User blog:DanceMixGirl/Gravity falls fan-made episode 1

This is called "Gravity Ages As It Falls". Just to let you know i based this off someone else's story on another website.

Transcript
Dipper Pines sat quietly in the living room, flipping through a magazine idly. He slightly noticed his sister walk into the room out of the corner of his eye. He ignored her and turned a page.

Mabel walked up next to the couch he was sitting on.

"Hey Dipper, check me out!" Dipper turned around and nearly had a heart attack. His twin sister somehow found a pair of high heels and was clad in a small purple miniskirt and a bright pink tank top. Her layered necklaces and chunky bracelets were considered remotely tame compared to her makeup-caked face.

"So," she said, fluffing her high ponytail, "What do you think?"

"What are you? Some sort of 80s girl? If you are, I'd wait until Halloween to get all dolled up like that." He slipped a bracelet off of his sister's arm and twirled it around his finger. "Good costume, though. Shift that makeup a little and you could be a clown. It's two in one!"

Mabel responded with a sharp punch to his arm. She snatched the bracelet back, sliding it onto her arm with the others.

"Dipper, that's not funny! Seriously, how do I look?!"

"Like you need to wait a few years before going out in public like that." Mabel groaned.

"Come on Dipper! Don't I look older or something?!"

"No, you just look like a twelve-year old who got into her mother's closet." Mabel sighed and kicked off the heels, making herself about five inches shorter than she had been a moment ago. Sadly, she pulled the scrunchie holding her hair up out and shook her head, slapping her brother with her dark brown curls as she slipped her headband back on.

Dipper groaned and held his cheek.

"Jeez, Mabel, watch that hair." She ignored him and left the room, looking dejected. Dipper watched her go and frowned, getting off the couch and following her up to the attic.

"Hey Mabel," he said, flipping open the trapdoor. "What was the point with all that stuff?"

Mabel shrugged sadly, pulling a sweater on over the tank top. Dipper climbed into the bedroom and sat next to his sister on her bed.

"No, you know what that was about. Come on, tell me!" Mabel sighed. Waddles hobbled up to her and balanced on his hind legs, pawing at the bed. Dipper reached down and picked up the small pig, handing him to his sister.

"See, now you're in the perfect position to talk. You've got your pig, I'm right here, what else is better?" Mabel pointed at the trapdoor. Dipper jumped off of the bed and kicked it closed.

"There, now will you tell me?" Mabel looked at the floor.

"I-I hate being twelve." Dipper blinked.

"What?"

"I hate it!"

"But you were so psyched about turning twelve last year!"

"That was when we were eleven, and all of our friends were eleven. Now everyone's older than us here!" She looked out the window, golden morning sunlight streaming over the twins.

Dipper walked back over to the bed and repositioned himself next to her.

"Mabel, everyone we know here was born in a later month than us. There's this thing, I'm not sure how it works, but for school, if you're born after like September or something, you have to wait a year to go-"

"I don't care what it is Dipper!" Mabel yelled suddenly. "All I know is that I'm too young to do all of the cool stuff!" She slipped off the bed, and Dipper had to reach out to catch Waddles before he hit the floor. Mabel ignored it and walked to the window. Leaning on the windowsill, she gazed out over the forest.

"I'm always too young to go on the coolest rides at the fair. I always have to wait a year. I'm too young to wear all that cool stuff you see teenagers wearing. Teen magazines don't even make sense to me because I'm too young to know what they mean! Do you get where I'm coming from with the whole '80s girl' getup?"

Dipper couldn't bring himself to say anything, for he knew exactly how his sister felt. He'd felt like the year twelve would never come, but now he ached to be thirteen.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I do." Mabel turned around and looked at him. He was studying Waddles as if the pig were the answer to their problems.

"Really?" she began. "How- oh." She suddenly thought about Wendy, and the age difference Dipper wished would disappear between them.

Dipper nodded, and Mabel swore she heard him sniffle lightly. He wiped his nose with his arm and turned so that his back was facing her.

Mabel sank to the ground, facing the window. Both twins hugged their knees and sighed, leaving the room quiet, only inhabited by two pre-teens, their thoughts, and a small pig that was running from twin to twin, trying to figure out who to comfort first.

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Two hours later, Dipper and Mabel sat in the same position. There was only one difference: both were asleep. Waddles scuttled up to Dipper, who'd fallen asleep surrounded by Mabel's balls of yarn and magazines. The pig backed up, then leaped onto the bed, bouncing up to Dipper.

