Hey people! So I decided another year of school complete deserves acelebration. But, since I'm poor and stuck in the equivalent of Nowherefrom Courage the Cowardly Dog, a new Fanfic will have to do. So withoutfurther ado, here's my new story: Lil Ol' Me. I haven't seen a Gideonbackground story on here yet, which is rather surprising. So I took it! Ha!

I don't own Gravity Falls or the characters...unfortunately.

Gideon stared intensely at his reflection in the mirror. It was lined with busted light bulbs and pictures of his love, Mabel Pines. He had long since burned the parts featuring her twin brother in rage. The boy looked down and started to grab his newly-created amulet but paused for a moment, like he was trying to remember something.

"It was you! YOU did this to me!" He screamed as he ripped the gem away from his neck and threw it to the floor. It cracked slightly and cast a faint, shadowy glow across the floorboards. As if he was guilted into doing so, Gideon walked across the room in silence, picked the tie back up, and returned to his chair.

The child whispered to the amulet he now cradled in his hands, "It's your fault. I wasn't always like this…"

A younger Gideon Gleeful sat on the front steps of his family's relatively new home in Gravity Falls, Oregon. He donned a simple pale blue shirt with a one-eyed star in the center over a pair of worn, far-too-long jeans that tried to reach past his matching tennis shoes. His bleach-blond hair sat flatly on his pale, freckled face, perpetually needing it to be brushed out of his bright blue eyes.

He had just moved northwest from a small town in Texas a couple months back and still hadn't quite adjusted to his surroundings. The impolite citizens of the town, the way people silently judged him simply based on his accent, even the lack of decent sweet tea bothered the boy.

"Gideon, are you coming or what?!" the familiar voice caused the boy to look up with a smile.

"I figured I'd actually spend the first day of my summer break, erm, well…actually takin' a break, Pacifica…" Gideon replied in his deep southern drawl, leaning back further to take more of the sunlight streaming through the pine trees.

"No way I'm letting you just sit around all alone, Giddy."

"Don't call me that. And I'm stayin' put right here," He pointed to the ground.

"Alright, suit yourself." She started off down the gravel driveway, stopping every few feet to playfully announce that she was leaving, aiming to guilt-trip him into coming with her.

To Gideon, being there in the strange new town wasn't so terrible with her around. Even though she was a Northwest, she seemed like she wanted to just blend into the crowd just like any other kid. Well, blend probably wouldn't be the first word to come to mind when describing Pacifica. Her long, blonde hair was always in a mess of oddly-placed braids, much to her parents' dismay. To add to her 'style,' she layered brightly colored tops over her signature bell-bottomed jeans and a pair of her seemingly unlimited supply of different sandals. Somehow though, the look suited her.

Gideon was suddenly pulled from his thoughts by a tap on the shoulder that revealed a bracelet-clad hand offering to help him up. He sighed and decided he wasn't going to win this round as he got to his feet, no more questions asked. Pacifica had a strange way of getting people to do what she wanted, and to be honest, he was kind of jealous. People seemed to walk all over him no matter what. He tried clearing the thoughts out of his mind, but Pacifica caught on quickly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh…umm—nothing. Just missing Texas, that's all." he lied, making the worst poker face possible.

"Ooookayyy…you're weird, you know that, right?" Pacifica squinted her eyes while she jokingly questioned Gideon.

He awkwardly laughed in response before blurting out, "Hey, weren't we gonna go do somethin'?"

"Of course!" Pacifica face-palmed, "I was going to make this summer amazing by showing you around the forest!"

"T-the forest?" Gideon managed to stammer, "Don't you feel like you're being watched? Maybe I'm just para-…"

Pacifica cut in, "Seriously? You're afraid of trees now? Come on."

She grabbed his hand and briskly made her way to the forest's edge, Gideon reluctantly in tow. The girl then released her friend from her steel grip. He pulled his hand up to his chest and rubbed it in response.

"Ow?!"

"You'll be fine. Alright. Follow me! You better keep up…Giddy," Pacifica mocked.

Knowing she pushed the boy's buttons and he would follow, Pacifica darted off into the trees with no discernable path leading her. While her reflexes allowed her to duck and jump at the perfect times, Gideon managed to clip every low-hanging branch, root, and rock in his path, forcing him to lose sight of his newly appointed tour guide. Just then, a branch appeared out of nowhere, knocking the boy into a roll down a nearby hill.

Pacifica noticed she couldn't hear her friend anymore and looked around, "I knew I should've waited for him. He doesn't get out much," She started calling for him, "Gideon? Gideon! Okay, this isn't funny anymore!"

She noticed a path that sliced through the foliage, littered with broken twigs and flattened ferns. She thought to herself, "Hmm…strange…it almost looks like—"

Pacifica gasped in realization, "GIDEON!"

I know, I know, it seems a little reverse-Pinesy right now, but that'll change throughout thestory as I develop the characters. Tell me what you think in the reviews. Also, you should visitmy DeviantArt, ramsoccer3792, to see the progress on my fancy hand-drawn replica '3' Journal!

Quick update from 4/23/14: I'm reformatting this story as well. I don't know what past me was thinking spacing this by hand. Eugh. I like rereading slightly older stuff and seeing what phases I've gone through as far as references and such. Sorry. Bit of nostalgia there. Carry on.