Summer with the Pine Twins: Summer's Coming to an End

The Love God: Part 1

(y/n)'s p.o.v.

The gang was hanging out a the cemetery staring up at the clouds, pointing out any shapes we saw. "Woah, that cloud looks like a chipmunk!" "Barfing an airplane," Mabel and Wendy point out making us all laugh when Thompson points at a cloud shaped like a waffle. "That cloud looks like a uh...A cloud." "Boo!" We boo him at his lack of imagination. "Oh! That cloud looks like a heart-shaped balloon!" Mabel says pointing at a striped pink hot air balloon. "Clouds don't come in colors, that is a balloon," I point out and we sit up and look to see more balloons popping up in the sky.

"Oh dude, it's the Woodstick festival," Wendy exclaims, confusing Dipper. "Wait the wood what?" "It's this annual outdoor concert featuring Oregon's up-and-coming Indie bands," Wendy starts to explain before grabbing Tambry's phone and showing off the latest bands. "They're all coming: Scarves Indoors, Wood Grain on Everything, Love God. You've probably seen him on that viral video." (The Neighbourhood, Arctic Monkeys...What? They're good Indie bands and it's good studying music)

She proceeds to play said video where Love God is hopping around on stage before falling into the ground muttering about how he hopes nobody taped that. "Woah like a real concert-concert? I've uh never actually been to one of those before," (I recommend a Sunset Concert! They're the best last one I went to the Breakfast Club played it was awesome! I'll stop now) Dipper nervously admits and Wendy lightly hits his shoulder. "That's because you've never had an awesome crew to roll with before," We turn our attention to our crew which was egging on Thompson to lick a moldy sponge. "When you're with us, you're in." "And it's a great spot for a little alone time," I whisper cuddling up to my boyfriend making him smile at me with a blush.

Suddenly we hear a moaning sound and we all look around confused, what was that? "Ghost-ey sounds! Cemetery ghost-ey sounds!" Mabel shouts, shaking me and Dipper in the process. "It's coming from that open grave," We approach the said grave, and Nate and Lee start shoving each other, arguing who should go look. "Thompson go look," Dipper says, ending the two's bickering. "Nice use of Thompson," He approaches the grave hesitantly as we all cheer him on to gaze upon death and he lets out a shriek.

Mabel's p.o.v.

We all crowd around the grave to find...Robbie is inside mourning over Wendy...Still? "Ugh, it's even creepier than I expected," Tambry scoffs with a roll of her eyes as Robbie slides his hand down the photo of Wendy asking "Why did she leave me?" "Robbie?" Wendy asks scaring him as he quickly adjusts himself into what he thinks is a cool pose.

"Wendy! Hey, what's up? Just hanging out in this grave you know...Regular day for me." "Woah dude we haven't seen you in like a million years where have you been?" Nate asks, arching an eyebrow and Wendy asks a follow-up question. "You're still not mourning our break-up, are you?" "What?! No way!" He quickly shouts, leaning over the picture of Wendy. "Robbie we split up forever ago, it's really sweet you'd throw yourself into a grave for me but man, time to move on." "What?! I've totally moved on!" He says defensively when his phone starts to ring, the ringtone he set was him singing about how he'd never move on from Wendy, causing him to pull out his phone and chuck it at a grave. 

"That was a different Wendy that's unrelated..." The gang gives him a pitying look muttering how this was awkward and about how the graveyard was now ruined and they start to leave but I hesitate, he was so sad and I tug on Dipper and a little tug on (y/n) since she was holding his hand and I tell them "Wait you guys, he's in pain! We can't just ditch him here." "Come on Mabel, it's Robbie," Dipper argues and I argue back with "But he's suffering! How can I be happy if I know someone else is sad? It totally throws off my happiness chart, I exclaim, pulling out my happiness chart which had a picture of everyone with a happy sticker next to them except for Robbie. "Mabel, trust me if there's one thing I've learned this Summer it's not to get mixed up in needless romantic drama," He glances at (y/n) who nods before nodding his head at the group to finish his thought.

"Besides we're finally in with Wendy's friends, with Robbie gone, there's a good social balance. Maybe we should just let a good thing be you know?" "Robbie is welcome to join us but with him, like this, it's not a good idea to try and fix his problems for him he needs to want to move on before he can be happy and there isn't much we can do to change his mind, I'm sorry," (y/n) chimes in and the two walk back hand in hand to the group and I let out a sigh as I glance at Robbie being attacked by a vulture before joining them.

Back at the Mystery Shack Wendy apologizes about Robbie. "Oh man, I'm sorry you guys had to see that." "You know what Robbie needs? A new girl! Romance is like gum: Once it's lost its flavor you just cram another one in," Which I proceed to cram another gum stick into the wads of gum in my mouth.

"Mabel, it's not that easy." "It is if you're the world's greatest matchmaker! I've never had an unhappy customer. Like Soos and Melody," I gesture to Soos on a Zoom call with Melody pretending to go downstairs and I throw my fists in the air. "Match made! And then of course there's Waddles and Gompers," I then gesture to the now-married couple, throwing confetti over them. "Match made! And my greatest match which took the longest to make...Dipper and (y/n)!" I pull the two into a tight hug a blush forming on both of their faces and Wendy smiles before telling me "Well that might work for these two and a goat and a pig but Robbie's a hopeless case," That causes me to put my game face on as I ask "Hopeless case ay?" 

Grunkle Stan's p.o.v.

"Puttin' on a rainbow wig on a big white gorilla~" I sing as I sew the wig onto the gorilla when suddenly the wind picks up...Wait a minute don't tell me it's... "Oh no...Hot air balloons...Fixed gear bikes," I notice everything as the realization dawned on me that it was the Woodstick festival. "Folk music! It's the Woodstick festival! Soos! Lockdown the shack and hide my shirts before anybody tie-dyes them!" I shout, digging around for my crossbow, soon pointing it at the balloons.