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Mabel grabbed her books from her locker. Highschool had treated her well. She had her braces taken off as a freshman, and had stopped wearing so many sweaters. Mabel had decided to wear them on the weekends and flannel during weekdays. She had stud- earrings and long, wavy brown hair that went past her shoulders. Mabel had started to wear a thin layer of lip gloss, but it wasn't very noticeable.
Mabel slammed her locker shut. She had gone from being the hyper teenager to being a slightly- hyper and popular teenage. Luckily, Mabel was still her cheery- self.
“Mabel!” called Dipper, running up to her. He was still the geek from middle school, although he had become more fit after running from a giant triangle.
“Hey, brobro!” called Mabel, smiling. She and Dipper did their signature fist- bump.
“How are you?” asked Dipper, opening his locker. He shoved a bunch of chewed- on- pens inside and closed it. “Did you sneak out again? I couldn’t find you.”
Mabel had been sneaking out frequently to hang out with some friends. It had been two years since they moved to Gravity Falls, and Mabel was already friends with everybody.
“Possibly,” she giggled. “Okay, fine. I did. I wanted to hang out with Pacifica.”
Pacifica and Mabel had been hanging out every day, before school. Sure, they attended school together, but Pacifica was still closeted. Her parents had started to give her talks about marrying rich and having a son. Her parents said she had to have a son, or else she would be a disgrace.
“You always hang out with her,” groaned Dipper. “What happened to us hanging out?”
“We can always hang out after school, Dip.” Mabel smiled.
“I know, but it’s been a while.” Dipper sighed. “How about we go to the park? Paz can tag along if you’re planning on bringing her.”
Mabel grinned. “Thanks, brobro!” she waved goodbye.
Dipper grimaced, watching her walk up to her group of friends: Pacifica, Candy, and Grenda. Dipper noticed there was also a crowd of people trying to hang out with the popular kids. He saw Mabel chat with Grenda, asking about her weekend.
The only person Dipper knew was used to the popularity was Pacifica, the heir of the Northwests. She and Mabel had been dating since the last summer, but only in private. Dipper knew Pacifica’s parents would never allow it. To them, Mabel was just their daughter’s best friend.
Mabel stared at her group of friends. Really, it was only three people with the occasional “friend of a friend,” but today there was a whole crowd. Mabel had never met the girl with the huge purse before, not the brunette with a green baseball cap, but she was always down for meeting new people.
“Alright, so we’re doing the math assignment together?” asked Grenda, her voice causing the hallway to shake.
Mabel nodded. Whenever there were 2 people assignments, Mabel and her friends would draw names from a hat to see who they’d partner up with. There was always one kid who asked to be her partner, but Mabel preferred to work with her best friends, including Dipper. Of course, Mabel knew she was popular, but she tried to ignore it.
“So, want to hang out after gym?” asked Candy, hugging her books.
“YEAH!” boomed Grenda, pumping her fist.
Mabel smiled. “You guys are the best!” she exclaimed. “I’d love to, but Dipper asked me to hang out. See you later?”
“Yep!” called Candy and Grenda, chatting to each other.
Pacifica followed Mabel, her blonde hair bobbing up and down. Mabel walked outside, waiting for her. Once they were alone, they sat down on a bench. After looking around, they held hands. Mabel and Pacifica blushed.
“So, want to tag along with Dipper and I?” asked Mabel, wrapping her fingers around Pacifica’s hand. “We’re going to the park, and we’d love it if you could come!”
“I would, but my parents are trying to set me up with some prince,” moaned Pacifica, staring at the ground. She looked away from Mabel, nervous.
“A prince?” laughed Mabel. “Paz, you’re so funny!” She punched her girlfriend in the shoulder.
“No, I’m serious. I’m not out to them. You know they’d kill me.” Pacifica sighed.
“Paz, I’m not saying you have to tell them. That is up to you. But you need to be true to yourself, and dating some shitty prince is not that,” said Mabel putting her arm around Pacifica.
Pacifica smiled, and looked at Mabel out of the corner of her eyes. “Fine, I’ll come. I’ll tell my parents sometime. I just don’t know when.” She turned back to Mabel and squeezed her hand.
“Love you,” whispered Mabel.
“Love you too.” Pacifica looked around, making sure nobody was there. Then she gave the brunette a kiss on the cheek.
Pacifica could never let somebody know she was with Mabel. Her parents would literally kill her, and the town might do a news story about it. Pacifica could already imagine the heading: NORTHWEST HEIR IS GAY. SHOCKING TWIST!” She sighed, but continued smiling.