I never liked rainbows in the first place

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*Mabels Point of View

Oh man. I screwed it all up. Grunkle Stan burst through the door not even 30 seconds later. He glares at us each as if planning what to say.

"So, Mason. I haven't heard anything from you recently. Did you ever get a girlfriend? Or a new crush on a girl perhaps. Or, you know, I haven't heard anything about Wendy lately. Do you still like her? Or maybe there is something you want to tell me. Is there? Mason?" He asks. He definitely knows. Luckily the two of us work on the same page.

"Well you still like Wendy. You talk about her in your sleep you nerd." I say casually. Please work. Pleeeaaasssee.

"Yeah, I haven't met with many girls this winter. Hard to fall for people when we're all cooped up. Plus I've been helping Mabel talk old fashioned. She thinks her flirting doesn't work on modern boys but would supposedly knock a boy off his feet 50 years ago. Her name is Abigale and she says oldish stuff. Go ahead Mabel." He looks at me. He's shaking a bit. Nobody ever calls him Mason. It's all or nothing. I take a deep breath.

" Heya sweets. My name's Abigale and whenever I thinks about you I'm just gay with joy. You wanna join me for a malt?" I ask. I think Grunkle Stan bought it. Then I got stuck with him for a few hours of talking quieter lessons. I guess its a small price to pay for Dip Dots secret. I wonder who his crush is.. Then I realize Grunkle Stan is talking.

"- an I thought you were saying your brother was into guys! Ha! I was ready to drop kick something. Its- its just not natural. Besides, I can't stand rainbows!" He chuckles. I wipe my forehead. That was close!

"And Mabel, no more going back in time to flirt. Im still trying to get over last time." He shivers.

*Authors Note*
I want to state here that I do not feel this way towards the LGBTQ+ community. I simply feel this would be Stan Pines feelings towards it. Please don't get mad at me for this. I promise it isn't for long in this story anyways. Again, I support anybody's feelings because nobody can tell anyone who they can or can't love. Just trying to be in character. I'm sorry.

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