A Weekend Ruse (Older!AU)

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"Her wha-what?" Dipper blinks dumbfounded.

"Justin Love," he declares with a smug grin.

Justin releases Dipper's hand, and it falls lifelessly into his lap. He's staring blankly at the smiling man before him.

He's not much taller than Dipper, short and stocky like a light weight UFC fighter. The top of his low cut brown hair is dyed a fluorescent blue.

There's a mole on his temple, and on his neck. Each of his slightly big ears has an earring (a black stoned stud in his left, and a purple star shaped stud in the right).

Scruff lines his jaw. His white Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie is rolled up at the sleeves, revealing defined muscles. Red Converses, faded and dirty, adorn his feet.

His dark green eyes are playful, his crooked grin even more so. Oh god.
This was Mabel's fiancé?

"Ack! No, he isn't!" Mabel practically screams at Dipper, her arms flailing wildly. She turns to Justin.

"No, you're not."

He's not?

Justin's response is to laugh as he bites into the taco again, shaking his head. A glint in his eye, Justin turns his full attention back to Mabel.

"Oh ho ho, Oinkers!" he teases in that someone's been naughty tone. "Babe! You didn't tell him about us?"
Her face is red. She glances at Dipper who's still sitting like a statue at the table.

His brain is failing to really process what's happening. This guy, this Justin, this person Dipper's never heard of... asked his sister to marry her... and she said yes? She said yes?!

Oh man, Dipper thinks he's going to throw up.

Mabel frowns and snaps her eyes back to Justin, swatting her taco out of his hand and knocking it on to the table. He waves his injured hand, pouting.

"Babe?!"

"Don't 'Babe' me, Justin!" Mabel hisses, yanking him by the collar till they were face to face. "What the hey-hey what are you doing here? I told you not to come!"

"Whoa, Oinkers, calm down," he says with an odd amount of humor in his voice, easing her hand off his hoodie. "If I had known this was a romantic rendezvous, I wouldn't have."

Justin then shrugs, pulling a chair from a neighboring table to their's. He sits in the backwards chair, leaning over to Dipper to whisper, "Sorry you had to find out like this, man. But she ultimately came up here to break" up with you."

He pats Dipper on the back before giving Dipper's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"I know it's hard, but you'll live through this. Mabel's an awesome lady, but you're too late. It's not you're fault, you just moved too slow, man. You took too long. If ya liked it, then ya should've put a ring on it - Beyoncé Knowles."

Did he just quote a song like it was some kind of philosophical line from the work of Aristotle? Why is he even trying to comfort Dipper anyway? Why is Dipper nodding dumbly along as he talks? Snap out of it, Dipper!

But he can't snap out of his daze. Things aren't really sinking in correctly. His mind's a jumbled mess of wedding bells and firecrackers.

"So we cool, Mr. Boyfriend?" Justin asks, picking up a piece of the broken taco off the table. Dipper feels himself nod. "Cool."

Justin glances over to Mabel who's still standing, sputtering nonsensical sounds as she stares at the two males sitting together. Justin gestures for her to take a seat as he takes a large bite.