Waddles squealed lightly, nudging the twelve-year old. Dipper yawned and opened his eyes sleepily. He gave the pig a little smile and rubbed his head.

"Thanks Waddles," he said, scratching him under his chin, "Who knows how long we've been out." Waddles snorted, and Dipper looked at him. "Did you just say, 'two hours'?"

The twin slid off of the bed and walked up to the window, where Mabel snored softly. He smiled, and ruffled her hair. "Hey Mabel, wake up," he whispered.

"Wha?" she asked, blinking. Dipper snickered quietly. She looked at him.

"What?" He pointed at her lip. She looked down and hurriedly wiped her lip. Mabel looked up at her brother and blushed. "Please tell me you're not going to mention that."

He smiled at her in reply. "As long as you never tell anyone about the whole BABBA thing." She smiled and made a motion across her mouth, metaphorically zipping it.

He held out his hand, and she took it, allowing him to pull her up. Waddles ran around her feet. She smiled and bent down to rub his head.

"So, what now?" he asked her. She shrugged.

"I don't know, I'm still feeling kind of bummed out."

"Wanna go to the forest?" Mabel brightened instantly.

"That's perfect!" she yelled with so much force, Dipper almost fell over. She grabbed his shoulders. "Dipper, you're brilliant! If we go into the forest, we're sure to find something that can make us older!"

Dipper calmly took her hands off of his shoulders. "Mabel, I'm going to tell you this once, so listen up: That's crazy. We're not going to accelerate our ages just because you want to get into all the cool stuff around here. Got it?"

Mabel blinked. Then a grin stretched across her face. "Let's go!" Dipper sighed as she threw open the trapdoor and jumped out of it, missing the ladder completely.

Dipper just stood in their room. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Psychotic sister…"

"COME ON!" Mabel screamed, somehow reaching up and pulling him out of the attic, forcing him down the ladder.

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A few minutes later, the twins walked through the forest. Mabel was looking around frantically, and Dipper was studying the ground, as if it were the only sane thing in existence, other than him.

"Mabel, this is-"

"Awesome. That's it. No question, it's just awesome! If we find some sort of…thingamajiggy, we can make ourselves older!" She paused for a second.

"Mabel, you don't even know what your so-called thingamajiggy is! This is psychotic! Let's just go back home and watch TV."

"How old do you think we should be? I vote for fifteen."

"I vote for going home and being normal."

"Dipper, there's no such thing as normal."

"Yes there is! It's called everything that's not you!"

"I wanna be fifteen. Speak now or forever hold your peace." Dipper glared at her.

"I've been speaking for over five minutes! Can we please not do this?!" Mabel stopped. Dipper smiled lightly. "So, we can go home?"

Mabel's smile turned determined. "Okay then! We're going to be fifteen!" She continued down the trail. Dipper bent down and picked up a rock, sticking it in his mouth and clamping his teeth down on it.

Don't start screaming, don't start screaming, don't start- aw, forget it. Mabel continued on, fully aware of her brother screaming behind her.

"That's it Dipper! Get excited! Scream, yell, cheer, whatever! In fact, I'll join you!" With that, everything seemed decided, and the only sound in the forest was of two kids screaming their lungs out, one in fury, and one in excitement.

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"Mabel…" Dipper said, for about the fiftieth time that night. Since reason never seemed to work with his sister, he resorted to the only thing that seemed left: whining. "Mabelllll!"

His sister's cheerful mood had dissolved. Several times, she'd had to find a rock of her own to bite. Every time she did, Dipper smiled. He was winning. He took a deep breath and began again.

"MABELLLLLLLL!!!" Finally, his sister whirled around, her normally cheerful eyes tinged green with irritation. ''Wow, I really made her mad. She's showing our eye color.''

Dipper cracked a smile. "So, have you cracked yet?" Mabel felt the ground blindly for a rock, but picked up a branch. Biting it, it snapped immediately.

"No. I feel better now." She said through clenched teeth. Dipper simply smiled confidently as she turned around and continued into the forest, tossing bits of wood out of her mouth.

After a few more minutes of walking, they'd reached a dark part of the forest. Dipper was confused, for the midday sun still hung in the sky right above them.

"I've got a bad feeling about this place," he said warily. Ahead of him, Mabel smiled.

"That means that we're here." She ran ahead, and Dipper had no choice but to follow her.

"Mabel, slow down!" She laughed.

"Don't worry, I'll slow down when I'm older! Bet'cha can't beat me!" As she looked back, she was surprised to see Dipper smiling.

