*Reader's POV*

The room was a tornado of colors, fluffy blouses and anything silk lining the floor. "Pink or blue?" Mabel asked Dipper, who was torched inside, looking forward to the sweet, sweet relief of death. Dipper didn't respond, finally snapping, trying to get her to leave him alone after an hour of clothes and a life time of babbling about said clothes. He laid on the end of his bed, arm draped over his eyes. "Come on, Dipper! The party's in an hour and I wanna meet that girl you were telling me about." Mabel poked, giving off a taunting side smirk. "Her name is Candy Chiu. She's not much of a talker outside of gossip." Dipper states, shrugging. "Well, either way, anything's a step up from that new girl. Northwest, was it?" Dipper rolled his eyes with annoyance and retorted sharply, "Southeast, as I've told you before. She's not bad company. I'd suggest you talk to her. From what I've heard, she's staying with your chubby pale dream boat of a child." Mabel scuffed, taking her new found knowledge into account.

"She's such a drip. I should have known she would live in a mud hole like that." Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, followed by the sounds of light sobs. "Come in, Will." Called Dipper, gripping his amulet to prop the door open. Will floated in, his triangular body shivering from choked sobs. "M-miss sSoutheast is h-here..." Will began, only to be cut off by the twins instantly. "WHAT?!" They cried at the same time, looking at each other. "Did you invite her here?!" Mabel accused, pointing her finger in his face. "Why would I invite her here? You invited her as a test subject for our next act, didn't you?!" Dipper accused right back at her, launching himself off the edge of the bed, coming face to face with her. As their accusations got louder and louder, Will gulped, finishing his sentence. "-Along with Candy Chiu and her acquaintance Grenda..." He finished, earning a hushed room, the twins looking perplexed. "She's here?" Dipper groaned, Mabel elbowing him in the stomach.

"Dipper, did you invite her here?" Mabel questioned, Dipper shaking his head in response. "I'm afraid not. The party's not for another two hours. Either way, I'd hate to get near her before I've had my proper shots." Dipper quipped, earning yet another jab to the stomach. "Why could she be here than? And with Southnorth?" Dipper rolled his eyes, correcting her once more. "East. Southeast." Mabel waved her hand, fanning the statement away. "Yah. Yah. Who cares? Will, would you tell our guests that we will be down stairs shortly? I'd like to have a word with my twin for a moment..." Mabel turned to Dipper, eyes slighted, but a playful smile plastered on in contrast. Will nodded, floating towards the door backwards, making sure not to take his eye off of them for a second. Once the door swung shut, Mabel's hair cut through the air, her head snapping swiftly towards Dipper's face.

"Well...?" Dipper asked, looking at Mabel's silent face, sprinkled with bits and pieces of anger and confusion. "You like her. Admit it." Mabel said blankly, crossing her arms with an air of superiority. Dipper shrugged his shoulders, looking at her. "Of course I do. How could I not? She's relatively bearable. That's more than I can say about Chiu." Dipper sauntered over to his personalized corner of the room, flopping down quite gracefully onto his favorite chair: A torn red chair, stuffed, foam spilling out the back end of the seat from years of 'over-loving.' Dipper crossed one leg over the other, resting his head on top of his folded hands, eyes closed in thought. "Geez. Could you be a bigger dip? What happened to you liking that goth, Wendy? Can't you just go back to liking her?" With this, Dipper opened an eye, peering silently at her for a moment before deciding to speak. "I'm too young for her. She's twenty, I'm seventeen. It wouldn't work out. She has a boyfriend anyways and he's quite bearable as well." Dipper states.

"UGH! Than go out with HIM. Just dump her. She's lame. She's ditsy like a Barbie doll. You could have SIX South Equators just like her." Dipper opened both eyes this time, turning his entire body towards her. "EAST. If you refuse to call her that, at the very least call her Paz!" Dipper burst out, throwing his head back with frustration, racking his hair with his fingers, eyes shut once more. Mabel sighed, walking briskly to the edge of the bed facing him. "Dipper... Hey. I was just- joking." Mabel attempted to say, but it all sounded forced and fibbed. "Whatever. I just- Never mind." Dipper exhaled, continuing to rack his hair. Mabel grabbed at his hand, moving it away from his now-messy hair. "What? You just what?" Mabel asked softly, sudden pity in her eyes. Dipper only so much as gave her a side-glance, before continuing to rack his hair with his free hand.

"Dipper..." Mabel asked once more, this time more prodding. Dipper was silent for a moment, sighing with regret, than turned to her. "I'm not supposed to tell you this. You have to promise no one hears of it." Dipper said, lifting up his pinky finger. Mabel took it, clutching his with her own finger, giving it a slight lift, dropping it softly, as if to signify some kind of hand shake. With a deep breathe, he closed his eyes, speaking very softly. "I have been... convinced to be near Candy... On a romantic level." He sighed, lowering his head, letting this bit of information sink into Mabel's skin. "So, what? You guys are like... getting married or something?" Mabel asked in a confused tone. Dipper choked out a small chuckle, trying to seem light hearted about it. "Thank God, no. I just... have to date her. Some weird 'summer love' deal her dad made with Stan. It's just to keep her happy while he's on a business trip, then she'll dump me and it'll be over." Mabel scowled at his response, looking much more informed of the situation than she was before, and a lot more grossed out. But, something still bugged her. "So, what are you gonna do about Princess Peach down stairs?"

Dipper shrugged hopelessly, seeming to sink into the ripped corner of his seat, wishing he could just drop the subject. "She's nothing I can't handle. I'll drop her affections like I dropped the mayor's dead body in that lake." "Haha. That was fun! " Mabel replied in remembrance, moving to his side to sit on the edge of his chair's arm. "She won't know what hit her, asides from her feelings once they get chucked back into her face!" She continued to tease, earning a cold laugh from Dipper, numbly amused. For a short time, the room went stale with silence and the air chilled, only for the door to be knocked on once more. This time, no response was given for his entry, Mabel simply touched her amulet, creaking the door open. Will trembled through the doorway, trying to keep his posture as pure as he could. "They wish to see you know..." Will tried, barely getting the words out without shuddering. Dipper took in a shallow, shaking breathe, letting his words flow out of him freely. "Let them know we're coming down." Bill nodded, levitating from the doorway to the steps, ready to signal Dipper's demise.