~~~~~~~~~Your POV~~~~~~~~~
"IT'S GETTING AWAY!!"
"Hurry, after it!!"
"I don't care how you catch up to it, shoot it if you have to!!"
"I want that monster dead!!"
"(y/n)?"
A groan escaped my lips as the new voice invaded my consciousness, my eyes opening slowly as I was still tired. My head was on something comfortable, and a few seconds of my brain adjusting to be out of dreamland later, I realized it was Mason's chest, my cheeks growing warm, "Oh, hi.."
"Are you okay..?" he asked, looking down at me with worry, "You were fidgeting a lot in your sleep.."
"I'm alright, just had a weird dream is all.." That's when it finally hit me that we were in the living room and not any of our bedrooms, "Wait, did we sleep on the couch? What happened?"
"Oh, that, uh.." Mason looked away in embarrassment, "You kinda fell asleep last night while watching a movie, and I didn't want to wake up, nor could I carry you to your room myself, so I just let us sleep here.."
I couldn't help but giggle, "You slept here with me? Wasn't it uncomfortable for you?"
"Not really, it was actually really nice," he replied with a shy smile.
I shook my head, though the smile still on my face. It was sweet how much he cared, but I'd rather him not wake up with back problems. Placing a kiss on his cheek, I spoke again, "Do wake me up next time, okay? I don't want you being in uncomfortable positions because of me, both figuratively and literally."
His face was now beet red because of the cheek, but his smile was as bright as ever, "Mm, no promise. Plus you're pretty cute when you're asleep.."
"Creep."
"Wh- I'm not a creep!"
"Little bit."
He grabbed the couch cushion, lightly smacking it into my face, "I am not!"
"Hey!" He kept hitting me with the cushion as I blocked it off with my arm, and the laughing that left our lips was uncontrollable. At one point, I managed to grab the wrist if the arm that held the cushion, pinning it against the couch as I pushed him back, "Gotcha!"
We were still laughing, but were forced to pull away when a spoon was suddenly thrown in our direction, Stan standing by the doorway, "Hey, HEY! No hanky panky in this house!"
"Grunkle Stan!!" Mason scolded, darker in embarrassment, though I still had a hard time letting my laughter die down.
"Now get ready for some Stancakes!" he continued, showing us the frying pan he held, "They're like normal pancakes, but they have some of my hair on'm."
"Pass," Mason and I replied in synch.
That's when Mabel suddenly bursted through the door, squeaking and running around the room in excitement, "IT'S HERE!! Oh, it's here it's here it's here it's here!! I've been waiting all morning and it's finally here!! The Gravity Falls Gossiper accepted my article about summer fashion tips for squirrels!! My picture is gonna be the newspaper!!!"
We all cheered for her, and as she walked over to us, she showed us the newspaper with a proud smile, "Check it!!"
But what we saw wasn't what we expected, with Stan reading the front page out loud, "Pacifica Northwest declares v-necks the look of the season. What am I looking at here?"
"Wha-w- WHAT?!" She turned around, staring at the newspaper in horror.
Mason's expression has turned into one of annoyance, "Looks like someone bought their way the front page."
"Is it legal for a child to wear so much makeup?" Stan added.
"Ugh, Pacifica!" she complained, "She always ruins everything!"
I gave her a smile, trying to ease the situation, "Hey, don't worry about it, Mabel. Nobody even reads newspapers anymore."
But then Soos also rushed through the door, "Dude, v-neck season is upon us!! Who wants to help me get ahead of the fashion curve?! I'm taking it one step further, with the w-neck!" He began to cut the shirt's neck line, "Must.... Follow.... Newspaper....!"
Mabel let out a sigh, sitting at the dining table as she took a sip of her orange juice, "I need something to get my mind off this.."
"Looking for a distraction from your horrible life?!"
"Why yes!" Mabel replied to the voice that spoke over an add that played on the tv.
"Victory!! Honor!! Destiny!! Mutton!! These old-timey sounding words are alive and well at the Gravity Falls Royal Discount Putt Hutt!! No mutton available at the Snack Shop."
"Hey, Mabel, you love mini golf!" Mason said with a smile, taking Mabel's album and showing us the pictures, "She's been amazing at it since we were kids! What do you say, Mabel? We've had a stressful couple of days, how about we take a break, huh?"
Stan smiled at her, "Would kicking all our butts at mini golf cheer you up?"
"Maybe a little.."
