Every year, Greyson Chirpe spends three months of their life with relatives in the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Every year, they gain a few more strands of grey hair. Every year is boring. Every year is the same...
except this one.
Stanfor...
You decided to hang by the Mystery Shack. What else are you gonna do, hand out with Gideon? Ha. It's been a whole week, yet he's still mad at you for preventing a GOD DAMN MURDER.
You're standing next to Dipper, both of you have clipboards. The two of you scribble something down while Mabel screams about a random dance party, and she and one of The Mystery Shack employees named Wendy Corduroy starts dancing. You and Dipper show each other what you wrote. Dipper's saying "I am pretending to write something down," and yours saying "You're not fooling anyone lol," a drawing of some guy, (idk hes just a guy) and a synopsis of the dream you had last night about a drippy tortilla chip.
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You look at each other and pretend you just showed each other your thesis statements or something incredibly smart.
"Dipper, Grey!" Wendy calls "huh, what?" he says nervously, fumbling his clipboard before hiding it behind him or putting it in his vest or something, "y-yes yeah?"
"yo," you say, holding up the peace sign and setting your clipboard on the counter behind you next to a stone with Viking runes.
"Aren't you two gonna get in on this?" she asks, snapping her fingers back and forth, while Mabel dances on the counter.
You immediately start doing the orange justice.
"I, uh, don't really... dance," he replies bashfully, rubbing the back of his head as he walks up to the girls. You also walk up, both the music and dance party stopping.
"Yeah you do~!" Mabel says, motioning with her arms out, then turning her attention to Wendy, "Mom used to dress him up in a lamb costume and make him do
✨The Lamby Dance✨"
"NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THE LAMBY DANCE," Dipper says quickly, through gritted teeth.
"Lamb costume," Wendy chuckles, "woah, is there like, little ears and a tail, or-"
"Well, uh, ah..." Dipper stammers as he tries to come up with a non-embarrassing answer as Wendy leans in.
"you're cool, you don't have to answer-" you tried to comfort, until Mabel, (probably) oblivious to Dipper's un-comfortability, provided the answer, and photographic evidence of Dipper in the lamb costume, "Dipper would prance around and sing about grazing, ha ha" Dipper did the zipper mouth motion, until a cuocoo clock rang, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Hey, look at that, quittin' time!" Wendy says as she pockets her name tag and walks to the door, "The gang's waitin' for me."
"Hey! Hey, maybe I could- or we could come with you!" Dipper suggests, correcting himself for your and Mabel's sake.
"hmm, I dunno," she turns around, "my friends are pretty intense. How old did you say you are?"
"We're thirteen, so, technically a teen" he smiles