"Oh, you're on!" he yelled back, speeding up. Already, he was gaining on her.

The two raced down the dark trail, both forgetting why they were in the forest in the first place. They remembered when Dipper got hit with a giant leaf.

Mabel was still ahead of him, leaving him to wonder when she'd gotten so fast. He didn't notice her push back a giant tropical leaf; something that definitely shouldn't have been growing in Oregon.

As he ran up to it, it swung back from his sister's pushing it aside, whacking him in the face. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground, with Mabel standing over him, wearing his hat.

"Wow, are you sure you're as smart as people think?" she said with a laugh. He scowled up at her and extended his hand. She grabbed it and pulled him to his feet. Dipper brushed light brown dust off of his jacket.

"Okay, whatever. Now give me my hat." Mabel rubbed her chin.

"Hmm…nah." She bolted away, kicking up a cloud of dust. Dipper coughed and ran after her. "MABEL!"

Eventually, he caught up to her. "GIVE ME MY FREAKIN- wait, why'd you stop?" Mabel pointed upwards. He looked up and was nearly knocked over again.

A bright pink rock stood in front of them, held in it's place of honor by a pedestal of gnarled tree roots. Leafless trees stretched over it, forming a dome of black branches. As the twins looked around, Dipper noticed that the plants in the area didn't look like they belonged, growing more and more tropical as he looked at them.

His attention was on a banana tree when Mabel nudged him.

"This is it," she said, still gaping. "It has to be." At this point, Dipper saw no point in arguing with her and followed her as she walked up to the glowing pink sphere.

She pressed her hand against it, and it hummed, as if it had been activated. Nonchalantly, Dipper plucked his hat off of her head and placed it on his own.

She gave him a look, and tilted her head towards the sphere.

He sighed and pressed his palm against the sphere. Think positive thoughts, Mabel's voice echoed through it. He wondered if he could hear her thoughts. ''Yeah, I can. Now think about being fifteen!'' He concentrated.

''Okay Mabel, I'm thinking. Huh, fifteen years old. It doesn't sound so bad. I'm probably just being paranoid. Yeah, fifteen. I can deal. Plus, I can finally be as old as Wendy! That's-that's just awesome. That's going to be awesome! Alright, I'm in. I wanna be fifteen years old…fifteen years old…fifteen years old.''

The sphere glowed brighter, and Dipper guessed that Mabel was giving all of her thought into the process.

Fifteen years old… Dipper continued, as the glow became so bright that he closed his eyes. Yep, fifteen years old…nothing can go wrong when you're fifteen years old…OH CRAP!

The sphere seemed to explode in a flash of pink light. Dipper and Mabel were thrown backwards into the tropical plants.

Dipper's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the pink rock, still glowing brightly. He looked over at his sister and nearly had a heart attack for the second time that day.

Mabel noticed him looking at her and glanced over at him. Her eyes widened, more of the green visible again.

"Dude," she said softly, getting to her feet. Dipper copied her.

"Mabel?" he asked. She nodded. Dipper ran over to the pink rock and checked his reflection. "Whoa…"

"I LOOK AWESOME!" Mabel yelled. Dipper looked at her. She was smiling at her reflection. For the first time, he noticed her outfit. ''Yep, that's Mabel. Only she would have that fashion sense.''

His sister was colorful from head to toe; proudly sporting hot pink fuzzy winter boots, legwarmers, one orange and one lime green, yellow and blue striped leggings, and a dark purple miniskirt. She topped off the outfit with a dark blue vest that seemed really familiar to him, a white sweater over another thinner pink sweater, and a small orange flower tucked in her hair.

She reached up and fixed the flower, sticking it into her curly ponytail.

"Oh. My. God." she said, finally looking at him. "Look at you!" He looked down.

"What?"

"You look so teenagery!"

"That's not a word."

"But it describes you! You look awesome!" Dipper looked down. He was simply wearing his orange shirt and jeans, but apparently at age fifteen, he saw the need for a dark gray, faded hoodie.

He turned to one side, examining his new look.

"Wow," he said finally. "I feel smarter." Mabel giggled and twirled around. Suddenly, she stopped.

"I have to go brag about my new awesome age!" She began to run out of the clearing, but she paused at the beginning of the path. "You coming?"

Dipper glanced at his forehead. He smiled upon seeing that his hat was still there.

He shot his sister a smile. "Yeah, why not?" With that, the twins raced off down the trail.

