[🔶] Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

Chapter 29: Y/n and Dipper Sitting on a Van

Ford's mind was in a frenzy— it always was. His thoughts were swirling around his head, bringing up possibilities and what if's. He wanted to eradicate the scenarios forming, and fast, but he needed a way to open the conversation first.

Interpersonal communication wasn't his best suit even before, so he knew that he would be having a hard time talking to his assistant and great nephew. Just how is he going to start the counseling?

"Dipper?"

Said boy met his Great-Uncle Ford, who looked earnest with his hands intertwined together. "Great-Uncle Ford? What are you doing here?" He couldn't help but ask, and the older man understood his question. It was unlikely to see the author on the floors of the living room, especially in this hour.

Nevertheless, Dipper gave him his undivided attention, and he was ready to comply with whatever his cool uncle would ask of him.

"Can we talk?"

The younger Pines had a very unreadable face, as he didn't try to hide his confusion. "Okay..." the tone of his voice was unsure, but Ford proceeded, leading him towards the table they sat on a few days ago. It was the same table they shared a soda, after the events of Dipper destroying the mind-reading device, after Dipper told the girl downstairs that he couldn't trust her at the moment.

Ford cleared his throat, choosing what he thought was the right word to start. "Can I ask you some... hypothetical questions?"

"Uh, sure! Go– go ahead."

He brought his six-fingered hands together, placing his chin on top of his intertwined fingers. He exhaled. Here goes nothing.

"Can you describe Y/n for me?"

Dipper looked up, startled by the question. He hesitated, his mind racing through the tangled web of emotions he felt towards her. Anger, confusion, and something else he couldn't quite name.

The gears in his head began to turn. Well... he can describe the girl, but... would he?

"She's... she's something else," the brunette finally said, choosing his words carefully. "I mean, she's smart, really smart. Probably the smartest person I've ever met, besides you, of course." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but a hint of admiration seeped through.

Ford nodded, encouraging him to continue. "But?"

"But... she keeps secrets," he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice. "She knew things, important things, and she didn't tell me. I thought we were a team. I thought we'd always have each other's backs."

Ford leaned back, considering his nephew's words. "I understand why you're upset, Dipper. Secrets can hurt, especially when they come from someone you trust. But have you ever thought about why she kept those secrets?"

Dipper sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess. She probably thought she was protecting us, like you always do. But it still hurts. I trusted her."

"And you still do, don't you?" The older man pressed gently.

Dipper looked away, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I guess I do. I mean, she's always been there for us, for me. Even now, I can't bring myself to think badly of her. I'm just... hesitant. Embarrassed, maybe. I don't know."

Ford smiled softly, placing a reassuring hand on Dipper's shoulder. "It's okay to feel that way, Dipper. Trust isn't something that can be easily fixed once it's broken, but it can be rebuilt. Give it time. And give her a chance."