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Fistbump (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 13063 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The twins were seated at a table in the fancy steakhouse. They had drawn a few stares, as it must have looked odd for two well-dressed young teenagers to have dinner alone in an expensive restaurant.
They were given menus and had their water glasses filled. Dipper gulped as he glanced at the menu, not prepared for just how pricy a good steak dinner could cost. But this was still their special day, and he resolved to not worry about it. He ordered a small porterhouse, while Mabel ordered a halibut and shrimp dinner.
After the waiter left, Dipper leaned forward. “Okay, now are you going to tell me what’s up with you?”
Mabel smiled shyly. “I just wanted to see what your reaction would be,” she replied softly, her goofiness melting away.
Dipper blushed, thankful for the dark room. “I thought that was already obvious from the museum this morning. What were you expecting?”
“Exactly what I got, I suppose,” she said. “And I’m glad you’re talking about this morning. You don’t have to feel bad about it.”
“Thanks,” Dipper replied, looking sheepish. “You do look really good, though. I mean, really good. I mean it, Mabel. That was … really hot!” Mabel beamed at the praise.
“So, you don’t have to worry about how you look, everyone will think you’re beautiful. You’ve got no worries about that!” Dipper continued.
Mabel stopped as she was about to take a sip of water. “What?”
“I’m just being honest here. If I reacted that way to seeing you, you know other guys will even more. I guess … it’s just surprising to me that you’ve got this … body issue. You’ve always been so comfortable with yourself. But hey, like I said, I don’t think you’ve got a thing to worry about!” Dipper finished warmly.
Mabel blinked. She was now realizing that Dipper had to be the thickest, most oblivious guy she had ever known. She had just showed off herself to him in the smallest garment in the known world. She had done it for him. But he thought that she was just practicing for someone else? She supposed it was a brotherly-nice thing to say. But she also felt like walking into the kitchen of the restaurant and finding a big frying pan, because Dipper needed to be hit over the head as soon as possible.
Instead, Mabel elected to just keep the conversation going, in hopes of steering him back to her way of thinking.
“Thanks,” she told him. “Have you ever … seen a bikini like that before?”
Dipper reddened again. “No, that was the smallest one I’ve ever seen. I haven’t seen anything like that! Not even …” He stopped, and deliberately picked up his water glass for a drink.
It was too much fun to turn the screws on her brother. “Not even what, little brother?” Mabel teased. “Where else have you been looking?”
“Oh God, Mabel, why are you doing this to me?” Dipper groaned, covering his face.
“Because it’s fun, of course, silly! Now c’mon! Where else?” Mabel shot back.
Dipper paused, hoping his sister would just evaporate. It didn’t happen. “You know, magazines, catalogs … the Internet …”
“Hah! I knew it! You look at porn on the Internet!” Mabel laughed, not disgustedly. Dipper frantically signalled her to lower her voice. Mabel complied. “You are such a perv!” she whispered loudly.
Dipper’s discomfort was palpable. He looked down at the table, unable to deny it.
“Oh, get over it!” Mabel continued. “I know all you guys do it. Although I don’t know why you don’t just get a real girl.” Mabel was trying to prod Dipper to the closest willing target.
“Oh, yeah, right!” Dipper said bitterly. “Like that’ll ever happen.”
“All you’ve got to do is look around and someone will be there!” Mabel was almost singing, and felt like she needed to wave flags.
Dipper would not take any hints. “Mabel, you don’t understand. There’s a difference! There’s a difference between …” Dipper closed his eyes, “ ‘getting off’ … and having a girlfriend. They’re not the same thing!”
“Well, yeah, one requires another human being, and the other doesn’t!”
Dipper forged on. “No, it’s really … I don’t know how to describe it, but …” Dipper was determined that since Mabel was going to go down this path with their conversation, she was at least going to understand him.
“Look,” Dipper began, trying to be clinical, “I can get all worked up. I get … horny.” Mabel stifled a snicker. “A lot of that isn’t really under my control. I think with my head, but a lot of that stuff comes from …” He stopped, tilting his head and rolling his eyes downward.
“From your little head?” Mabel suggested helpfully.
Dipper winced in pain, then sagged. “That’s actually not such a bad name, I guess,” he said, then continued. “When a guy gets horny, he needs to get off. He can use his hand, or he … uses a girl instead.”