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Finally, they approached the Mystery Shack. Bursting through the door, they skidded to a stop in the gift shop. Wendy looked at them calmly at first, but suddenly, her calm look was gone.

"Whoa! What happened to you two?" The twins looked at each other.

"A growth spurt," Dipper suggested.

"Eating vegetables," Mabel offered. They both glanced at each other.

"A growth spurt from eating vegetables," they answered together. Wendy studied the two teenagers.

"Magic?" she said finally. Mabel gasped.

"How did you know?!" She laughed.

"Maybe it's the fact that Dipper's now as tall as me." Dipper tried to avoid exploding in his own happiness.

"Heh heh," he laughed nervously, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess that's  a giveaway." Wendy raised her phone and snapped a picture of the twins.

"What was that for?" Mabel asked. Wendy smirked.

"Are you kidding me? I'm so saving this moment; the only one where Dipper's ever gonna be tall." Mabel snickered.

Dipper rolled his eyes and turned around. "Yeah, whatever. I'm gonna go. Later."

"Where are you going?" Mabel asked.

"I don't know, and I don't care!" he replied back, walking out the door. Mabel glanced at Wendy, who was smiling and texting nonchalantly.

"Ah, yes. Good old teenage angst. Nothing like it." Mabel shrugged and pulled out her cell phone. Dialing Candy's number, she automatically began twirling her hair around her finger.

"Hello?" Candy's muffled voice came through the receiver.

"Hey girl!" Mabel yelled, startling Wendy into dropping her phone.

"Guess what?!" Mabel continued.

"What?"

"I'm fifteen now! You and Grenda have to come over here as soon as possible!" With that, Mabel hung up, sticking her phone back in her pocket and crossing her arms confidently.

"You know, that's not exactly a good enough reason for someone to come over," Wendy said, stuffing her phone back into her own pocket.

"Oh, I know. I also know that they'll be here in three, two, one…"

"MABEL?!" Wendy looked at Mabel, dumbfounded.

"Whoa."

"I know, right?"

---

Meanwhile, Dipper walked calmly through downtown. Everywhere he went, different girls looked at him. He would kind of wave, as usual, but they did something unusual. They nearly melted.

"Do all girls act this way when you're fifteen?" he thought aloud. A few girls giggled. He looked behind him and smiled weakly at a group of girls behind him. The more he walked around and looked in shop windows, the more it seemed like they were following him, and their group was growing.

Finally, after being followed for about five blocks, he broke into a run down the street. The girls squealed and ran after him.

''Okay! It's official! I'm over being fifteen! I wanna go back to when no one noticed me!''

As he ran, things seemed to change around him. The electronics in the gadget store seemed to be morphing into newer things; complete with features that Dipper was sure hadn't even been invented yet.

He skidded to a stop in front of the store. "Wait, what?" He glanced through the glass. The bored-looking teenager rifting through a magazine seemed to grow in age as he watched; his hair getting greasier, his face dotted with more red blemishes, and his lanky form growing more hunched.

Dipper recoiled and nearly retched. "Dude," he said to the window, "I'm sorry man, but the years have not been kind to you." Before he could get a better look at the changes, he was suddenly staring at the sidewalk.

Aw crap, he thought as the crowd of girls from before swallowed him. I…hate…being fifteen.

---

"So, that's my story!" Mabel said proudly, hoisting herself onto the edge of the chair. She popped open a soda and took a calm sip. Only then did she realize that the room was quiet.

"What?" she asked, blinking innocently. Candy and Grenda stared at her blankly. Even Wendy had gone silent.

"Why in your right mind would you wanna be fifteen?!" Grenda asked finally. Mabel shrugged.

"Boys are hotter." Wendy snickered. Mabel looked at her. Was she always a few inches taller?

"No they're not," she muttered. As Mabel looked at her, Wendy's long red hair seemed to raise, until it was pulled into a long ponytail. Mabel blinked and rubbed her eyes.

''Whoa. I've been staring in one spot for too long.'' She focused her attention to Candy and Grenda.

"So, what do you guys think about my new age?" Candy looked at the carpet nervously. In the dim lamplight, she seemed to elongate, her whole body growing. Wait a sec, Candy's not that tall.

"Candy, are you okay?" Her friend looked up at her.

"If you are fifteen now," she said softly. "Does that mean that you can't be our friend anymore?" Mabel blinked.

"Absolutely NOT!" she yelled, nearly making poor Candy jump out of her skin.

