Shooting Star ♥ Pine Tree

Happy Birthday and Heart Suprises!

MABEL'S P.O.V.

"Happy birthday to you!"      

My heart beat faster with every passing second.

"Happy birthday to you!"        

Ugh, only a few more notes left to go.

"Happy birthday dear Mabel and Dipper!"

Couldn't they sing any faster? I'm not getting any younger.

"Happy birthday to you!"

        Finally! Without hesitation, I blew out the candles on our blue and pink marble cake, much to Dipper's discontent. "Mabel!" He huffed in annoyance. "We were supposed to blow the candles out together!" He exclaimed, irked by the fact I had 'ruined' our birthday tradition. Before I had even a chance to reply to my brother, our Grunkle Stan had to add his two cents. "Kid, suck it up. It's your birthday, there's no room for a buzzkill." He said, grabbing the candles out of the cake and setting them aside. I nodded in agreement and stuck my tongue out. "Yeah Dip, don't be such a sourpuss!" I giggled as Grunkle Stan cut the cake into individual slices. Dipper sighed and shot a glare my way. Brushing it off, I focused all of my attention on the cake slice I was just handed.

        For the remainder of the party, people had wished us a happy birthday, party games were played, fun was had. We opened our gifts, not caring about the discarded wrapping papers of various colors. The gifts were disappointing if I'm going to be honest. I had asked for crochet hooks since my old ones were beyond fucked, but no. I had gotten a label maker. A label maker! I decided to act thankful for it, I mean you can't be too rude to your own guests. Besides, I'm bound to find a use for it. 

        Finally, the party had come to a close and everyone had gone home. Dipper and I were up in our bedroom, both in our respective beds. I sat cross-legged, making another sweater. My old ones were getting a bit too small now that I'm growing. Dipper was over on his bed writing in that journal of his. He looked very concentrated, a look that suited him well. It made him look...hot? Ew, Mabel no. He's your brother, not one of the many boys you find around town and fantasize about. He is pretty nice looking, though. His sparkling hazel eyes and soft brown hair. It framed his face nicely, as did his constellation shaped birthmark that graced his forehead. God, stop Mabel! These thoughts you're having are far beyond disgusting. He's your brother, you're twin! You're other half! For the love of shit stop. Concentrate on your knitting. Take a moment to just relax and focus on nothing else but your knitting. The invasive incestuous thoughts are bound to go away eventually. Right?

AUTHOR'S NOTE

        This took me forever! I like this one a lot better than the previous version of the first chapter. The difference between my writing skills from then and now are astounding. To those who think they're bad at writing, realize that if you give it time, your writing and grammar skills will gradually improve. I look back at my old writing pieces I've made public and physically cringe. I think they're horrible and it's mindboggling that this story in particular was able to receive so many views and votes and comments. The immense positivity and support you guys have given me is wonderful, and I don't think I've ever once encountered one of negativity. I hope you all have a great rest of your day or night and that you've enjoyed this rendition of the original chapter! 

P.S. You might encounter some comments about squirrels or Jelsa. I have no clue what this chapter's contents were before I rewrote the whole thing! Also this bitch isn't bolding???