"C'mon, Mabel!" Mason stood up on the couch, fist high in the air, "Victory!!"
I chuckled, following along, "Honor!!"
Stan did the same, "Destiny!!"
Soos had just finished cutting his shirt, entering the conversation, "Mutton!!"
Mabel's smile returned at that, and we all walked out of the shack as we chanted those four words, with Stan adding in the end, "And the pig can look after the house!"
"Ah, mini golf!" Mabel said as she looked around the golf course, "The sport of many champions!"
"The grass is fake but the fun is real! There's something here for everyone!" Mason continued.
Not far away from us was Robbie spray painting something onto the wall, when one of the employees ran over to scold him, "Hey, you!! Stop!! Come back here!!" When Robbie ran away, the employee got on his golf cart and started very slowly driving after him, gasping at something in the distance, "Hey, those are lewd hand gestures!!"
It didn't take us long to grab our clubs and golf balls, already passing some of the first few holes. Mason was now in front of the line, staring intensely at the ball as he muttered 'Focus' under his breath. He then swung and hit the ball, but luck wasn't on his side, cuz it ended up rolling to the side and into a pound.
I couldn't help but giggle at the sight, when Mabel walked over to him, "Don't worry, bro! You're still a... "She slapped a sticker with a dinosaur design on Mason's cheek, "Ext-roar-dinary!!"
"I'll take what I can get," he replied before stepping back.
Once he was beside me, I leaned down and pecked his cheek, with him blushing in reaction as I spoke, "Good attempt though."
Mabel had placed her ball in position, tongue out in concentration, "Do the hip wiggle, and..." She then swung hard, the ball speeding through the course and scoring a hole-in-one in a matter of seconds, "Yes!!"
We all cheered for her, Stan smiling widely, "Holy smokes!! Someone in our family actually has talent!!"
Mason looked up at him, his smile smug, "Grunkle Stan, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
After that, rather than us golfing like a family, we all stayed in the sidelines cheering for Mabel as she went on a winning streak, almost every course being beat with a hole-in-one. She even gathered a crowd after a while, people cheering loudly for her.
"Guys, this is amazing!" Mason explained to us, "If Mabel gets a hole-in-one here she'll beat her all time high score!!"
Her concentration was far more focused this time, eyebrows knit together as they bent as she swung hard. The whole group stared at the ball as if the act of it falling off a hill would cause the end of the world, waiting in anticipation. But there was an in-synch sigh of disappointment when the ball was shot out of the pirate ship, rolling past the hole.
"Ah nuts!!" Mabel yelled before throwing her club in anger, the group of people disbanding and going their separate ways.
Picking up the ball, Stan walked over with a proud smile, "Ah, don't worry about it, kid. The thing's random!"
Soos stepped in, "Yeah, besides for Bermuda Triangle how mini golf works is the world's greatest mystery!"
"As far as I'm concerned, you're still better than anyone else in Gravity-"
Cutting Stan off was a pink ball, slowly rolling into the hole. We all gasped, turning to see who had done so, and unfortunately, it wasn't someone we liked.
"Oh, would you look at that!" Pacifica said in her arrogant tone, a smirk spread on her face was she walked over, "I didn't know it was hobos golf free day."
Mabel growled at the sight, "Pacifica!"
"Well, if it isn't the Pines family! Fat, old, lame, bracers!" she said as she pointed at each of us, then smiling at me, "And of course, can't forget about you, hot stuff~!"
I cringed bad at that, with Stan speaking for me, "Guys, would it be wrong to punch a child?"
"I've got this." Mason walked forward, "Hey, Pacifica, how's that whole 'Your family being fraud' thing working out for ya?"
She smiled in reply, "Great, actually! That's the thing about money, it makes problems go away!"
"It doesn't make you go away, unfortunately," I added, making her look a little offended.
Mabel crossed her arms, "Well, it can't buy you skill! You walked into the game of a mini golf champion!"
"Hah! SERGEI!" She snapped her fingers, a tall and skinny man walking over, "This is Sergei, my trainer."
"The sportolympics had mini golf once. I took gold!!" Sergei showed off his medal.
"So if you don't mind getting out if the way of the professionals." She hit another ball, doing one more hole-in-one and leaving Mabel in blond shock. And just as smug as she was when she came over, she handed her club to Sergei, she removed her glove and handed it as well, "Enjoy second place. Give her a hand, folks!" People around us began to clap, with Pacifica's smirk only growing before starting to walk away.
