notices the bump, and the two guys who had been watching them cough in embarrassment as Dipper glares them down, letting out a “Oh, uh, sorry,” before shuffling to look the other direction. Mabel was feeling quite sure that if they’d still had the Journals, he would have cursed the guy on the spot.
As it was, though, silent glaring apparently did the trick. After a couple of seconds of mortified silence, one of them nudges his friend off in the direction of the rest of the park, and they leave with a second, muttered but sincere “Sorry.” A mom and three squealing children replace them, but by this time Mabel is staring rigidly straight ahead, her thoughts a jumble as she starts to hyperventilate.
Her breath catches as she feels Dipper’s hand grab hers, interlacing fingers again and giving hers a squeeze. She looks over to him, and behind the identical blush of embarrassment and sheepishness of his smile is a look of, dare she think it, hope?
Oh man, oh man, it totally is! That look seals it, and she returns his smile and hand-squeeze, and his smile breaks into a toothy grin and awkward laugh. She joins in the laugh, and it goes from awkward to wholehearted as she feels tension melt off her shoulders, not just from the interruption but tension from, gosh, days and weeks and months of thought and worry about this trip.
She enjoys the warmth of his arm as they stand shoulder to shoulder, and is surprised to see them pass the churro cart they saw before getting in line, the one that was right close to the head of the ride. She points it out to Dipper, and he tells her “Hang on a sec,” before ducking under the handrail and going to the cart.
She giggles with excitement as he comes back with two warm, drowning-in-sugar churros that they munch while waiting the last few minutes of the line. While the sugar was a nice pick-me-up for her mood, better still is her arm and the comfort of holding his hand, where he occasionally gives her the light squeeze and sends thrills across her.
They finally reach the top, where a bored lifeguard says something indistinct to the girls ahead of them and they file into one of the huge rafts. This was one of the new rides, one Mabel hadn’t been on before, and it had a big six-person raft that everyone sat on and held straps as it plunged through the corners. Already sitting there was one bored-looking elementary-aged boy wearing a t-shirt and a sour expression; Mabel guessed the rest of his group got to ride ahead or something.
As they came up, the lifeguard glanced over them before looking at the raft, saying “Alright bud, you can sit over there on that side, and your girlfriend can sit over there to balance it all out.”
She can feel Dipper’s hand tense before he lets go, trying to stammer out a “Uh, b-but she’s, well, she’s not actually-uh, heh.” The lifeguard just rolls her eyes and says “Whatever” in a flat tone, pointing Dippingsauce to the other end of the raft. Mabel takes her spot, one of the college girls on either side, as she loops her arms through the provided straps.
She has another moment of fleeting anxiety, seeing the girls next to her compared to her own body, but looking up her brother’s gaze is giving her and her alone a warm smile as the raft gently sets off. She feels a bit of heat race down her as he looks her over appreciatively, and can’t resist a slight giggle as she sees him starting to sport a bulge in his shorts again.
He notices her giggle, raising an eyebrow questioningly, to which she just looks down at his crotch and back to his face. He follows her glance, and she can see him blush and look away in embarrassment with a quiet little “Erk!” Mabel laughs, and laughs again as they all scream in excitement as they go over the first drop.
A splashy and spinning minute later, the raft has been ejected into a little lazy river, and the other occupants begin to file out. One of the girls is raving to go again, but her two friends point back off towards the wave pool, while Annoyed T-Shirt Boy, as Mabel dubbed him in her head, has run off to catch up with a group of other kids around the corner.
She accepts Dipper’s gentlemanly hand to help her out of the raft. “Well thank you Sir Dippingsauce. Your kindness shall not be forgotten,” she says, as she begins walking in front of him down the cement path.
She freezes, though, when she hears him say “Oh god, Mabel!” in a voice etched with distress.
Unbidden, the little voice of pessimism returns: It was too good to be true. You probably doinked everything up and it just took him a minute to realize it.
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