"Okay, okay!" she said defensively, holding up her hands. "Just asking! Jeez, are all teenagers this moody?!" Mabel shrugged and swung her feet against the chair, surprised that they still dangled off the edge.

Suddenly, she jumped as her phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling it out, she frowned at her screen.

"What's up?" Wendy asked, leaning over her.

"Dipper just texted me. He says, 'Help. Being overwhelmed by teenage girls. Apparently, at age fifteen I get cute enough for them.'"

Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw Wendy smirk.

Mabel smiled lightly and began to reply, saying out loud, "Hang in there, man. You'll escape those teenage girls soon enough."

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, she slid off of the edge of the chair.

"Wanna help me chase away girls?" she asked her friends.

"How are we going to do that?" Mabel shook her head. Is it just me, or did she actually sound a little bit like a girl for a second?

"Mabel?" Candy asked, snapping her back to attention.

"Oh, um, yeah. The whole girls-attacking-my-brother thing. So, I guess the plan is that we…" she looked out the door longingly. ''Fresh air…yeah, that'll help. Maybe then I'll stop seeing things that aren't there…right?''

"Mabel, are you okay?" Wendy asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine!" She flashed them a smile to prove it. Grabbing Candy's hand, she strolled towards the door. "So, as I was saying, let's go find Dipper!"

"Uh, how will that help?!" Candy asked, trying to keep up with Mabel as she tripped over her feet trying to walk with her dragging her along.

"Simple," Mabel said, fighting to get to the door. "If the girls see Dipper with us, they'll think that he's chosen us and go away!"

She shot another forced smile at her friends. "So, let's get going, shall we?!" she said quickly, hurrying out the door and focusing on the ground the whole way. Please let me not be crazy, please let them not be changing! She risked a glance back at her friends, who were running after her.

''AHH! Oh fudge, grr, chocolate pickles! Why is this happening?!'' she cursed silently, as their images shifted before her eyes. Grenda seemed to grow a little, and Candy's wide glasses were replaced with a newer, wider pair. Wendy looked a little more relaxed and laid-back, with the casual look of a college student.

Mabel screamed, startling her friends. She pulled on the end of her vest, growling, "Chocolate pickles, chocolate pickles, chocolate PICKLES!"

The girls watched her storm off towards the town.

"Is that some sort of curse?" Wendy asked. The two girls shrugged and walked after their friend, fully aware of the fact that she may have lost her mind.

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"Ha ha, we're here!" Mabel yelled, forcing another smile up to the point where she looked pained. She made herself twirl around and look at her friends.

"So, let's go find my brother!" Suddenly, a low yell came from down the block. Mabel whirled around.

Her brother ran down the street, yelling louder. A squealing crowd of girls ran after him. Mabel stared at them.

"You can't be serious." Wendy laughed and shrugged, stepping ahead of the teenager.

"Actually, I can. Teenage girls are crazy for boys. They're like wild boars, gathering and then attacking in groups." She glanced back at Dipper, still running for his life. "And in poor Dipper's case, 'attacking' means hopelessly flirting."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dipper paused in the middle of his yelling. "PLEASE!" he added. Wendy laughed.

"You can say what you want about Dipper, and trust me, Robbie has, but you gotta admit, the guy's totally polite." Mabel nodded and ran across the street.

"HEY!" she screamed at the girls, feeling less polite than her brother. The mob stopped and collectively shot her a glare. A blond teen in the front stepped forward.

"Move it or lose it, loser. You're blocking my view of my future boyfriend-turned-husband."

"I'm not your boyfriend!" Dipper screamed from behind his sister. The more Mabel studied the girl, the more she looked like Pacifica.

Unfortunately, the more she looked like Pacifica, the more Mabel hated her, and all of her followers. She marched up to the group and leaned towards her.

"Listen closely, because I'm only going to say this once," she hissed. "That's my brother you're talking about, and I highly doubt he'd marry anyone who called his sister a loser."

She stood on her tiptoes, glaring at the group behind the girl.

"And that goes for all of you. Now do everyone in town a favor and get out, or I swear I'll smack the chocolate pickles out of you."

The girls scrambled away, muttering, "What's chocolate pickles?"

"Whatever they are, I don't wanna find out how she can smack them out of me!"

Mabel smiled, satisfied and turned to face her brother. He smiled at her.

"Thanks Mabel," he said, throwing his arm around her in a quick side hug. She took his arm off of her shoulder and held it, getting his attention.

"Dipper, something's wrong." She leaned in closer to him. "Things are changing," she whispered.

