Dreamer

Roadside Attraction

Mabel, Grenda, Candy, and I walked over to the RV. I leaned on Mabel as I watched.

"Bow-wow!" Grenda exclaimed. "Time to let the Road Dawgs bark."

"That is us. We are the Road Dawgs," Candy explained.

"Thanks for letting me bring the girls along for our road trip, Grunkle Stan," Mabel said.

"The more, the merrier. Plus, (Y/n) makes Dipper tolerable," Stan joked. "Just sign these non-disclosure agreements. None of your parents are lawyers, right?"

Soos hopped down in front of Mabel, Dipper, and me. "What do you say, dude? You coming?"

"I already went through the trouble of packing all your stuff," Mabel explained. "Even the stuff you kept in that secret box under your bed." Mabel let it slip from her hand, making trinkets spill out. "What the... what's that?"

Dipper hurriedly shoved all of the things in the box, but delicately. "Uh, nothing. Nothing at all."

I kissed his cheek, knowing what the stuff was. It calmed him immediately. I placed the lid on the top of the box. "I'll go put this back. Go get comfortable."

I smiled at the items inside once I got to look at them. Old photos of us when we were in elementary school, carefully protected so they weren't able to be destroyed. A couple of bracelets that I made for him, even a necklace with his name on it. He wore it for weeks before someone made fun of him for it and I assured him that he didn't have to wear it.

We've made great memories. And I hoped to make a lot more of them.

~~~

I laid my head on Dipper's shoulder tiredly. Car rides always made me sleepy.

"Man, RV's are amazing," Grenda commented. "I can't believe we're sitting at a table in a moving vehicle."

"Ooh!" Candy exclaimed. "Informational travel pamphlets. I want to read them all and gain their travel knowledge."

"Kid, those useless pamphlets have never helped a single person," Stan remarked. "The only wrinkly old travel guide you'll need is me. Now, look alive! We're coming up on an attraction run by the most black-hearted proprietor in all of Oregon."

Granny Sweetkin's Yarnball. "Don't let the face fool you. This woman lit my car on fire on two non-consecutive occasions."

"Woah," the girls said, admiring the yarn ball.

"I'm going in, girls," Mabel announced. She jumped into the ball.

Dipper grabbed the end of the string by Stan's orders. I could hear Stan faintly talk to Dipper about... girls? Impressing girls? I shook it off, thinking it was just another rant from Stan.

"Everyone, now!"

We ran into the RV, the string pulling as we drove. Dipper wrapped his arm around me as we giggled, knowing it was somewhat if innocent fun. Dipper's right hand interlaced with mine as we headed to our next destination.

~~~

"Ah, Upside-Down Town. The nausea capital of the state," Stan explained. "Whatever you do, don't use the bathrooms."

"Road Dawgs!" The girls barked, running onto the wheel.

The five of us turned upside down and stayed like that because of the velcro shoes. Dipper held my hand as we walked into the house. I couldn't help but look around, wondering how people came up with this stuff. I looked out the window for a moment.

"I'm really glad you came along," Dipper admitted.

"Me too." I looked at the girls. "As much as I love them, nothing beats quality time with you. You know, with everything going on."