"Uses a girl?” Mabel piped up irritated.
“Yes! You’re right, yes!” Dipper agreed. “I know. I’ve listened to Robbie talking with his buddies. For the ones who have had sex, it sounds like they just … they don’t really care about the girls they’re with, it’s all about just getting off.” Dipper paused. “That’s not what I want in a girlfriend, though.” The salads for their dinner arrived, and Dipper wanted to wait for the server to leave before continuing.
Mabel waited for Dipper to pick up the conversation, then prodded him on. “So? What do you want in a girlfriend?”
“I don’t know! I’d … need to like her! She would have to be interesting, and fun, and smart, and … stuff,” he finished lamely.
Mabel saw it at once. “Dipper, you romantic scallywag!” she cried. “You want to be in love!”
Dipper tried to process that statement. “I … guess you’re right! I can’t put words any better than that into describing what I would want.”
“Well you’ve been in love before! You were totally in love with Wendy last summer!”
“I don’t really know that I was,” Dipper remembered. “I think it was more of a crush. I mean, it was really awkward when that whole bunker thing happened, but she’s way older than me, it was just weird. I think if I’d really been in love, I’d have been a lot more broke up about it afterward.”
“Alright, then,” said Mabel, “what about Pacifica? By the end of the summer you were pretty friendly with her. Did you love her?”
“No, it was more like really close friends with her.” He paused, thinking of the change that had occurred, from little rich bitch to a really nice, but damaged, girl. “When I found out all the horrible abuse her parents had done to her growing up, I was happy just to be a normal person in her life. She had you as a ‘girl’ friend, and she had me as a ‘guy’ friend. I was never her ‘boyfriend’.”
Mabel looked at Dipper. “I thought you two had kissed and everything.”
“We did, and she was the first girl I kissed. And it was nice and all, but … I knew we weren’t really meant to be more than that. No, I was never in love with Pacifica.”
“And nobody in school?” Mabel wondered.
Dipper almost snorted. “No, no one back home, either.”
Mabel was secretly pleased. She could be Dipper’s first love! She had to be cool about what to say next, though.
“So, then? What’s been missing?” she asked. “What’s some girl going to have to do to make you fall in love with her?”
Once again, Dipper was silent in thought. Then he said, “Nothing!”
Mabel didn’t like that answer. “Nothing?” she repeated, almost distressed.
Dipper smiled at Mabel’s concern for his love life, and tried to explain further. “There’s nothing a girl can do to make me fall in love. That’s up to me! If I like a girl, if I want to be with her, if I … if I think I can’t bear to live without her.” Fully realization of his thought finally occurred to him in words. “If I would sacrifice everything … and do anything for her … that's love!” Dipper stopped and thought about some more. “Yeah! I think that’s how I’ll know I’m in love. Thanks, Mabel!”
“Anytime,” Mabel replied. She was keeping a steady face, but her insides were churning. She was devastated. Dipper didn’t want her, not that way, and apparently there was nothing she could do to force him to change that. Maybe if he was like other boys, she could have used her body to manipulate him, to make him see her as she saw him, as she had been planning all afternoon. But now she understood, something she should have already known: he was not like other boys. He was Dipper, and it was what made him different that had made her love him so much.
The entrees arrived shortly afterwards. For the second time that day, Mabel forced herself to go on as if things were just fine. It was much harder to do the second time. Their dream day together was beginning to feel like a dream that had been lost.

Mabel was actually grateful for the performance of “Les Miserables”. It is known as a tear jerker, and with the way Mabel was feeling, she let the water works go. She had never cried so much in her life. Dipper’s eyes weren’t dry either, and both of them felt that they were through the wringer by the time the performance was over.
It was almost 11pm when they walked out to the street with the rest of the crowd. Though it had been a very long day for the kids, Dipper figured that they would be expected to go somewhere after the show. It was a very warm, pleasant night in downtown Portland, so they made the short walk down to Waterfront Park on the river. There were bike trails and lots of grass, and there was a rock and sand beach beside the marina. Because it was the weekend, there were plenty of people around soaking in the nighttime ambiance.
