White Houses (Gravity Falls Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

to be honest I don't read these before I post them and I'm glad I don't

Dipper's POV

"This isn't good, Mabel," I said while we were getting ready to sleep. I was laying on my bed, arms folded across my chest and staring at the ceiling, while my sister was standing at the mirror.

"What isn't good?" she asked, turning to face me with a frown.

"Kay knows about the journals."

"And that's a bad thing, why?" Mabel asked, crossing over to her bed and laying down in it, pulling the covers over herself. I rolled over to face her fully. "She doesn't seem bad."

"I don't know," I muttered, not wanting to let out my gut feeling. I was afraid. Afraid that we might cause a girl we barely knew to get hurt. We laid in silence for a while, Mabel probably already asleep.

I couldn't sleep that night.

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Kay's POV
I woke up the next morning, strangely finding that everything was normal. I picked up my hummingbird necklace from off my nightstand, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I'm normally not one for jewelry, but this specific necklace was important to me.

I couldn't help but think about what Bill had called me. Hummingbird.

I got myself ready for the day, but I had no idea of what I was going to do. Maybe I would go to the Mystery Shack again, or the arcade, or something.

I ate some toast and drank orange juice and I sat on the couch in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. The TV was already set up somehow so I turned it on.

Mindlessly, I watched it. Don't ask me what I was watching, I don't really know. I wasn't really watching it. I was thinking. Yes, I think a lot. I've been told.

Finally, I got bored of the TV and switched it off. The time on the microwave said 10:58.

My parents were, I don't know, doing something to get this house to be more livable. Dean was playing with stupid dolls or something. ("They're action figures!")

"Dean," I said. "If you want something to eat, you better get your butt over here 'cause I'm eating and I'm not making you any cruddy food later."

Dean glared at me but came and sat down at the table. "What do you want?" I asked. I liked being the responsible sibling. I acted like a parent to Dean sometimes.

He shrugged. "Dunno. Don't care."

"Okay, I'll get you some spinach and maybe some liver," I teased.

Dean shook his head. "Definitely not."

"I know," I said, laughing. I opened the fridge and looked around. Pretty much nothing I would eat, but there was something at the back of the fridge that caught my eye.

I pulled it out and looked at the contents. It was just some chicken. I heated up in the microwave and Dean and I ate it. We also had some fruit snacks and peanut butter crackers.

"I'm going to go," I said when I was finished eating.

"Where?" Dean asked suddenly. "You're always going somewhere. Tell me where."

"It's none of your business," I shot, heading for the door.

Dean ran over and stood in front of the door, preventing me from getting outside. "Tell me where and I'll let you go," he growled.

You see, this is why I hate Dean. I love him because he's my brother, but I hate him because he's a nuisance.

"Move out of the way!" I said, trying to push him, but he was like a boulder.

"Not until you tell me!"

"I'm going to a friend's place, okay?" I said. It wasn't exactly lying.

"Oh, you made friends already," Dean said. "That's new. You usually never make friends this early!"

That was low. I was sick and tired of him in general. I blew my top. "It's not like it's any different for you!" I said hotly.

I shoved Dean out of the way and stormed out of the door. He fell to the ground and I walked into the forest angrily.

I needed to get away. I didn't dare to look back. I hate Dean, I thought, I really hate Dean. I really really hate Dean.

Stop thinking that, I scolded myself. It's just one thing.

But it's not. He insulted you. The other side of me insisted.

You'll forgive him, said the positive side of me, but I could've sworn it almost wavered.

You can't. He's been making fun of you for so long. I don't see how you put up with him.

You put up with him because he's your brother. Nothing's as unbreakable as siblings.

The negative side hesitated. You just make it worse by wanting to forgive him. You bottle your anger up and it just exploded. You're lucky it wasn't in front of Dipper and Mabel, your only friends...

I clenched my fist. "Shut up!" I growled. I was mad enough with Dean, and now these voices are arguing.

I probably sound insane, I thought. But this devil-angel thing was driving me up the wall. I'd had enough with all of this.

I just wanted to go home.

My old home, with Tiffany and Dani. With people I knew. Places I knew. Out here I was alone. I was oblivious and blind to everything.

I had to go to the only place I could. The Mystery Shack.

Still a little steamed, I walked slowly in the direction I thought was the Mystery Shack. It seemed like I walked for hours but finally, I found it.

I walked up and knocked on the door. The man I had seen two days ago was at the door. "Oh, great. What do you need?" he asked.

"Are Dipper and Mabel here?" I asked hopefully.

"You're out of luck. They just left like an hour ago into the forest."

"Thanks," I said.

As the man shut the door, I crossed my arms. This had to be the worst day of my life. I did the only thing I could. I went into the forest.

How will I ever find them? I thought. This forest is like a thousand miles thick.

And so I searched deep into the forest, wishing I had my alarm clock or at least a watch.

With all the trees covering the sky, it felt dark and super creepy in the forest, like the feeling you're being watched.

The bad part was, I did feel like I was being watched. I felt as if someone has just walked on my grave...