He looked at her, and something in his eyes told Mabel that he knew what she was talking about.

"What kind of things?" he asked anyway. Mabel glanced back at the girls, who'd begun to cross the street as Mabel chased away Dipper's followers.

"I'll tell you later," she said hurriedly, dropping her brother's arm as her friends strolled over to them.

Wendy smiled and ruffled Dipper's hair, knocking his cap slightly off balance. "Looks like someone's a cutie," she said, turning her attention from him to a window display. He blushed and ignored the fact that his hat was about to fall off.

Mabel glanced at him, still concerned, and straightened his hat. "Pull it together man," she whispered. "You're practically drooling."

"She called me a cutie," he mumbled. She had to catch him to keep him from swaying into a lamppost.

Candy tugged on Mabel's vest and pointed at a window display. "Can you believe they still have that out? That was so three years ago."

Mabel followed her friend's finger and gasped. The newest game system sat in the display. ''Has she lost it?! Dipper wants that for Christmas this year!''

A store manager walked up to the glass and pulled the box down, replacing it with a shiny silver circle the size of a quarter. Candy smiled.

"That's better. My cousin wants that system so badly!" Mabel blinked.

"That's a system?!" she asked, pointing at the little circle. Candy and Grenda nodded. "But that other one was brand spankin' new! How could that be newer?!"

Grenda looked at her as if she'd dropped from the sky.

"Where have you been?! That game came out three years ago."

"Three- what?" Mabel said, her eyes widening. She looked at Dipper, who's green eyes screamed the same thing: oh crap.

Mabel dashed down the street and looked in the window of a calendar store. The year read 2012. She exhaled, smiling contently. All of a sudden, the calendar changed, reading 2015. Mabel's eyes widened, and she screamed, startling many people in the store.

Running back to her brother, she grabbed his hand. "You have to see this!" She pulled him to the calendar.

"Whoa…" he said softly. Suddenly, he smiled brightly and turned back to the girls, who continued to window shop. "So that's what Wendy looks like at eighteen?!" A dark red blush covered Dipper's face up to his hair. Mabel sighed.

"Sorry buddy, but you've given me no choice." She raised her hand and slapped her brother, knocking him out of his daze. He howled in pain and yelled something a little worse than chocolate pickles.

"GOD MABEL," he yelled finally. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!" Wendy and the girls glanced over at the twins.

"We need to get back to our time!" she retaliated. She raised her hand again, but Dipper grabbed her wrist gently and pulled it down.

"Mabel," he said, taking a deep breath. He still sounded pretty agitated. "Come on. You wanted to be fifteen so badly," He glanced back at the girls, who smiled at him. "So enjoy it. Didn't you say that there was a ton of stuff you wanted to do as fifteen?"

Mabel blinked. Suddenly, she smiled and threw her arms around her brother, nearly crushing the wind out of him.

"You are so right! What am I doing, all this worrying?! You're the one who's supposed to worry!" She punctuated this by poking him in the chest. He winced and smiled weakly.

"Yeah, so since I'm not worried yet, let's just go have fun!" Mabel smiled and ran off to her friends, leaving her brother to walk behind her, rubbing him chest. How is it that she became stronger at fifteen?!

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His day was only starting from that point. First, his sister dragged him to every store in town, trying on anything she found cute, which meant everything.

Naturally, she didn't buy anything, simply trying them on for the enjoyment of herself and her friends, who burst into giggles every time the group was kicked out of a store.

Dipper had been plopped in a chair, forced to focus on something else other than the super-girly atmosphere of every store. His main subject was the carpet.

''It's a strange color. It's like pinkish, but then it kind of merges into an orange hue, but then it turns yellowy, oh wait that's just a stain.''

"Some carpet there, huh?" He looked up, surprised to see Wendy sitting next to him.

He blushed lightly and looked back down at the carpet. Wendy laughed as she scooted a little closer to Dipper. Unfortunately, their seat wasn't that big.

"Whoa!" Dipper yelled, tumbling off the little couch. Wendy's hand flew to her mouth, but he could see the smile she was trying to hide.

"Oh man, are you alright?" she said, extending a hand. He smiled and took it gratefully as she pulled him back up. Both teens got to their feet. Dipper didn't see Wendy calmly raise her phone and snap a quick picture of him.

The teenager smiled and stuffed her phone back in her pocket. She looked up at him and was suddenly surprised. "Whoa, Dipper. For once, you're taller than me." Dipper blinked.

