Sweet like Candy

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(yo! Author here c:  in this AU they're 17 lol{aka like almost all my AUs lol})

Dipper's POV

I open my eyes and immediately I'm blinded by the light which Mabel just turned on.
"Ugh.. ow. Mabel!" I groan.
"Get up, sleepy head! We're going to Gravity Falls anytime soon and we have to get changed fast!" She pushes me around.
"Who cares about changing? I'm in clothes anyway."
"Yeah, but they're dirty! You slept in them all night and wore them the whole day yesterday!"
"So? I'll change when we get there."
My sister sighs.
"It's as if after we turned 13 your non-laziness just turned off! Get up, lazy! And this time I choose your clothes because your style kind of sucks!"
"Wow, totally not straightforward at all."

She snickers. "Plus, I'm already dressed so while you take a shower I can have time to pick your clothes for you!" She smiles. She seems desperate.
"Okay." I get up and go into the bathroom.

Mabel's POV

Okay, you caught me. I don't ACTUALLY dislike his style, it looks really good on him! But I got bored and wanted to do something for him! It's like that feeling when you wanna do the dishes because you're in that mood. Ya know?

Anywho, I open his closet. Wow, maybe he isn't as lazy. It's organized! But still, forget that! I look around. Ah, perfect! I got out a plain white shirt for him with short red sleeves! I then open the bottom drawer, where I find his pants. The only reason I know where this stuff is is because it has paper signs put on it! I got him to do that. Anywho I take out some baggy ripped jeans. Perfect! I also grab a belt just in case, knowing that.. you know, they're baggy.

I put it on his bed, then go downstairs to get some breakfast for myself. I might as well make Dipper something.

What? I'm bored.

Dipper's POV

I got out of the shower and go into me and Mabel's room. I see the clothes on my bed.
I do put them on and stuff, but I start to wonder.
For some reason, Mabels been trying to do a lot for me nowadays. It's really weird. And when I try to do something for her she says that I've done enough for her. It's really weird. And whenever I ask her about it, all she says is, "I'm bored!"

As if I believe that. I go downstairs. "Hey, dip n' dots! I made some breakfast for you!"
That's it. I'm on my last straw.
"Mabel, hold on."
"Yeah? What, is it not good? I can make something else if you need--"
"Stop. Seriously, stop giving excuses and tell me why you're always trying to do stuff for me?"
"I already told you, bro bro. I'm bored!" she smiles at me. I glare at her.
"Stop lying and tell me what's wrong. Please. I'm your twin brother, you can tell me anything."

She gives a small frown.
"I'm sorry. It's just that when we were 12 I was selfish and instead of letting you have your chance with stuff, I took it all away from you because I wanted something that wasn't even as important." She looks down at the floor.

Oh.
"Mabel, we were 12. It's fine. Plus, we're 17 now, it's not like I hold grudges or anything! Plus, I'll always forgive you!" I smile. She smiles back, tiny tears coming out of her eyes. She hugs me. "Thank you, Dipper."
We stay silent.
"JEEZ, THIS GOT DEEP! Eat your food, child!" She says.

I smile. "Okay." I eat the food she made. After that, our bus comes. "Ready?" I ask, holding my luggage.
"Yup!" She gives me a nod, also holding her luggage.

We get into the bus and sit in the backseat.
Apparently to the kids at our school, only 'cool kids' sit at the back, but Mabel and I always sit there. I'm not cool at all, but it makes sense that Mabel would be sitting there-- although a lot of people do surround me for some reason- boy, does that hype up my anxiety, haha.