Mabel's eyes glowed with rage, glaring daggers at the back of Pacifica's head, "Oh yeah?! Well, I-I want a rematch, you- YOU WALKING ONE DIMENSIONAL BLEACHED BLONDE VALLEY GIRL STEREOTYPE!!"
There was a moment where everyone gasped, seconds of silence passing by before Pacifica's turned to face Mabel, eyes just as angry, maybe even more, "Like, let's do this!!"
Just then, a storm came out of nowhere, thunder blasting around as a heavy rain started to fall. The king of the park yelled that the park was now closed as he drove by in his golf cart. He ended up crashing it and tilting it over, but that wasn't what anyone was focused on.
Pacifica's glare was still focused on Mabel, "This isn't over. You, me, midnight. We'll see who's best.."
"I'll be here!" Mabel yelled back, Pacifica and her parents all pulling out umbrellas and leaving, with Mabel still glaring in their direction, "I'll be here.." She spent a few seconds of silence on her own when she suddenly started to cough, "Hair in my mouth!"
Not long after, we found ourselves at a Mexican restaurant called Hermanos Brothers, which simply means Brothers Brothers. Stan and Soos sat on one side of the booth while Mason and I sat with Mabel, who's head was resting on the table, expression mopey as Mason fed her the complimentary chips, "It's time to scratch mini golf off my talents lists..."
I leaned over to look at her better, "Aw, Mabel, don't give up already..!"
"Yeah, if you beat her at this she could never rag on you again!" Mason smiled, "Imagine it!!"
She did, looking up at the ceiling with a growing smile for almost a whole minute before looking at us, "You're right, guys!! I just need to practice a little more before midnight!"
"Go to the golf court after dark, you say?" Stan sat up, debating on it with himself, "I don't know, we'd have to break in and- just kidding, let's break in!!"
So we broke in.
Mason, Mabel, and I headed into the park while Stan and Soos stayed in the car, the three of us making our way to the last hole of the course. Mabel kept trying to make a hole-in-one in that one, over and over and over again, but none of her attempts worked the way she wanted, until she raised her club over her head and began to yell in frustration, "Darn!! Poop heck darn!!!"
"Ugh, I don't get it!" Mason glared at the course, "What's wrong with this hole?!"
However, I was having a difficult time concentrating, having to constantly clean my ears because of a strange tapping sound that came from all directions. It was faint, almost unnoticeable, but it was definitely there.
Mason must've noticed how often I was reacting, turning to me, "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, just, uh.." I bit my lip, stepping closer to the fake hills of the course, leaning over so one of my ears was closer. Now I knew for sure, there was something living underneath us, "Guys, come check this out."
Mason raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he did as told regardless, pressing his ear to the bottom of the windmill for a few seconds. He then pulled away with a small gasp, flinching back.
Mabel leaned over, now curious, "What? What is it?"
"Grab your club!" Mason whispered to her, the two raising their clubs as weapons while I prepared myself to punch anything that could be dangerous.
Mason nodded over to me, and cautiously stepping forward, I grabbed an end of the piece of metal from the window, ripping it off in one fell swoop.
In my years, I've met a lot of bizarre creatures, but I never expected something like this.
Tiny creatures, the height of a finger, all dressed in traditional German clothing as they worked around their little room. The most disturbing part about them was the fact that their heads were literally gold balls, pink, yellow, blue, all balls.
One noticed the shadows we casted, looking up with a gasp, making the rest of the creatures gasp, and making us gasp as a result. The creatures all screamed in terror, and we screamed back in reaction, they screamed louder and hid behind whatever was near them, and we screamed louder, ready to attack, with them screaming once more to end the match.
One of them, a dark blue one with blonde hair stepped into view, panting heavily, "We good, we good?"
The three of us glanced at each other, giving it a nod.
It cleared its throat, "Alright, then! Hi, hello! I'm Franz and welcome to our home!"
"Your home?" I repeated, still dumbfounded by all of it.
Mason was too, asking after me, "What is this..?!"
Mabel, as usual, was more than thrilled to meet new creatures, "Are you guys tiny humans or enormous mini humans?"
Franz chuckled, "Neither, we're Lilliputtians! Lilla- Lilla- the name makes more sense written out than spoken. And we control the balls! Behold!!" He glanced back, gesturing at the rest of his kind working around the inside of the windmill to get the ball into its hole, a long and complicated process in order to be spat back out of the windmill and land in a hole-in-one.
