Black and White and Streaks of Color

Chapter Eleven: Mabel's P.O.V. Different

I have always known that I'm different.
But different in what way?
Every time I see or think of Pacifica, my world lights up. It's like more than having a friend.
My mom even always told me that I'm not like other girls. When I was picked on, I'd be called stupid and fat and ugly and one more thing.
Lesbian.
Sure, it was kind of offensive when I was nine, because I didn't know what it meant. But I do now.
And I'm different in that way. I love Pacifica. I'm a lesbian. I'm gay. So what? I think that's awesome.
It sounds nice too: Mabel Pines is gay.
The only fear is now that Pacifica Northwest isn't. Or her parents might not want her dating girls - I know how strict they are. And even if she is lesbian, would she like me back? Would she just want to stay friends? How would it work out?
I sigh. I'm currently laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all of this. Dipper lays sleeping in the bed a few feet away. He looks peaceful. I'm happy he learned to like the town of Gravity Falls. He kind of fits right in with its strange creatures.
I think we both do.
  I know another reason he's probably snoozing well. Today we fought the scariest thing yet - a Gremloblin. Part gremlin, part goblin according to the journal. It was pretty terrifying to me, but Dipper did a nice job of fending it off with a mirror. If you look into its eyes, you can see your worst nightmare. So basically, when he looked in the mirror, he saw his nightmare.
  I owe him.
  I take a deep breath. I should be sleeping too. I close my eyes and swirl into a cloud of dreams.