Dipper and Mabel were quiet, enjoying the beautiful night, but mostly just thinking of the day’s events. They engaged in small talk while they strolled in the direction of the marina. Dipper was feeling worn out but content, while Mabel was just worn out. She had filled so many buckets with tears, for the show’s characters and for herself, she didn’t know if there was anything left. Silently, she wished they would just go back to the hotel so she could go to sleep. She knew her sunny personality would come back with a new day. But for now, if Dipper was still wanting to keep going, so would she. She would tough it out for him.
For his part, Dipper noticed that Mabel looked tired, and thought he’d just get one more memory out of the evening before returning to the hotel. Near the water’s edge on the beach area, he had noticed a family of swans swimming serenely through the dark shallows. He suggested that they get a photo, and Mabel gamely agreed. Dipper said that with the low light, they would have to get a lot closer if they wanted the picture to come out, so they carefully walked down to the water’s edge.
They approached the line between where the sand changed from dry to wet. In the low light, Mabel didn’t see a depression in the sand, made when a rock had been pulled out of the sand by a small child earlier in the evening. Her foot went into the hole, causing her to lose her balance toward the water.
If she had just dropped, her legs, bum, and hands would have been sandy, perhaps a bit wet. But instead, she attempted to correct her balance, desperately trying to stay on her feet. Dipper reached for her arm to stop her, but she was out of his reach. The downward slope of the beach and the direction of her momentum resulted in her stumbling directly toward the river at increasing speed. Finally, after two fast lurches into the water, she landed with a large splash and loud shriek in water that was about knee high.
The commotion was heard and seen by several people. Some couldn’t help but laugh, and a few started down to see if they could help.
Dipper saw Mabel was unhurt, shook his head, and laughed softly at his crazy sister. He gingerly stepped into the water, prepared to help haul her up. He reached her and extended his hand as he asked “You okay, Mabel?” with a chuckle.
Mabel looked up and him. Then she looked away. He had never seen that … blank … expression on her face before.
It was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Mabel’s emotions as she sat in the water. All the anticipation, passion, joy, anxiety, thrills, heartache, and sorrow of the day finally froze in an instant with the humiliation of falling into a river while people watched and laughed. Even Dipper was laughing! Her heart seemingly gave up trying to feel anything, so she decided to just kind of shut down.
Dipper was immediately concerned at Mabel’s change of behavior. He reached down and grasped her hand and forearm, but Mabel pulled her hand free and crossed her arms in front of her chest, partly beneath the water’s surface. She made no move to get up.
“Mabel, what’s wrong?” Dipper asked her, growing more worried by the second.
“It’s too much. I can’t do it anymore,” she said quietly, looking down into the black water’s surface.
“Can’t do what anymore?” replied Dipper. He got no reply. “Come on, Mabel. You can’t just stay here. We have to go back to get you dried off. Let’s get up, let’s go,” he urged. Mabel just kept sitting in the water.
Some passersby had arrived at the water’s edge, one asking if the girl needed help. Dipper replied no, he just needed a minute, and they’d be all right. He turned back to Mabel.
She looked … broken.
Frantically Dipper tried to think of what happened, and what caused this. None of it made sense to him. So many things had gone on that day: the showers they had taken, the static electricity t-shirt, the boner, the bikini, the talk of relationships at dinner, the tears at the show … Mabel falling into a river was practically a mundane event compared to those!
Regardless, his job was to fix this. He had to. And … he had no idea what to do! What do you do for someone who is not physically injured, but just wants to sit in cold river water while fully dressed?
Dipper couldn’t process how this girl was the same girl that he knew so well, who had always seen the positive side of every situation. What had happened? What could he do? Did he hurt her somehow? He must have done something wrong. He couldn’t stand it if he had hurt her this badly! Surely she knew this? She couldn’t stay mad at him! He had to be able to do something for her! He’d do anything for her! He just had to …
His thoughts stopped.
He would do anything for her!
He remembered the significance of those words, his own words, from dinner earlier that evening.
And just like that, a wall in Dipper’s mind was demolished. It was a wall that he had built over a long time, meant to protect himself from emotions that he subconsciously knew might overwhelm him. A wall built of practicality, so he would not have to face up to a simple truth: he was hopelessly, madly in love with Mabel, and had been for a long time!