Mabel smiled, "That's incredible!!"
"And so needlessly complicated!!" Mason followed.
Franz blushed and smiled, "Aw, shucks, it's only our lifelong passion! Would you like us to elaborate through song?!"
As most of the creatures rushed to gather around Franz, ready to sing, I quickly gestured them to calm down, "Thanks, but we're good."
"Aww..." and they all departed to their own things.
Franz looked back at us, "What are you huge-lings doing here anyway?"
"We kind of have to play this golf tournament against my rival, Pacifica," Mabel explained.
At that, the creatures all began to murmur in disgust, with Franz glaring daggers at us even tho it wasn't in our direction, "Oh, we know all about rivals."
"Put a clog in it, ya windmill lovers!!" a new voice began, the three of us turning to the pirate ship course, seeing the creatures from that hole now standing on their ship, "These frilly bottom popinjays are terrible at controlling the balls! We are the ball masters, says I!"
"Shut your mouths, you show-boating pirates!!" another different voice, this time seeing the tiny Eiffel Tower surrounded by creatures dressed as mimes, of all things, "Everyone knows the Eiffel Tower hole is zeh best!"
"Stay you comments, you churlish frenchmen!!" another voice interrupted yet again, now from the castle course, knight-dressed creatures on top of their wall, "None control the balls better than the knights of-" the knight glances down, noticing the graffiti that had been drawn earlier today, "Wiener castle?! Who wrote this?!"
Franz glared at them as his group walked out of the windmill, "We'll settle who's hole is best!! Attack!!!"
The creatures all leaped out of their courses and into a battleground in the middle, where they began to attack each other in war, with us standing in the middle of it all. Thankfully, all the weapons were miniatures, so they only felt like light pecks if they touched our skin.
Mason laughed at the sight, "These guys are a riot!!"
Mabel was also trying not to laugh, "Guys, guys, calm down!! You're fighting is inevitably adorable!!"
Their laughter was contagious, because I myself was having a hard time to contain it too. Stopping me from it though, Franz stepped forward, now dazed and beaten up, "Adorable we are, huge-ling, but our tale less so. Every hole in the park thinks they are superior. From the cowboys in the east, to the grimy miners of the south. If only there was some way to decide which side is best! With maybe an award, or like a trophy, I don't know."
"But Franz, look!!" The French leader ran forward, pointing at the sticker Mabel had that read U Da Best.
They all murmured around, agreeing and excited about their new trophy, with Franz yelling what everyone else was thinking, "The sticker, the sticker could decide!!"
"It does zay zeh best on it!!" the French leader followed.
The head knight stepped forward, "Decide for us, huge-ling! Choose which mini kingdom to give the sticker to and end our war!"
They all cheered at that, but Mabel was having doubts about the whole plan, "Uh, I dunno, guys, I'm not sure I want to get involved in your weird mini blood feud-"
Mason pulled her back, "Psst, Mabel, this is perfect! These guys control the course! Just tell them we'll give the sticker to whichever group does a better job of helping us win!"
"I dunno, Maze," I interrupted, "We don't know what they're capable of. It could backfire."
"Besides, doesn't this seem like cheating..?" Mabel added.
Mason simply shrugged, "Pacifica's rich, Mabel. She's cheating at life."
That was enough to convince her, the three of us stepping on a small boulder to look taller than we were. Mason used a tiny horn to gather everyone's attention, soon handing it back, "Thanks, man."
"People of the eighteen holes!!" Mabel began, "We're going to have a game of mini golf!! And whoever does the best job helping me win gets the sticker!!"
The pirate caption yelled first, "It'll be us, lads!! Not these tulip munchers!!"
"I will not be insulted by a man with no depth reception wearing earrings!!" Franz yelled back.
Mabel quickly added, "Just remember, as long as you're helping me, no fighting."
The leaders all nodded, their smiles trying too hard to seem innocent, and I felt a pit in my stomach telling me this was gonna end far from well.
Midnight eventually came, and Pacifica walked inside. The lights on the path lit up one by one, revealing Mabel at the other end with a cocky smile and confident posture, "Looking for someone?"
"Waiting in the dark, not creepy at all," Pacifica said, hands on her hips, "Seriously though, I don't know why you bothered to come! Unless you got something up you sleeve."
