It Appears We've Grown

Chapter 1- Loose Ends

3rd Person Pov. 

Mabel sat in her office, it was a small room but had everything she needed. She always seemed to find comfort in the room. She had a nice furnished table desk and sat on top was a sewing machine and an array of materials in a neat pile and photo of her and dipper on there 18th birthday, the last photo of dipper she had before he disappeared. Mabel re-called the memory like it was yesterday, after they fished school they celebrated all night to themselves and their parents laughing in the background. Their uncles had flown out from Gravity Falls to California to congratulate the two and enjoy the party. Mabel remembered dippers smile to be so sincere and sweet, the two were so happy to finally do something, to be something. It wasn't long after that Mabel and Dipper got offers for collages, their parents were so proud. As Mabel stared at the photo she frowned, it was a bittersweet memory that she not want to recall.  

Mabel's Pov. 

I stared down upon the photo taken years ago and the memory still appears fresh and new. At the time I really wanted to be a fashion designer so I manged to find a place that would allow me to make money and help my portfolio to get into a nice collage in the area. While I had offers to other collages I really wanted to go to this amazing school in California. The thought of working for someone else didn't really appeal to me and as I wished to run my own business. Running the Mystery Shack for day surprisingly taught me that while tough running a business was fun.  I didn't have a scholarship to this college but it was the best for business and had a great program in fashion design. I remember telling Dipper about the school and he seemed ecstatic that I found something so perfect. But looking back on it I don't think he was, maybe I was too excited to see how he felt. Perhaps I ignored the expression he made and complete shut whatever he had to say. Regardless I wish I could go back and truly see how my brother felt, listen to what he say, maybe then things would be different. Dipper had manged to get a scholarship to an amazing school to be a teacher. Being the the dork he was he had everything placed out and then he was just mumbling around the house about things he may need. But what I don't understand is why he left the way he did. We watched him get on the bus, he had a school, a place to live, everything he wanted or at least that's what I was told. My ignorance had no bounds, why didn't I talk to him? Why didn't help him with his plans for the future? I know I messed up. But did he ever really try to reach out? Was it me who refused to see it or him who refused to try? It was four months after I started collage that I called dippers schools to check up on him. He insisted on writing letters. As old fashioned as it was in this day and age Dipper was fascinated at the idea. While unpractical, the first day and 15th of every month we would send a letter discussing how we had been. Truth be told I was not very fond of the whole letter idea, after all dipper was my brother. Two letters a month? We spent our entire lives together of course I wanted to have better contact. I was frustrated not being able to talk more with him and the fact that despite my pushing he insisted on writing these dumb letters. Dipper was always short and to the point in the letters we exchanged. I wanted to know more about how he was and the way he felt. The letters dipper sent me are by far are my most precious items I sincerely wish I sent him more. I remember that exact moment I had called Dippers school the way the phone rung for a moment before a small satisfying click was heard. Dippers letter that month was short as always but it felt so empty, something felt wrong. It didn't feel like something Dipper would write, it had no heart and seemed like a goodbye. I had talked to the lady on the other end and froze, ill never forget that feeling. It was like a desperate regret, a feeling of hurt and pain I cant quite comprehend. Her words lingered in my brain "I'm sorry Mrs, but the offer given to Mason Pines was rejected by himself and he was never submitted into our school, i'm sorry. Ill pull up the records if you like." The memory flooded out of my brain just as fast as it came leaving me a bit more empty than when I started the day. I shifted in my chair fixing my clinched posture to a more professional look. After all this was my business, I would kill for dipper to see me now, i'm still silly and a little hyper but here I am running a business. I hope that one day I can get the chance to tell Dipper i'm sorry for never seeing his suffering. A small knock was heard out side my door my eyes darted up, "May I come in, Mrs?" "Well duh" I replied and giggled as it didn't seem very professional. "The apprentice I talked to you about is here and wondering if its alright to take to take the job application test." He stood for a moment slightly bouncing clearly excited and nervous. Dipper did a similar thing as well, I smiled at the thought. "Of course bring her in, if she stays ill have to make her a sweater!" I giggled and he turned out the door whispering you can do it to the applicant. What happened next however brought me pure shock and delight, there stood at the door was no other than Pacifica Northwest. 

Hi everyone, thanks to all who read this chapter! This is my first story on this plat-form and I would love to hear your ideas and feedback. Rights for the characters and backstories go to the creator. I hope you all like the story, see you around readers!