Instantly, in front of Mabel and several strangers, Dipper faced what Mabel had secretly tried to deal with all day. He quickly had to wage an internal battle between his love for his sister, versus the reasons he knew that such a relationship would never work. Tears unwittingly ran down his face, and his chest was shaking. He unsuccessfully choked down a sob.
Mabel glanced up at the sound. Dipper was crying. Again. He had cried often that day, and if she were in her normal state she would have been more touched that Dipper was wearing his heart on his sleeve. Still, she wondered what had caused him to lose his control again.
Dipper saw Mabel momentarily looking at him, and inside he leaped for just the smallest improvement in her mood. But what more could he do? Obviously, he couldn’t tell her what he was feeling! But he had to get her up and out of the water. There must be some way to reach her. Convincing her with words didn’t seem to be working.
What about the old expression: actions speak louder than words? And then Dipper knew what might work.
Looking back at the beach, Dipper took in the group of people who had gathered, who were wondering if their help may be needed while watching a curious drama playing out with two fancily-dressed kids in the water. Quickly he sloshed back the two steps out of the water, and he picked a group of three college-aged girls who looked on with concern. Wiping his face quickly with a sleeve of his jacket, he pulled out his phone with his other hand and politely asked one of the young women to please hold the phone for him. She took it, and he wordlessly turned back into the river.
He walked in and turned to stand beside his sister. He looked down, and was filled with both misery and joy. She was the love of his life! Regardless of their relationship, he would be there for her. He would prove that nothing would keep him from him caring about her. He wanted to show her that her problems were his problems. He would do anything for her.
Mabel wondered what Dipper was doing just standing there beside her, facing the shore. Glumly, she looked up.
Dipper gave Mabel a huge stupid smile, threw a jaunty wave with one hand and a “thumbs up” with the other, then proceeded to fall straight back into the river.
It was a ludicrous sight, cartoonishly executed. And it was completely out of character for Dipper. Mabel was unable to maintain the hardness of her heart after such a brilliant display of silliness. She screamed with shock and delight as Dipper’s back struck the water with a great smack, and she was hit in the face with a splash of water.
Dipper came up sputtering, having inhaled a bit of water. He had no sooner managed to open his eyes when another wall of water was coming at his face, this time courtesy of Mabel’s hands. Instantly they were splashing each other furiously, shouting and shrieking as they fought to see who could get the other to submit. Mabel lunged and pushed Dipper back, but he held on to her shoulder and pulled her down completely underwater with him. They came back up laughing and coughing.
Only a few yards away, concerned Samaritans had become cheering spectators. Everyone who had gathered was now applauding as the young couple dragged themselves sheepishly out of the river. Some of them were still worried and asked Mabel if she was fine now, while others congratulated Dipper on his unorthodox way of cheering up his (assumed) girlfriend. Dipper retrieved his phone, and was informed that the college girl hadn’t just held it for him, she had videoed the entire scene using his phone. She had thought that it might be a memory he would want to keep, regardless of how it had turned out. Dipper thanked her profusely.
A few moments later, Mabel shook herself like a dog, and called out to everyone loudly, “Well, that was fun!” Then turning to Dipper, she yelled with a laugh, “Let’s never do that again!” Everyone laughed, but only Dipper and Mabel knew how much they really didn’t ever want to go through that again.

For a citizen of Portland, out after midnight in the downtown core, the twins must have been an odd sight. It was rare to see a pair of young teens, dressed for the theatre, but soaked to the skin and laughing virtually non-stop. Mabel had lost one of her shoes in the river, and was holding the remaining shoe. As they belatedly realized the usefulness of having that single shoe, they dissolved into more hysterics. They also repeatedly played back the video of their misadventure in the river, and lost it every time they came to the ridiculous expression on Dipper’s face before he took the plunge. They needed forty minutes to walk what should have been a twenty minute trip to the Hilton.
They tried to hold their faces still and look dignified as they strode across the lobby to the elevators, past the concierge’s desk. Their hair was plastered haphazardly, their feet made squishing noises, and Dipper’s heavier clothes were dripping across the carpet. The man behind the desk recognized them as guests, rolled his eyes, and went back to his computer. Mabel’s stifled laugh burst through her closed lips as the elevator door closed.
