The Things We Leave Behind (Gravity Falls Fic)

Chapter 32: Into the Blue

***ELLE BELONGS TO ATIEKAY ON QUOTEV

Saige's POV:
       
        I was just casually sweeping the Shack, very casual-like, with my casual broom brushing across the casual wooden floor, rockin' my casual jeans and casual hoodie, totally just being casual, when I casually noticed that Stan had stopped glaring at me. Thusly, I casually slipped away to go to the break room to casually get a drink.

        How very casual of me.

        Stan was pissed at me for leaving the Shack two days ago and skipping work yesterday to deal with the Cassiopeia situation. Of course, he wasn't aware that I had found myself suddenly burdened with the well-being of a magical butterfly child, so he just thought I was being lazy.

        "As if he's one to talk..." I muttered, thinking about how he had spent an entire afternoon watching The Duchess Approves while the twins, Soos, and I slaved over the Mystery Shack's unkempt lawn in the 90 degree heat.

        I kneel down in front of the mini-fridge, tugging it open and pulling out a can of Pitt Cola. It was as if that was the only soda to drink in this town...

        I won't deny, it was delicious, but you do get a little bit cheated, since the pit takes up about 50 percent of the can. Which I guess is why the "Pitt" part is exactly half of the whole brand name. I never really noticed that...

        These are some hard-hitting existential questions and answers happening here in the break room today.

        I'm just about to crack open the soda when I hear someone enter the room behind me. I turn quickly, standing up and closing the fridge simultaneously. If it's a psycho murderer or a serial killer, we gotta protect the snacks.

        But it wasn't a psycho murderer or a serial killer. It was a girl. She had chin-length curly blonde hair and rather stunning violet eyes behind purple square-framed glasses.

        Well, maybe she is a psycho murderer, I don't know her life, I don't know what she's been through. She could just as well be a very pretty, very unassuming serial killer.

        *gasp* IT'S THE PERFECT FACADE!

        She blinked, adjusting her glasses, "Hey, I can't find the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?"

        "Really?" I say, suspiciously, "Do you really have to find the bathroom? Or are you just trying to get me to lead you somewhere where we'll be alone so you can kill me?"

        She appeared alarmed, "What?"

        "What?" I responded.

        "What?"

        "What?"

        (This went on for about 2 minutes)

        "What?"

        "What?"

    We stare at each other, both of us slightly confused by the situation. 

        She blinks again, "Look, can you just show me where the bathroom is?"
        
        I shrug, "Sure," and walk off towards the restrooms.

        She follows me, sighing in annoyance. I can't help it if I don't trust pretty blondes who sneak up on me when I'm just tryna get a soda. Not cool, man. Not cool.

        We reach the lavatories and she disappears in the one marked "ladies."

    I wonder if I should wait. If she couldn't find her own way here, then maybe she won't be able to find her way back...