Do You ℓσνє Me

Chapter 14, Late Night Chat

"It's always there when you need it. It may seem they're not there when it's day time, but you will see them, when you let the dark come..." He said.

While we were stargazing, I could feel a sudden impact in my hand. I looked down to discover our hands touching. I looked at Dipper, who seems to also have discover that. We smiled, and continue to stargaze, as we grip into each other's hand, not letting go.

"Hallo! Vat ju up to?" George said, making me slightly jump in surprise. What the heck are you doing?! Popping out of no where?!

"Zeems like ju in a very tight zituation... Ju should talk about stuff from jour past." George said, the accent making me tingle in an unknown way. Guess I'm starting to like the accent?

Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, what do I talk about exactly? I thought, sarcastically.

"Well, Ms. Sarcastic Pants, talk about jour first kiss or zomething. I can guarantee ju have zat in common." George replied, with hooded eyes and a killer smirk.

Am I gonna listen to a tomato? Or to my head? Well, the tomato came from my head, so I think he's my subconscious? Fine! Stupid tomato!

"Heeyyyy!" George said, looking offended. Seriously, I don't know what's going on in my head! Fine George! But if I get stuck in an awkward situation from this, you are SO dead!

I glanced at Dipper, who was still staring at the stars. I gulped with nervousness, is this really necessary?

"Yez, yes it iz." George replied, in a surprisingly soft and gentle, concerned tone," go, don't be shy. Ju can do it."

I built up my breathe, and released, in an attempt to calm down, but the butterflies in my stomach never been so alive and active. I could feel the sweat on my brow dripping down, while my face blushed with might.

The wind brushed across my skin, as the stars twinkled with light. With the words "go, don't be shy. Ju can do it" echoing in my head with a certain Russian accent.

Here goes nothing. "Di-dipper?" I croaked. Glancing at him, who had shown no reaction. I pouted, that's a bit offending.

"No! Lad! He didn't hear JU!" George yelled back," speak louder!"

"Duh-duh-dah-dah-dipper." I panicked. I turned to his side, where he was still looking at the stars- he didn't hear me... Again...

I was getting frustrated,"DIPPER GLEEFUL!" I blurted out, then cupped my mouth knowing that I said that wrong. But fortunately, he reacted this time, by jumping back in surprise. He stared at me, with a "what do you want from me" shocked face.

We stared at each other for what seems like hours. Frantic, I quickly flashed an awkward smile back, perking up my body at the same time.

"I-I was just gonna ask you about, y-your first kiss." I stuttered. Worried about how will he react to this.

"Uh... Ok?" He chuckled,"My first kiss... Um... I was about 8 years old, I was at this party, and a blonde girl who was about 7 at the time, kissed me." That was a bit too simple, I wanted details! Details, man!

George rolled his eyes," then jiast ask for details!" He yelled. Ok! Ok! I'll do it.

"Details! DETAILS!" I yelled, my arms reaching out.

"Well... Ok." He chuckled, again," it all started in the party..."

Flashback
I was 8 years old, Mabel and I were asked to perform our magic in an 8-year-Old's party...

The party was just a subtle party, a party that any normal 8-year-old would get. The party was held at a garden, with balloons and streamers decorating the trees and bushes. There was also a stage, just inside a tent big enough for it. Tables where placed everywhere, completed with chairs and dishes. Beside the stage was a small buffet, which only has normal food, spaghetti, rice and other stuff. It was a simple party.

All of the sudden, a spotlight pointed at the stage. The curtains flew open in a flash, revealing a set of twins, a girl and a boy. The crowd cheered and clapped, as they took a slow bow.

"Greetings everyone! My name is Mabel Gleeful!" The girl said with a southern accent. She bowed down again, as the audiences clapped.

"And I'm Dipper Gleeful."the boy said, solemnly. As he bowed down to the audience, they clapped in return, while you can hear the little girls in the crowd sigh dreamily.

The started to perform, doing the old rabbit in the hat trick. That was popular back then. It was no big of a deal, the crowd cheered, amazed on how they did that.

"Now, we need a volunteer." Dipper said, with less expression on his face than a brick. Though the girls in the crowd seemed to like it, as the girls all flashed their hands up like lightning.

"Me! Me! Me!" All the girls screamed. Some of them cried on how desperate they were. Dipper grimaced, he was disgusted by them, was he that cute to have girls chasing him in the age, he thought.

"Uh... How about the birthday boy" Dipper suggested, gesturing to where the birthday boy was. The boy's eyes lit up, he was so excited to be in the act.

Pooof! A sudden cloud of smoke popped up beside him, he turned his head towards it, there stood the beautiful young Mabel Gleeful.

"Come on darlin'!" She held out her hand, which he gladly took. She guided him to the stage, hand in hand, and led him to the center of the stage.

"What's your name, birthday boy?" Dipper asked, putting his arm around his shoulder, forcing a fake smile upon his face.

"M-my name is b-Bobby." He stuttered, as a tomato blush heated upon his face. He smiles as he circled his foot on the floor, and played around with his hands, too shy to even look at the audience.

"Well, happy birthday, Bobby!" Mabel cheered, showing off the southern accent.

Maybe we shouldn't do this to him, Mabel. It's his birthday after all. Dipper said, communicating with his sister with twin telepathy.

No! I've been dying to do this trick! I can't have all that hard work go to waste!

But won't the people sue us for this?! It's his birthday! We can't just do this to him!

But brother!!! I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID SUGGESTIONS AND I DONT CARE THAT ITS HIS BIRTHDAY!!! SO SHUT YOUR STINKY BRAIN AND LETS JUST DO THE TRICK!

Fine...

All of the sudden, a huge cloud of smoke popped behind bobby, once the smoke was gone, there seemed to be a huge wheel, with 4 straps on the sides of the wheel.

Bobby turned back, staring at the wheel with horror, as if it was a torture device. Dipper sighed, as Mabel jumped excitedly.

They strapped bobby to the wheel, making him stick to it like a bug on a spider web. Dipper leaned closer to bobby, whispering," I'm so sorry."

The boy looked back in horror, dipper gave a look of pure sadness. He spun him around, while Mabel stood a fair distance away from the wheel. She held her hand out, and a small cloud of smoke popped up in mid air, a few diamond shaped knives dropped on her hands. The crowd all gasped in horror.The boy looked at dipper, terrified on what might happen to him.

"Here goes nothing." Mabel said, she grabbed a knife, and raised her hand. Taking it back to gain more force, and threw it at bobby with all the force in her body.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

That's it for this chapter, I'm gonna try and update more often. Sorry 😰