A/N: Shit Happens

"You know, I really like this one here." Mabel smiled as she glanced over the pages of the constellations book that was held between the hands of the brown haired boy.

Her hand was pressed firmly against the page that showed the image of a Pegasus being created out of the stars.

"Really? I guess I'm not that surprised." The boy responded as he shooed her hand out of the way and he began flipping through the pages once more. "Why is that though?"

Mabel shrugged at him.

"I think it'd be neet to be able to have a flying horse to have as a pet."

"Mabs, flying horses don't exist."

Mabel pouted, but then smiled, remembering something her mother would say to her on occasion. "Not with that attitude d-"

The weight of something heavy woke Mabel, along with the sound of a snorting in her face. She grimaced at the smell of her pet pigs breath.

"Waddles," She glanced at her nitestand. "I still have seven minutes to sleep. Do you know how long that is?" She exasperated loudly as she turned onto her side, letting Waddles slide off of her body and falling onto the ground. "I can't believe you would do that to me, I thought we were friends."

She placed her arm dramatically over her forehead before smiling her toothy grin as she leaned over and hugged the chubby pig into herself.

Mabel stood up, quickly deciding that she needed to get dressed. After all, today was the day that they were to get their letters from the other school that they had been writing to. She was far from excited. In fact, she was far more than excited.

"Mabel, come on! Breakfast is ready and it's a surprise, so don't ask what it is." Stan yelled up the stairs as Mabel was pulling her finally finished and brand new llama hair sweater over her head.

"Alrighty. I'll be down in a sec grunkle Stan."

She took a moment to glance over her outfit, smiling and nodding in affirmation that her outfit was indeed, perfect.

"Looking good as always, Mabs." She winked to her reflection, bringing her hands up with her pointer fingers out and her thumbs up as if they were pistols. She pretended to shoot before settling her hands on her hips. "It's time to woo the school with this amazing new sweater!"

Mabel grabbed her pack from the chair that it had been sitting on, and slung it around her shoulder before running down the stairs to see Stan standing beside the kitchen counter. He had a mug of coffee in his hand, and the tabel was empty of everything but the newspaper that Stan read on occasion.

"Um, grunkle Stan? Where's the food?" She questioned as she walked over beside him, staring out the window waiting to see Wendy's new truck pull up and into view.

"Surprise, there is no breakfast today."

The pout that followed on Mabel's face made Stan burst into laughter before he patted her on the back and ruffeled her hair.

"Sorry, kiddo. We forgot to go to the store the other day, so Melody will be going to get us stuff later."

Melody, hearing her name, shrugged and nodded with the knowledge that she was always the one to go and get their food. Even though she didn't live there, Stan still made her work harder than she needed. After all, maintenance women didn't go grocery shopping for their boss.

Seeing a flash of color, Mabel looked out the window and saw a gray truck pulling up with Wendy waving over to her and Stan who were standing in the window.

"Okay, well I gotta go. If I succumb to cannibalism, I blame you grunkle Stan." She grinned once more before running and hugging Melody.

"See ya later, Hambone! Have a good day at school dog."

Wendy smiled as she dropped Mabel off at school.

The brunette walked into the building, her brown eyes scanning over the lockers before she got to her and opened. She pulled out her books before running to class, hoping that the letter that she recieved would be good.

To her luck, it was.

She smiled gleefully at her teacher after she was handed the letter. She quickly opened the top of it, nearly giving herself a paper cut in the process. Again, with her luck, she was fine as she fished out the paper.

Dear Mabel,

Hello. My name is Dipper. I don't want to talk about it, but I guess that works with you liking stars and what not.

Mabel giggled to herself at that line, though she quickly began reading again.

Anyways. I don't have a pet, I don't wear sweaters (as they're far too itchy for me).

Mabel felt slightly offened, knowing that she would mention to him that she would make him the best, not itchy sweater one day.

I like to go outside in the woods near my house and read usually. And why the pig? Not that I think it's bad or anything. I just don't get why you'd get a pet pig instead of like, a dog or something.

Aright. Write to you soon(?)

-Dipper

Mabel began to pull out her pens, deciding to write in more colorful ink this time around. And boy, was she going to make sure that Dipper knew how great having a pet pig is.

Dear Dippycakes,

Now you listen here! Pet pigs are great!

The rest of the class went like that; Mabel writing quickly and excitedly, telling the boy who she just met what it was like to have a pet pig and how amazing her sweaters were.

Um. Hi again. So, chapter three? I know, it's short but I really wanted to get this out here. I don't want to make you guys have to wait more than you guys already have.

Now, I have two other stories ongoing at the moment, in fact I think I have one last chapter of my one fanfic, but I still have two other stories that I want to write as well. So yeah, don't be mad please.

I'm sorry I stopped writing this for a while. Things have been happening in my life since I've written the first chapter. Anyways. Please enjoy. I love you guys!

Edit: I done goofed, so I changed Soos to Melody in this haha.