Woohoo, first story! Sorry if it sucks, the plot might progress quickly. I'm really exited about this story! Anyway, R&R please!

~618

"How ya doing in there, bro-bro?"

Dipper, eyes burning from the strain of proof reading, peeled away from his hand-written note and looked at the paper-covered door. "I'm good, Mabel, don't worry about it."

There was a muffled snort before the brunette answered. "No, seriously, you've been holed up in there for nine hours. Get your butt out here before I have to do it myself!"

"Fine, fine," the man reluctantly muttered, shutting his notebook with the pen still inside. Careful not to upset the many piles of notebooks, lined paper, and writing untensils that had built up over the last three years, Dipper stood from his chair and walked across the messy room. I should probably try and clean this up sometime soon... he thought to himself after running into a pile of English and Literature books, sending them crashing to the ground.

Now a major in English and writing in general, Dipper Pines had little free time. This often resulted in him staying in his room for hours on end, despite his twin sister's threats, pleas, and the like. With him constantly working on his stories, Mabel, who had majored in graphic design and animation, was normally left alone. For the first few months of her twin's college courses, she was able to handle the fact that he had other things to do; it was his choice to pick such a time consuming career, and it made him happy, so she was going to let him do it. But as days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned into years, Mabel couldn't help but feel somewhat alone.

"You called?" Dipper said tiredly after opening the door, his eyes bloodshot.

Grimacing, the brunette replied. "Yeah. I just wanted to get you to come with me for a little while; you know, this way you actually know what the date is."

"I know perfectly well what today is!" the man smiled, pulling his twin into a hug. "Happy birthday!"

Mabel almost burst into tears. "Ohmygosh, you did remember!" she squeezed her brother tightly, causing him to gasp for air. All the while, the brunette was somewhere between laughing and crying, making her squish the man tighter to push back the tears.

"Mabel!" the brunet gasped, trying to pry himself out of the woman's death grip. "Can't. Breathe!"

With a slight gasp, the older of the two released her brother, still smiling like a dork. "Sorry! Got a little exited there, huh?" she chuckled nervously. "I just thought you were so into your work that-"

"That I'd forget?" Dipper shook his head, rolling his eyes slightly. "You're my twin. I don't think I could forget, even if I wanted to."

"Good." Mabel said firmly, grabbing her brother's arm. "Now that that's settled, we have somewhere to be."

Before the man could protest, the brunette had dragged him out of his dorm and down the hallway, intentions set on the exit. Since it was still technically summer break, most of the younger college kids were out and about, messing around with their friends. Dipper was really the only one in this section of the building, anyways, so that no one would bother him during his studies.

Except for Mabel.

"Buckle up!" the woman said cheerily, shoving Dipper into her red Honda. Slightly dazed and entirely confused, the man quickly did as he was told, mostly due to him not wanting to die in a car crash. "Oh, and here's this!"

Dipper yelped quietly as black fabric hastily obscured his vision. "T-this is awfully Grunkle Stan for you," he said shakily, trying not to move as a knot was tied to keep the blindfold in place.

"He might've helped me plan this," Mabel replied, her voice moving away slightly as she also fastened her seatbelt and started the car. "Here we go!"

The car lurched forward suddenly, throwing the man against the seat in front of him. Mabel laughed quietly, turning onto the main street. Although her driving had improved since age sixteen, the brunette frequently pressed the lines on reckless driving. "I swear, if you get us killed-"

"Chill, Dip," the brunette said, speeding down the street and onto the intersection for the Highway. "Like I would get us killed on our birthday!"

Mumbing something about insanity, Dipper tried to make himself as comfortable as a blindfolded, kidnapped man could be. What on earth are you doing, Mabel? Dipper thought, shaking his head. And where are we going, anyway? If Grunkle Stan had helped you plan this whole thing, that must mean...

"We're going to Gravity Falls!" Dipper exclaimed breathlessly, smiling widely. Mabel laughed giddily, sharing her brother's obvious enthusiasm and almost swerving into the guard rail. Neither of the Pine's twins had been to their favorite town in four long years, and both had really wanted to return. Now, thanks to Mabel, their wish had come true.

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"Can I take this darned blindfold off now? You're going to run me into something," Dipper complained, not at all trusting his sister's plans. There could be anything waiting for him outside the car, and even though he couldn't see anything, he wasn't taking his chances. "Like I said several hours ago: this is awfully Grunkle Stan for you."

"And as I said: chill, Dip," Mabel yanked her brother out of her car, closed the door, and put her hands on his shoulders. "And we're off!"

For the second time that day, Dipper yelped purely out of suprise before being led off to some unknown event. He had read enough books and lived with Mabel long enough to know this was going to end with something extreme, and he sure hoped that this 'something' wasn't too extreme. Smile Dip extreme.

Even behind the blindfold, Dipper could tell that the room he was pushed into was much brighter than outside. An actual party, huh? Oh no... Dipper thought miserably. "I'm gonna die." he muttered.

"Not on my watch, bro-bro!" the brunette chirped, then covered her brother's ears to shout something at someone else in the room.

"Mabel..."

"Calm yourself!" Mabel scolded lightly, then led her twin into the banister. "Oops."

Holding his side dramatically, the young man was led up the staircase and through a very familiar door, where Mabel whipped the blindfold off. "Ta-da!"

The attic was almost exactly like it was left four years ago, save for a little dust and cobwebs. "Woah. I can't believe it's in this good of a condition..."

"I know, right?!" the brunette squealed exitedly, doing a little happy dance. "I hope you like it, because you'regonnabestuckuphereforanotherhourorsookay? Bye!"

It took Dipper a second to process the rushed sentence, and when he did, the door was already shut and locked. From the outside. Despite him being stuck in yet another lose-lose situation, the young man could'nt help but feel proud of his sister. She had gone all the way to make sure today, both of their birthday's, was perfect. Now that I think about it, maybe I should feel a bit more scared, Dipper thought, walking over to his old bed. When he sat down on the old blue covers, not only did a cloud of dust blossom into the air, but something shifted under his weight.

Upon further inspection, Dipper discovered a very old, very dusty book. Something poked at the back of his mind, déjà vu it seemed, but nothing surfaced. In another brilliant display of dust, the young man blew on the cover to reveal a gold six-fingered hand with the number 3 positioned in the center. "Where have I seen this?" the brunet mused, tapping an imaginary pen on the cover of the journal. "One of my classes, maybe? Yeah, that must be it."

For the next hour or so, Dipper read every page, cover to cover, in the journal. Every picture, every sentence seemed extremely familiar, and it was driving the man crazy; I've seen this book before! What class was it in? Ancient Mythological texts? Or maybe-

"Dipper!" Mabel sang, throwing the door open. "We're all ready for you!"

With a little jump, the young man looked up from the journal and answered his sister. "You work fast."

"Of course I do, silly!" she laughed, snatching the book out of her brother's hands and tossing it onto his bed. "You can read tomorrow. Tonight, we party!"

It was then that Dipper noticed her sister's outfit. She had changed into a short party dress the color of Mabel juice, coincidence or not, with black sparkly flats and loose yellow leg warmers. "I-I think, if you're dressed up like that, I should probably change too..."

"Pfft! Whaddya think I was getting you for? Of course I would'nt let you go to a party in normal clothes!" a mischevious look plastered itself to the brunette's face. "And I've got just the outfit."

AN: I think I'd let Mabel choose my outfits. I just wouldn't let her drive me anywhere.

Next chapter might be up today; I'm bored and need to do something.