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Author's Note: Enjoy Summer Nights. A Starla fic that I thought of to make Stan happy.

Enjoy Fellow Gravity Fallers!

It was 1980 something inside a van with air sprayed peace signs and rainbows. Inside the van a young woman in her 20's brunette sat with a pink top with bell bottoms. She had an upset look as she stared out the back window.

"What's wrong my flower?" asked a man with an alluring voice and blonde hair as he looked like a hippie.

"I don't know Thistle I thought maybe some of my friends would call," replied Carla as she looked sadly. "Especially, Stanley."

"Aw forget about him," said Thistle as Carla's eyes had a dazed look before she herself.

"I can't forget about Stan, he's my first love," countered Carla with a glare.

Thistle had a slight angry look as he said, "Why? He's just a nobody."

"Stan is not a nobody," said Carla sternly as she backed away from him. "I'm sure he still remembers me."

"Of course he wouldn't forget you broke his heart," said Thistle offhandedly as Carla's eyes widen.

"What do you mean? I thought it was mutual."

"Of course it was," said Thistle as he tuned his guitar as he walked out the van. "I'll be right back, sweetie."

Carla raised an eyebrow as she looked around the van as sighed at sometimes her boyfriend really annoyed her. She cringed at the mess in van. She clean up some mess til she found a bouquet of wilted flowers. She raised an eyebrow as she read the card aloud, "To: Carla McCorkle. I miss you so much. I miss you a bunch. I miss your touch. You are my crutch. From Stanley Pines."

Carla's eyes widen at the note she thought aloud, "Stan sent flowers?"

"So you found my secret."

Carla turned around to face Thistle with an angry look with tears in her eyes as she asked with a shaking voice, "You hid flowers from Stan from me?! Why?"

"Please, that's just one of them. The guy stopped sending them after I returned it all back to him with your name on them. Guess I forgot one," said Thistle as he reached out for the bouquet but Carla held it away from him.

"No. Stay from away these. How much did you send back?" asked Carla as she held the flowers with a gentle touch.

"I don't know twenty maybe more I stopped counting," said Thistle as he tried to reach for it again but Carla kicked him away with a strong kick in the gut.

"Get away from me!" screamed Carla as she kept away from him. She pushed him hard as he hit his head against the back of the van. He fell with a thud as her eyes widen as she slowly backed away. She breathed heavily before doing a slight breath of relief. "Thank God, that's over I gotta get out of here."

She walked over to the door before she felt a hand on her ankle. "AH!"

She turned to see Thistle's hand wrapped around her ankle. "LET GO!"

"You're not going anywhere Flower," said Thistle in a demonic voice. Carla looked into his eyes which turned deep crimson red. His pale skin chipping off to show off some black scales.

"What are you?" asked Carla in a fearful voice as she tried to move away.

"You should've listened to your boyfriend. I really am not what I seem. I'm what your humans call a siren," said Thistle as he rose up to grab her. Carla looked around and saw a wooden stool and grabbed it and hit him over the head with it. When he passed out she grabbed her luggage and bolted out the door.

Though unluckily enough Thistle woke up soon after she was couple yards away as he yelled, "You may be able to resist my spell but when there are more girls just like you in the world so as long as there's girls like you out there, I'll never run out of prey!"

Carla kept running she found a phone booth and grabbed a card that read Stan Co. She dialed it quickly praying Stan would forgive her. Though in a monotone voice said, "Sorry, but the line you are trying reach has been disconnected."

Carla sighed as she walked around till a newspaper stand caught her eye. Her eyes began to prick with tears as the headlines read in bold letters, "STAN PINES DEAD". She gasped softly as she began to cry at this. She never even got to say goodbye. She looked at the distance and saw Thistle's van driving off. She wiped her tears as she whispered with determination, "No more. You're not getting another girl on my watch."

~2012 Woodstick Festival~

A woman by a 1965 Buena Pueblo motorcycle she had short greying brown hair with a flower clip. She wore a pink leather jacket with pants as she watched a van in the distance. She sighed annoyed it's been a little over thirty years since she decided to follow her ex cross country. Though she's glad that the Woodstick Festival in Gravity Falls is crowded enough that no one would notice her.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

Carla looked at the direction hoping that it wasn't Thistle though it was a flaming balloon that resembled…. Stan? She rubbed her eyes in shock. No it couldn't be. She looked around for someone and saw a redhead teenager who looked annoyed but unphased by the whole thing. "Excuse me who was that?"

