It took Quincey a while to gain a sense of awareness, plus choosing a random direction to walk in. When you're lost in the middle of an unknown forest, it feels like every choice is the wrong one. She didn't know how long she was walking for, a couple minutes, an hour maybe, before she finally stumbled upon civilization. The brunette peered around the trees and first saw the outline of the house, but as she neared, it appeared to be less a house and more a shack. It was newly built, maybe up for only half a year, and the wooden boards jutted out on the sides, the porch was uneven. But still, the building appeared to be in good condition.

Cautiously, Quincey tip-toed up towards the structure, but halted straight after when voices drifted up to her. She glanced around the house wildly, hoping to find help, when her gaze fell upon two boys. They looked to be in about college and one of them was teaching the other how to throw a football. The other was failing miserably. What caught the girl off guard was the fact that the boys were almost identical at second glance. The one who was teaching had a stronger build and his hair combed back and was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. The other, presumably the football student, had on a yellow polo and jeans with dorky glasses on his nose. 

"No, Ford, you want to throw it so it spirals or at least goes in my direction," the "teacher" said.

The other, Ford, stomped his foot down. "This is honestly pointless. I don't understand what football is going to do for me in the future. It definitely doesn't play any significance for me." 

His twin chuckled, smirking. "You mean, you don't understand, right?"

Ford sagged his shoulders, obviously unimpressed by the joke that Quincey didn't get. "Listen, Stanley, I have work to do and learning football isn't part of it."

Stanley mimicked Ford in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Come on, Pointdexter, athletics are good for you."

"And so are statistics, but it's not like you put in any effort to remember any of that," Ford sighed, pivoting on his heel to leave his brother.

The other brunette growled angrily, slamming the football into the gravel.

Quincey took a deep breath, exiting the safety of the towering pine trees. "Hello?" she called out shyly, feeling a strange tug inside her. She couldn't remember who she had spoken with before she lost her memory. It was like she hadn't spoken to another person her entire life, however old she was.

Ford stopped walking, turning towards the confused girl and Stan noticed his twin stop. There was a short moment of silence where everyone stared at another and Quincey feared they knew she was off kilter. The nonathletic brunette glanced at his brother before he adjusted his glasses up upon his nose. "Greetings, and who might you be?" he said, walking towards the girl.

Quincey swallowed nervously, wondering if she should regret having said anything. "I...I'm Quincey," the brunette managed to say.

Stan jogged up after his twin, obviously interested.

"I'm Ford," the twin said, somewhat confused that a girl randomly came up to speak.

"Nice to meet you," Quincey said, holding out one hand, hoping she was recalling this gesture correctly.

Ford's chocolate gaze dropped to her hand and momentary hesitation flashed across his face. Stan opened his mouth to drop his input, but Ford slowly took out his own hand to shake the girl's. She inhaled sharply when he took her hand and she discovered an extra digit on the boy's hand. Did everyone have six fingers or was she just forgetting?

"I'm Stan," his twin intervened, shaking her hand vigorously. His twin had five, just like her. Thank God. "Whatcha need?" he asked rather jubilantly.

Quincey glanced at Ford and he appeared to be studying the newcomer carefully. "I need help," she said, somewhat straight forward.

Ford brushed his brother aside. "What appears to be the problem?" he asked, seeming more like a teacher than Stan was a few minutes ago.

She tried to figure out what it was about them that seemed off and she realized what a dumb thought that was. They both looked exactly the same. "I woke up in the forest and I can't remember anything."

The nerdy man now seemed intrigued. "Really?" he put one of his six-fingered hands lightly on the girl's arm and led her towards the house. "Do you know what happened?" the boy asked.

Quincey shook her head lightly, glancing around at her surroundings fearfully. "No. Nothing."

Stan came running up, trying to butt Ford away. "Nothing, huh? Maybe you fell down and knocked the memories right outta yah," he suggested jokingly.

The girl chuckled halfheartedly. "I don't think so."

Ford opened the door, leading inside the shack. It was only a little musty inside and they appeared to have entered into a TV room. There was thick carpeting and an orange recliner was set up, along with a blue recliner right next to it. The wall was covered in stone, but one of the stones was apparently a secret panel with a button hidden behind it. A giant dinosaur skull was set up and used as a table, along with a neon, blue letter H hung upon the wall. In short, it all seemed very random to Quincey, but still interesting for someone's house.

Ford let Quincey seat herself on the orange recliner while Stan practically cannon-balled onto the blue one. "Ok, Quincey, can you tell me where you woke up in the forest," he said, sounding as professional as he looked. Ford did indeed look smart, but something about him seemed insecure or embarrassed, but right now he was stone cold and serious.

She glanced over at Stan who had been staring at her ever since she first made herself known. Stan, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit intelligent. He was obviously a lot more sporty, into fighting, and trying to be the cool kid. It was quite obvious from when Quincey observed them playing foot ball. Not to mention how these twins were set up to be stereotypes. Glasses were usually a symbol for being a "nerd" and Ford wore that classification while Stan didn't. It was reasonable for Quincey to assume all that just from no longer than five minutes of watching them from a distance since everyone was constantly dumping labels on people, sometimes unintentionally, by appearances.

"Well, at first it was changing from cold to hot...then I woke up and I was in the middle of no where," she tried her best to explain, but the poor girl's brain wasn't at its best at the moment.

Ford nodded carefully and thoughtfully tapped his chin.

"I think you're scaring her, Ford, with your serious-nerd-face," the other twin laughed.

Quincey shrunk up, not knowing if Ford was scaring her or not.