"Oh, I guess you could say we got a little something~" Mabel nudged Mason's arm, "Right? Right?" The two froze when one of the creatures popped up from her sleeve, quickly pushing her back inside, laughing awkwardly.
"Uh huh," Pacifica inspected her nails unamused, putting a glove on before looking at me, "Oh, and (y/n)? The winner's side is always open for you. Feel free to join~!"
I felt a shudder of cringe go up my spine, feeling Mason grabbed my hand and grip it hard, seeing the glare on his face.
Sergei then stepped forward, holding a gun; "Eighteen holes, standard rules: winner lives in glory, loser wallows in eternal shame. On your mark. Get set.. GO!"
As she shot up at the sky, the tournament began, Mabel and Pacifica both fighting hard to win. Well, Mabel not so much, knowing she had advantage of the park's creatures; Pacifica lost every round while Mabel won effortlessly.
At the second to last course, once again, Mabel's ball rolled peacefully into the hole, Pacifica throwing away her club in anger. Sergei grabbed it instantly, with her yelling as they left together, "Sergei, soda, now!!"
Mabel smiled at her alleged victories, leaning down to speak to the miner creatures, "Okay, guys, that was badonkukous!"
"Hey hey, little high fives, everyone, little high fives all around," Mason offered a finger, a line of miners high fiving him as they passed by.
"I don't want to call it our early, but I think the miners might have one of these in their future~!" Mabel pointed at her sticker, the miners cheering in excitement.
Mason stood back up, "I can't wait to see the look on Pacifica's when we win! I'm thinking it'll be like.." He does an expression of disgust, "Ugh! You know how she does that? Ugh!"
I laughed at his expression, "Your impression is on point."
Mabel smiled at us, "Guys, is it bad that I feel good about her feeling bad?"
"Oh, just enjoy your victory, Mabel," Mason replied, "Trust me, Pacifica will be fine."
"AHHHHHH!!!"
We looked over as soon as we heard the yell, staring in shock as we saw Pacifica tied down at the bottom of the windmill.
"Or maybe not?!" I forced out.
Pacifica did her best to struggle against the ropes, "What's going on here?! Let me go!! Let me go, you creeps!!"
Franz then walked over to us, smiling proudly, "Welcome, guys, welcome!! I can tell you're loving this, right?! Right? No?"
Mabel glared down at him, "What're you guys doing?!"
"This wasn't part if the deal, tiny dutchman!!" Mason added.
"Okay, so we saw you were favoring the miners and we figured, what's better than beating Pacifica?" Franz lightly hit his head, blowing a raspberry, "Killing her!! Right?!"
"As if!! I'm calling my parents!! Where's my phone?!" Pacifica looked to the side, seeing the creatures texting random people with her phone, "Hey, HEY!!"
Franz looked back at us, "So how about it, huge-ling?! Who's da best now?!"
"Not so fast, land lovers!!" The pirate caption spoke, with them now having Sergei in their grasp, tied up and standing on the plank, "If you're going to play dirty, so are we!! Now give us the sticker or he walks the plank!!"
"No, give us ze sticker!!" the french argued back, and all the groups joined in, arguing louder and louder.
"ENOUGH!!" Mabel yelled, the creatures all gasping in reaction before she continued, "You know what?! No one gets the sticker!!"
"Sacre-booooo!!" a French one said, the others all joining in, "BOOOO!!"
Mabel was having none of it, "No, no, nuh-uh, no booing, stop, no, no one gets the sticker cuz you're all being jerks!! I mean why can't you just get along?!"
There was a moment of silence, when a random creature spoke up, "Because we hate each other!"
"That's kinda how rivalries work, lass," the pirate captain added.
"Well then maybe..." Mabel looked at Pacifica, "Maybe rivalries are dumb! Maybe you don't settle them with petty competitions! Maybe the only way to be 'da best' is by ending the fighting and working together!!"
She ripped off the sticker, crumbling it up into a little ball before throwing it in her mouth and eating it, which I personally thought was overkill, but it sent the message. The creatures all gasped, murmuring with each other, with one going, "It's all so clear!"
"If we work together.." Franz began.
The pirate caption continued, "Then we can cut open and get the stickerrrr!!"
They all cheered in agreement, the French leader yelling, "Get zeh girl!! Slice her open!!"
They began to surround us, Mabel looking around in a panic, "Uh, you guys aren't appreciating the lesson here!!"
