A Summer's Promise

When We Were 13...

A.N- Bro. I'm hittin y'all with a flashback chap. This is the school year right after weirdmageddon for the Pines' twins, just so you know. Welp, enjoy!!!

"Ok!" A female shouted with emphasis, pumping a singular fist into the air. Her deep brown eyes burned with a great sense of passion and seemed to overflow with a glint of determination. The overwhelming buzz of chatter around Mabel's male counterpart, however, made him jittery and on edge. "What's your sched' lookin' like bro-bro?" She chirped out all bubbly, sending her brother's spiraling thoughts of tucking tail and booking it in the other direction askew. "U-uhh it's not much different..except for the AP Biochem and AP Beginners calculous courses I requested..." Light caramel eyes blinked in confusion as they stared the other down. "I have no idea what alien gibberish just erupted from your mouth hole, but, great I guess???" Her voice pitched up a bit as her tone turned to that of question. "I really just wanted to know if you have any classes with me again! We got lucky last year and had all but two, remember?" She blabbered on and Dipper hummed periodically if only to fake his confirmation in interest to what she had to say. 

'Shit was their first day of 8th grade gonna be long...' He groaned softly in frustration as his twin glanced over at him in befuddlement.

"You ok dippin' dots?.." Her head cocked to the side, a waterfall of brunette curls cascading over her shoulder. "Yea..fine." He muttered as they passed through the front doors of the school, the duo being quickly consumed by the roaring sea of students.

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"That's all for today's lesson. If you'd like to potentially sign up for a club, grab one of the sheets in the basket by the door on your way out. Once you choose one or two you like just fill it out and stop by the Student Council's office." The professor cleared his throat with a handkerchief and inhaled slowly. "Well...as soon as the bell rings you're free to leave, and please do run. Sooner you get out of my hair the better." He smiled lopsided, a bit of snark still there from his previous comment, and huffed as he walked back over to his desk. Dipper had a feeling this was gonna be one of his favorite classes and that he and the professor were gonna get along just fine.

The bell rang, and just as instructed, throngs of kids booked it for the door. A certain brunet however, stood and packed his things tediously, a certain joy brought about from his choice on this AP Biochem class.

"Mr. Pines? Was it?" A slightly gruff voice beckoned. The male in question, turned his head at attention. "Yes, sir? There a problem?.." He softly called out. "Yes." Dipper's throat tightened. "Is there any way I co-" "The fact your sister is practically jumping up and down outside my door and screaming for your attention. 'Tis quite a show for any rare onlooker." He snorted in laughter as he pointed a pen in her direction, his face never once leaving the papers in front of him. Dipper swallowed the lump in his throat. "Oh..Yea.." He sighed exasperatedly. "Well? Hurry along then! We can chat another time since you so desperately want to." The younger male blinked in surprise, then scoffed, weaving his way through lab tables. "And one other thing...grab one of those papers on your way out. Hell if anyone else did..." He grumbled lowly.

Dipper smirked and ducked out of the classroom to join his sister, but not before grabbing a paper from upon the table.

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Their last hour together was History, which went by rather smoothly. In the last few minutes of orientation for the course, Dipper pulled out the club sign-up sheet and began skimming over the various assortment of options set before him. 

"Hmm...I was thinkin' about joining the sewing and crafts club." Mabel muttered, now facing backward in her chair, her elbows rested upon her brothers' desk lazily. "Again? Thought you did that last year?" He commented offhandedly, more intrigued with the broad change of club opportunities this year than to that of years prior. "No that was just crafts. Total difference." Dipper chuckled softly. "Yes, totally." She folded her arms down, slowly dropping her head to rest in the hot-box she had formed, sighing heavily in underlying annoyance. "That was your cue to tell me what you'd be joining. Jeez you suck at socializing." At her comment he scoffed. "Yeah right. I'd probably bore you with my 'Nerdy' interests..." He paused, softly clearing his throat before continuing. "..And honestly who cares about being able to handle a stable conversation long enough to exchange ridiculously tedious things such as 'how was your weekend?'...Right?" He glanced up, laughing nervously. His sisters' unamused expression from her suffocating box of disappointment told him all he really needed to know.