He was about to say something when suddenly, Mabel burst out of the curtains. She was posing in her outfit until she noticed Dipper and Wendy, who were watching her.

She grinned and pointed to their hands. "OH MY GOSH, YOU TWO ARE HOLDING HANDS!" Their eyes widened as they looked down at their hands.

Both pulled away immediately, Dipper rubbing his arm nervously and Wendy moving her hand to play with her ponytail. Both were hating themselves for letting a light blush creep up their cheeks.

Mabel ignored them and beamed at Candy and Grenda. "Check out this one!" At this point, both girls gave her a slight glance. They groaned and plopped onto another couch.

"Give it a rest, Mabel," Grenda said, lazily throwing her arm over her face. Mabel blinked.

"Why?" she whined, giving her friends a pouty look.

"We've been doing this for three hours," Candy said, brushing a bit of jet-black hair behind her ear. "Let's do something fun! Let's go to the carnival!" Grenda smiled, and Dipper visibly brightened.

"Alright!" he said excitedly, walking over to his sister. "Let's go Mabel!" Wendy smiled, leaning over and resting her elbow on Dipper's shoulder.

Suddenly it was Mabel's turn to study the carpet. Dipper smiled softly and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, isn't that what you wanted to do in the first place?" The girls looked confused.

"What?" Dipper's eyes widened.

"Nothing!" he said hurriedly. Mabel ducked back into the dressing room. He laughed nervously, reaching up and rubbing the back of his head. Unfortunately, that was the arm Wendy had been leaning on.

"Gah!" she exclaimed, falling to the floor. She shot Dipper a quick glare. He smiled sheepishly and extended his hand.

"Sorry," he said, helping her to her feet. She studied his forehead.

"You know, you're only taller than me by a millimeter." He laughed.

"Alright, I'm taller than you in Canada!" Mabel laughed behind them as she emerged from the curtains once again, this time in her own clothes.

She gestured to her friends and they stood, following her out of the store. Dipper almost followed, but Wendy was still staring at him.

He looked at her, and she smiled. "I can see your birthmark," she whispered, leaning closer to him. With that, she laughed and walked after his sister, leaving him to try and hide his massive blush before he lost the group.

Still slightly red, he called after her, "Wait up!", dashing out of the store and running down the street.

Mabel watched as he caught up with them.

"Where've you been?" She studied him. "And why do you look like a tomato?" Behind them, Wendy laughed.

He pulled his hat down so that it pushed his hair down to hide his face.

"Shut up."

---

"Ooh, Dipper! Let's go on the Stomach Launcher!" Mabel screamed as they got to the amusement park. Dipper looked around the park and smiled. Oh man, this is gonna be awesome!

Wendy nudged him with her elbow. "Hey man, you okay? You haven't said anything since we left the store?" She followed his line of sight to the top of the Stomach Launcher.

She smirked at him. "Oh, are you scared?" He looked at her and smiled smugly.

"What? Me? No, of course not!" He looked back at Mabel and the girls. "Let's go!" he said, already halfway to the roller coaster.

---

"Aw man, that was awesome!" Wendy said excitedly, stumbling slightly in the twilight air. Dipper laughed and held out an arm to keep her steady, even though his world was spinning as well.

"I told you I wasn't scared!" Wendy laughed.

"Oh, I knew. Only you couldn't be scared. It's not possible." Dipper looked at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wendy shrugged.

"Well, you've already faced an abominable snowman, fought against evil demon gargoyles, and you tried Soos' cooking." Dipper looked at her, his entire dream world collapsing around him. ''We've missed that much?! What did we do when we were twelve? Or thirteen?! Or fourteen?!''

Mabel giggled giddily and staggered over to them. "Those were the best roller coasters EVER."

Candy laughed and looked up at the orange-tinged sky.

"Aw, I have to go." She wrapped Mabel in a quick hug. "See you later!"

"Yeah," Grenda said, stretching. "I'd better get back too. Later!"

"Bye!" the remaining teens yelled as they watched their friends run back towards the main town. Wendy smirked.

"Hah, fifteen-year olds have such early curfews," she said, casually throwing her arm around Dipper. He looked at his sister with panicked green eyes.

She looked at him blankly. What? her eyes seemed to ask.

Dipper pulled her over to him and whispered, "We have to get back. Now." Mabel's eyes widened.

"What?! Why?!" He rolled his eyes and repeated what Wendy had said. She gasped.

"We missed all of that?!" Dipper nodded solemnly.

"And we're just going to miss more if we stay fifteen!"

