(( mabel ))

I woke up early today.

On my way out, I saw Bill. He was curled up in bed, but he was frowning in his sleep. I wanted to go up to him and ease his frown, but I decided not to. Instead, I made a beeline for the door, and went out to the backyard.

I met Dipper. He asked me questions. I gave him answers, brushing him away. 

It was really early, and the morning air was still cool and crisp. I sat on the cold dewy grass, taking a gulp of fresh air. 

Just what I needed, to sort the jumbled mess in my head.

Why do I feel this way towards him? Why is it that I no longer felt comfortable around his shoulder?Why is it that whenever I see him, I just want to erupt in tears? 

My bottled-up feelings were taking me nowhere.

I haven't even talked to him for days, all because of his "basketball trainings". Does his heart still care for me? Or has it flew over to Bridgette? As my thoughts became wilder, I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

I jumped.

This person took a seat beside me. Dipper.

"I know clearly when and where my twin is unhappy. Don't try to fool me."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I leaned my head against his. His hand patted my shoulder, and I felt a wave of emotion rush through me as I realised how all my feelings came crumbling down.

"I feel like I can no longer trust him Dipper, I don't know if its just me, but I no longer feel the same way anymore. What should I do?"

There was a brief silence, before he replied, "I think you should give him another chance."

I pondered his words for a long while. Dipper was right, I was probably overthinking things, it's just me. Bill hasn't even done me wrong, it was just me feeling overly unstable.

"Thanks Dip, I will do as you say." I said, getting up.

"No Mabel, wait."

I stopped.

"Just stay here for a while more, I think you need it. I need it too, we both need it." 

I nodded. He was right. 

The  sun was rising, and the sky turned from a deep purple and red to a warm orange. 

Then, I felt it.

"Dipper, are you okay? You don't seem okay as well." 

He looked away, before sighing. 

"Don't worry about me."

"Dipper..." 

"Worry about yourself first okay?" 

I stared at him, knowing he wouldn't budge. But, he was also right. I need to handle my problem first, it has to stop.

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10 am. 

I arrived early at the basketball court, before the crowds came streaming in. The place was packed, but I still has my own personal space. The ones next to me were some cheerleaders, I ignored them.

I took out my notebook and started jotting down my life. I still keep a diary, after all these years.

At 10.30am, the match started. Alone amongst the rest, I didn't cheer. However, inside, I was rooting for him.

I looked through the players in yellow, and saw him. No matter what he did or even how hard he tried or even if he tried, I felt my heart flutter still, with that irregular heartbeat. 

"SCORE! 5-6, with Team Yellow leading the game!" came the announcer halfway through the match.

I smiled. One more goal, and they would win.

He didn't fail to disappoint. With a leap, Bill expertly aimed the basketball straight into the hoop.

Cheers erupted from below.

"And the winning title goes to Team Yellow! What a victory!"

I beamed for him, as I stood up to make my way down and surprise him. He probably doesn't know I am here, and I might be just the best surprise for him. I couldn't wait.

I took out the vanilla cupcake for him from my bag. Just before, I went to the bakery. He probably didn't have a proper breakfast, as usual. He liked cupcakes.

There was quite a crowd, and it took quite a while for me to get down to the bench.

"Bill!" I cried out, just as I caught sight of him. There was a group in front of me, and I made my way through them.

"Bill-" I stopped halfway, just as I saw Bridgette giving Bill a warm hug. I saw how his hands made their way to her back. The warm hug, close to intimate. 

I felt the tears.

And this just had to be the perfect moment where our eyes meet, where his mouth opened. In shock or guilt, I don't care anymore.

I had to get away, before he sees my tears.

In my haste, my cupcake dropped to the concrete floor with a splat. 

I don't care anymore. 

I turned and ran.