In the rush of them surrounding us, a few ended up pulling the lever to the windmill, its flaps moving around at speeds high enough to cut a person in half, and Pacifica mixing closer, screaming at the sight, "HEEEELP!!!"
Mason was looking around for an exit, "We gotta get out of here!!"
"I have to save Pacifica first!!" Mabel didn't wait for us to argue back, already climbing the light pole with her club in her mouth and using the decorations to swing over.
"Ah, Mr. Dipper!! Sir (y/n)!!" We turned to see Sergei still standing on the plank, looking at us with terror.
Mason tried to calm him down, "Don't freak out, man! The water's shallow, there's literally no way to drown!"
Proving us wrong, Sergei fell to the water face first, not rolling around to the surface.
"... seriously?"
We helped Sergei up, borrowing one of the park's golf carts and picking up Mabel and Pacifica, Mason driving us to the exit as far as he could, with the creatures all throwing real-sized weapons at us. One of the turns even caused Sergei to fall off, to which Pacifica simply said, "I'll get a new one."
"They're shutting us in!!" I yelled as I looked ahead, all of us having to shrink down to avoid the pencils that were attempting to stab us.
Mabel climbed on top of the cart, where Franz awaited her with a glare of rage, "Don't even think about it!! You call yourself a golfer?! Without us, that club is useless in your hands!!"
"Oh yeah?" She smirked, "What's ten minus six?"
"Ten minu- what- hang on..."
"FOUR!" She swung her club, hitting Franz and knocking him into the bonus hole, the volcanos on top shooting fire, managing to exit the park just as the gates were almost closed, the golf cart breaking down as soon as it stopped.
We all had a moment to breathe, trying to catch our breaths from the adrenaline rush, and flinching back when more pencils stabbed through the door, Franz's voice from inside, "Stay out, you dumb huge-lings!!"
"What did you say, you little trolls?!" Pacifica stormed over to the door, punching it, "I will sue you!! I will sue you and I will own you!!"
As we all stepped off the cart, we could hear Pacifica's heavy and angry breathing, turning to us, "You three!! I dunno what you did or what's going on, but if you think just because you saved my life, I-!!"
She was interrupted when Mabel handed her a cat sticker that read I a-paw-logize, her gaze slightly down in shame, "I'm sorry, Pacifica, we shouldn't have cheated.. You totally would've beat me fair and square.."
Pacifica paused for a moment, then placed the sticker on her shirt, "You're jut lucky this sticker looks fantastic on me."
Mabel smiled at that, and then we looked to the side as we heard a car drive over, seeing Stan and Soos inside.
I was the first to climb in, Mason following after and resting his head on my shoulder with a heavy sigh. Letting out a chuckle, I rested my head on his, gently holding his hand as we both relaxed from today's adventure.
We then noticed Mabel looking at us expectingly, Pacifica standing not too far on her own. Mason shook his head in disapproval, but Mabel ignored him and waved her over, "Hey, your parents aren't here! Want a ride home?"
"Aha, please, as if I'd ride in your-" She was interrupted by the sound of thunder, rain pouring on her, and she didn't hesitate to get in the car.
The ride to her home felt longer than it was, Mason and I trying to mind our own business as Mabel looked out the window blissfully unaware of the awkwardness, Pacifica glaring forward.
Pacifica's hand landed on a piece of old food, and she quickly shook it off in disgust.
Mabel then sat back down from searching in the trunk, "Hey, I found two tacos!"
As she took a bite from one of them, Pacifica raised an eyebrow, "You're allowed to eat in the car?"
"Psh, yeah! The car is where secret surprise snacks happen! Want one?"
"Oh, I'm not supposed to take handouts."
"Handouts?" Mabel playfully nudged Pacifica's arm, "It's called sharing! You do know what sharing is, right?"
"Sha- shaarring?"
"Just take it."
Once at her place, she left the car, looking back at Mabel, "Thanks for the ride or whatever. Oh, and Mabel, um... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I had fun. And tell your servant I like his w-neck," and then she walked to the gates.
"Yes!!" Soos cheered.
Mason looked over, "So, are you two like friends now?"
"I think we made some progress!" Mabel replied, "The important thing to remember is that at the end of the day she's just an ordinary kid like us!"
The gates to her home opened, revealing a huge fountain in the middle of a roundabout, peacocks and fireworks covering the area, and a banner above declaring her victory.
I looked at Mabel, "Maybe you should've charged her for that taco."
"Agreed."
Thanks for reading!!! 'Till next time!!!
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