Mabel was alone. For the third time this week she found herself taking care of the chores Grunkle Stan assigned to Dipper and her by herself. Her mind wandered in the tedium, reminiscing to when she herself would run off to play with her paramours and Dipper would be left to fend for himself. But Dipper had the book, when Mabel was preoccupied she didn't have to worry about Dipper being bored...but for a while now, Mabel had not seen any young men that caught her attention. Ever since the Gideon incident and before Dipper became so close to Wendy she had just assumed the two of them would waste the summer together, But now he was always gone. She was alone and there was nothing to do. Why didn't Dipper want to hang out anymore? Was his first crush this strong? Strong enough to break bonds old as theirs?
Wendy whistled as the sun set into the horizon, her audience an empty gift shop. While the routine of the end of day duties was drilled into her and practically second nature, the whist