After they got to their room, they were almost laughed out. Mabel was going to do a face-plant on her bed, but Dipper caught her and pushed her to the bathroom instead, telling her she had to get out of her wet clothes and dry off, first.
Mabel decided to take a quick hot shower: the chill of the wet dress had seeped into her bones. Her momentary funk at the waterfront was completely forgotten.
Wow, Dipper thought to himself after he closed the bathroom door, he couldn’t believe how intensely he felt for Mabel. Actually, the love he felt for her was exactly the same, he realized, he simply had now allowed himself to accept it. But he realized the impact of accepting it. He would always long for her. It didn’t matter where their lives took them, what people they met, to whom they married, or anything: his heart was hers. Only hers. It would be very lonely if he had to face life without her.
Dipper heard the shower and decided to take the opportunity to get his own wet clothes off. He peeled off everything, grabbed a towel, and tried to buff some warmth into his body. He thought he might also take a shower, so he took the other bathrobe and wrapped it around himself.
He went through much of the same questioning that (unknown to him) Mabel had gone through. Was he wrong, falling in love with his sister? Should he even be thinking about her, given how he could never act on his feelings? And even if he could choose to, what would Mabel think of him? She’d already called him a “perv” that evening: knowing this would only make it too true.
Lost in thought, sitting on the edge of his bed, Dipper hadn’t heard the shower turn off. He was startled when Mabel opened the door to the bathroom, wrapped in her own matching bathrobe.
“Aren’t these all soft and comfy?” she enthused, and sat down to her brother’s left. Tugging at Dipper’s collar, she beamed “Still twins!”
“Yeah,” Dipper replied with a smile, poking her back.
Mabel paused, then said, “Dip, I don’t care about some of the things that happened today. I want to say that this has been greatest day we could have possibly had! Happy birthday, and thanks for being my brother.”
“Thanks, big sis!” he smiled back, and raised his right fist across his body toward Mabel. Mabel fistbumped her left fist back at him.
Instead of pulling back, they both just kind of pressed them together for a long moment. Their shoulders rested together, and they fondly looked sideways into each other’s faces.
Mabel smile widened. “Awkward sibling hug?”
Dipper’s smile widened as well. “Awkward sibling hug!”
They put their arms around each other, squeezed, and in unison, said “Pat! Pat!” as they tapped each other’s back. They relaxed and laughed, then allowed themselves to naturally melt into a long genuine hug. It was an embrace of familial affection and trust, of love between two people are don’t have to be “in love”, perfectly appropriate for a close brother and sister to share.
The close contact, though, was tugging on Dipper’s feelings for Mabel. He closed his eyes and pulled her to himself a bit tighter, feeling the touch of her hair on his face. God, I wish that I could hold you like this every day, he thought to himself. What I wouldn’t do for that! He breathed in, and released a satisfied sigh. “I love you, Mabel.”
Dipper’s eyes snapped open. He heard that last sentence in his ears. He had spoken out loud.
Instantly his body stiffened as he felt Mabel tense at the short statement. In a panic, he pulled back from Mabel. She pulled back too and they looked at each other. Then Dipper wanted to look anywhere but Mabel, and was trying to think of some explanation, some excuse that would make sense. “Umm … I didn’t mean … Uhh … That’s not the way …”.
Mabel took her hand and swiftly smacked it to Dipper’s mouth. It took him a few seconds to stop trying to speak, and he forced himself to look at her face.
Mabel didn’t care what he meant, not anymore! She had to tell him anyway.
“Dipper … I … I love you too!” she whispered back. After a moment, she lowered her hand back to rest on Dipper’s leg.
The twins just stared at each other, motionless. Both were waiting to see if the other meant “love” the way both so desperately wanted to hear from the other. After an eternity of neither of them speaking, and barely breathing, Dipper said softly, “Mabel … unless you say something … I want … I want to kiss you now.”
Mabel dove forward and pressed her lips to Dipper’s, then threw her arms around his upper back and head as she pulled him to her. Dipper responded slowly but eagerly, drawing his arms around her lower back and up to her neck. They eventually broke the kiss and looked into each other’s wide eyes.
“Sorry, I wanted to make sure I didn’t say something,” she smiled at Dipper, a bit out of breath. He chuckled back, as their lips melted together again.
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