"Oh no! We have to get home!" She grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him away from Wendy, who snickered.

"What, you two have a curfew now?" Dipper looked at his sister nervously.

"Uh, yeah. I guess so." She pulled him a little further away from her, knowing that with the proper motivation, he would want to stay fifteen.

Wendy smiled and gave him a fake pout. "Aww, my two favorite twins have to leave so soon."

Both twins paused at this. They'd both had so much fun that day.

Dipper gave Wendy a sad look. "Yeah," he said softly. "I guess we do." She smiled warmly and reached up, ruffling his hair under his cap again.

"Whatever. I'll see you guys later, kay?" The twins smiled at her.

"Yeah…" Mabel said, sharing a look with her brother. He smiled in reply. "Don't worry, you will."

With that, she and her brother ran into the forest, leaving their eighteen-year old friend behind them.

Wendy smiled and watched them leave. I'll miss you guys, she thought, pulling out her phone and scrolling down to her latest pictures.

As she browsed her pictures, she smiled at every memory she'd captured that day, from a flustered Dipper in the clothing store to a sugar-induced Mabel from earlier in the carnival.

But I can't wait to do it all again.

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"Come on, Dipper! We have to hurry!" Dipper ran after his sister as she dashed through the forest, leaping over newly grown trees in their path that hadn't been there three years ago.

"Do you think it's still there?!" he asked her as they turned down a familiar path.

"It'd better be!" she yelled back, ducking under a giant leaf. Dipper's eyes widened as he recognized it as the leaf that'd taken him out so many hours before. Or was it years?

Finally, the twins reached the glowing pink rock. The glow had died down, and the evening sunlight was fading quickly. Dipper shot Mabel a wide-eyed look and ran to the rock.

She copied him frantically, returning to her side of the rock. She looked down at her outfit, picking at little pieces of lint and loose bits of string.

"What are you doing?!"

"Getting one last good look at myself!" Dipper's panic softened.

"You'll see her again in three years," he promised. She looked at him sadly and closed her eyes, pressing her palm against the rock. Dipper did the same.

I'll miss you fifteen, Mabel's thoughts echoed through the rock.

See you later, Dipper thought back. He felt her thoughts relax.

Twelve? He nodded, even though he knew she couldn't see it.

Twelve.

And a blinding explosion knocked both twins off their feet, bathing them in pink light.

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''Mabel? Mabel?! Oh my God, where's my sister?! Oh wait,  my eyes are closed.''

Opening his eyes, he looked across the clearing. "Mabel?!"

"Dipper?!" Mabel's voice sounded higher than it had before. He struggled to his feet, rubbing his head.

Looking down at himself, he beamed.

"Yeah!" he yelled, proud to be clad in his navy vest and orange t-shirt. "I'm wearing shorts and I'm proud!" he screamed to the clearing. "How about you, Mabel?"

"WHOOOOOOO!" came her excited response. He ran around the rock and found his sister sitting on the grass, an oversized sweater draped over her and a dark green skirt fitting her as familiarly as her brother as he threw his arms around her.

"We're back!" he yelled. She smiled and returned the hug.

"Yeah!" Suddenly, she froze. "And we have to get home!"

"Race you!" Dipper yelled, dashing away and out of the clearing. Mabel giggled and ran after him.

---

The twins reached the Mystery Shack right as Wendy was checking her watch and locking the gift shop. She smiled as they ran up to her.

"WENDY!" Mabel screamed, wrapping herself around one of the teenager's legs like a little kid. Wendy smiled down at her and ruffled Dipper's cap.

He smiled. At least I know that that won't change.

"Hey guys," she said, shaking Mabel off of her leg. "I was just leaving. Where have you two been?"

Dipper and Mabel shared a glance. "Uh, nowhere," he lied. Wendy smiled at him as his sister ran into the Mystery Shack. After a few minutes, they could hear her talking excitedly to Soos.

Wendy gave Dipper a smug look.

"Just so you know," she said, calmly stepping off the porch and walking through the parking lot, "I can still see your birthmark."

Hi there! Just so there's no confusion, Wendy was taking pictures because she knew the whole time that the twins would have to go back to twelve, and Mabel actually did tell Candy and Grenda the story, but as they aged along with everything else, they forgot.

In this story, the years catch up with Dipper and Mabel as they change their ages to be older. They realize exactly what they missed, and how much they need to get back if they're ever going to have their experiences, or else they've basically seen everything in Gravity Falls.

Oh, and Wendy thinks fifteen-year old Dipper is hot.