She replied, "Oh that's Stanford Pines he lives here."

Carla's hope was crushed she was hoping it was the other twin though maybe Ford could help her. Problem though the Woodstick Festival was ending soon so he was going to move soon. Guess next year is when she could ask.

~One Year Later~

Carla rode her motorcycle as she looked for signs of Ford. She stopped by a diner as she stopped inside she saw a woman with a lazy eye and asked, "Excuse do you know where I can find Stanford Pines?"

"Oh he's working in the Mystery Shack, just follow the signs," answered Lazy Susan. Carla nodded as she followed the directions to the Shack.

At the Mystery Shack Stan grumbled at the sight of all the hippies. Stan counted his money though groaned when he heard the roar of a motorcycle. He peeked outside though his jaw dropped when he saw it was a woman. Though it wasn't prepared for when she took off her helmet. His face paled when he recognized that signature flower clip. "No. Oh no."

He ducked down from the counter causing confused looks as he yelled, "The Shack is closed! Get out!"

When he snuck into the living room Ford saw his brother and asked, "Stan what are you doing?"

"HOTPANTS!" screamed Stan as he sat on the chair praying she was only coming into the gift shop though he swore under his breath when he heard the doorbell ring as he ran back out to the gift shop.

"What are you on about?" asked Ford as he watched his twin hide.

"I'll get it!" yelled Mabel from the kitchen she rushed to the door and saw Carla. "Hello there. Can I help you?"

"Oh yes. I was wondering if Stanford Pines lives here?" asked Carla as she looked at the little girl.

"Oh Grunkle Ford. Hold on a minute. GRUNKLE FORD IT'S FOR YOU!" yelled Mabel before her and Dipper walked out to hang out with the other teenagers.

"Don't worry sweetie I'm right here," said Ford as he went over and saw the familiar face of Carla 'Hotpants' McCorkle. "Hotpants?"

"Heya Ford. I know it's awkward to see me but I just wanted some help could you help me?" requested Carla with a smile.

Ford shook his head from the shock as he motioned her to come in. "What's up Hotpants?"

"Well I know you lived in Gravity Falls for the longest time but I only found you lived here last Woodstick festival-," began Carla before Ford stopped her.

"Whoa. Wait, I wasn't here last year at the Woodstick Festival, that was Stan," said Ford completely forgetting that he faked his death.

"That's not funny Ford," said Carla with anger starting to bleed out.

"I'm serious."

"Seriously. Stop."

"Look Carla I know you're mad at Stan-."

"I'm not mad at him. In fact I'm mad at you now. You seriously can't get over that accident that you're joking about his death!"

"He's not dead!"

"Sure he isn't. Then I'm sure that headline thirty years ago was fake too."

With that last thing being said Ford then chuckled as he realized the misunderstanding. "Oh. Now see what's wrong."

"What?" asked Carla super annoyed.

Ford then began to explain what happened and Carla's anger had switched with joy and sadness over and over til he finished. She then replied, "So he's really alive. Where is he?"

"Well actually-!" said Ford before he heard Stan's El Diablo drive off. "He just went out."

"Oh," said Carla realizing Stan was avoiding her.

They sat in silence til Ford offered, "How about you stay over tonight. You haven't even told me what your problem is."

"Thanks Ford, but do you mind if I see Stan first before I tell you I need to say something to him before I tell you," requested Carla with a shy smile.

"Completely understandable. I'll go set up the guest room," said Ford as he walked away leaving Carla to process all that information.

Later near midnight Stan snuck inside his own house through the gift shop before he could walk to his room the living room light got turned on with an annoyed Carla McCorkle on the couch as she greeted, "Hey Stanley. Been awhile huh?"

A.N: Hope you guys like this first chapter of Summer Nights. Yes it is mainly Carla and Stan related hope you enjoy! Also Carla motorcycle is based on a 1965 Bonneville.