He laughed softly. "Sorry, I'm just trying to figure this out," he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and that's when Quincey concluded her earlier theory about Ford. "So, Quince - can i call you that?"

The girl nodded.

"- do you know how old you are?" he finished.

Quincey pondered on that for a bit. "No...I can't remember..."

Stan shrugged like it didn't matter. "She looks about sixteen," he said nonchalant.

Ford suddenly stiffened up and faced his brother. "Don't," was all he said, but Stan was smirking, chuckling a little and Quincey was left in the dark, having no idea what Ford meant by that. "Um, do you know where you live?" he continued his rally of questions.

"Oh," Stan interjected before Quincey could utter a word, "what's your mother's maiden name, what's your phone number," he rambled, imitating Ford's voice.

Ford sighed heavily, standing up to go control his brother. "Stanley, this is serious! This girl's in trouble." The brunette shook his head, irritated, but Quincey caught the small smile on it. "Anyways, do you know?" he asked, his hands held behind his back like it was a habitual stance of his. Quincey assumed he often did it.

Quincey shook her head once again, feeling like an empty paper bag: potentially useful, but presently useless. "Guys, I don't remember anything," she said, reminding them and hoping Ford would stop with the questions.

He laughed awkwardly. "Right, right," he said, adjusting his glasses, another presumable habit. He helped Quincey off the recliner, obviously not good with talking to people. "I guess what's really important is, are you ok?"

Quincey almost nodded, but then rethought it. Was she really ok? She lost her memory for Christ's sake and was now having to possibly take shelter with two unknown college guys. "Kinda," she murmured, holding her arms gently. She still had no idea what was going on or how she was supposed to react to it.

Ford managed a small and sympathetic smile. "We'll take care of you until you feel you're good to go, alright?"

Quincey smiled sheepishly, satisfied at his welcoming tone. "Sure."

"I can show her to her room!"Stan exclaimed, leaping to his feet in an excited gesture.

Ford rolled his eyes, brushing a six-fingered hand through his dark brown locks that hung slightly in his face. "And where's that?"

"The attic, of course," Stan responded proudly, but partly dead serious.

Ford scoffed. "Please, Stan. Let's hope you don't put any more children in the attic. It gets pretty hot up there."

He waved his hand in a careless manor. "Don't worry, bro, nobody's gonna be sleeping in the attic," Stan laughed.

Quincey noticed that these two appeared to be good friends, though they were siblings, and got along quite well. I wonder if I had any siblings? she thought remorsefully.

Ford waved for the girl to come over to him. "I'll show you where you can sleep. I have a futon in my room that you can sleep on,"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stanley interjected...again, "why does the new-be sleep in your room?"

"Is that your way of asking me why she doesn't sleep in yours?" Ford huffed as Quincey went and stood behind him, staring at Stan in confusion.

"Maybe," Stan answered, offended.

"There's a number of reasons, Stan," Ford said in an exasperated tone, "and you're one of those reasons."

Stan brought a hand to his chest, acting hurt. "It hurts me that you say that, Ford."

Ford smiled secretly as he led Quincey down a long hallway to a room far in the back. He pushed it open, revealing the cleanest room in the house. A large, blue, shag carpet was lain out in the middle, two yellow, curved arrows were in the center of it. Up near the far, left corner was his bed, only big enough for one person. The rest of the farthest wall was consumed with a large desk covered in papers and jars holding random substances. There was a rectangular stain-glass window that filtered beautiful colors into the bedroom. On the right was the futon he had spoken of and there was a filing-cabinet filled with organized papers and a calendar with an owl on it.

"You have a nice room," Quincey commented, smiling at the peacefulness of it compared to the rest of the house she had seen. Something about all these cluttered papers and somewhat organization made her feel at home. Well, whatever home was, anyways. Maybe this was similar to her own room at her house somewhere in the world?

Ford smiled, chuckling a bit. "Eh, it's alright. Excuse the mess. I was doing, um, research," he said a little unsteadily.

"Are you a super genius guy?" Quincey asked, jogging over to his desk to overlook his papers.

He blushed a little, glancing away. "Well, I wouldn't say that," Ford replied humbly.

Quincey picked up a sketch of a strange creature. A gnome? "Whoa, these drawing are amazing!"

Ford hastily snatched all the pictures and research together in embarrassment and shoved them all into one drawer. "Not really, I was just studying the town."

The girl smiled at Ford, seeing he didn't really realize how much talent he had. "Thanks for letting me use your futon. I really don't know what I'm going to do from here on out... I have no idea who I am or who my family is."

Ford sympathized. "I bet they miss you a lot, Quince."

The brunette gave a small smile before glancing around quietly, still trying to take in and process everything. "This is all so crazy," she breathed.

He sighed softly. "You're telling me. We'll help you with your memory problem."

Quincey didn't know if she should hug Ford or not, it just felt like the right thing to do, so she did. She wrapped her arms around him, smiling. If she wasn't going to be home for a while, she might as well find a temporary replacement. "Thanks," she whispered.

Ford hesitated, haven't being hugged in a long time. Too long to count. "No problem."

A/N:

Heya people! Wow, I'm already having fun writing this cuz I have this entire thing already planned start to finish haha. I hope you liked the first chapter, it was kinda meh, I dont know. But I wanted to just say something really quick in case there was any confusion.

So, in this story, Stan and Ford never split up and actually went up to Gravity Falls together so Ford could study the town and Stan tagged along to help his brother and also just for the heck of it. The Pines twins are in about their late twenties right now. Ok, now that I said that, I hope you enjoyed chapter numero uno!