“Look and listen, 'cause I have a vision—” Do not point out how cutesy-rhymey that was, Broussard. “Regina George,” She gestures to herself, then to the other. “...and Janis Ian. For Halloween. Yes or yes?”

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cady on the other hand is still in her mathletes uniform       the blue polo,  khakis and her oversized letterman's jacket.   the only difference is her hair is up in a slightly different manner.   the unruly curls from the nights adventures starting to show,  so she pulled it back into a relaxed bun.   she lets out a small laugh herself,  looking over to janis.   she really did have fun tonight.   it helped that the school didn't burn her alive at the stake for everything that happened.   and regina was kind,  even though she was hopped up on so many pain killers.   she wonders if that was her real side.   she also still believes that 90% of the students at northshore only voted for her because they think she pushed regina in front of that bus.     “  oh,  that still feels so weird,  why was i voted the spring fling queen?   after everything?   sure thought regina would've gotten some sympathy votes or something.  ”     a breath in as she sits at the edge of the couch in janis's garage.     “  i actually had so much fun though.   after the whole anxiety inducing start of it all.  ”      a beat,     “  do you think our friend groups are actually going to meld?   or was that just a one night thing?  ”      cady can only hope for the best.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐚𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐚  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰.  it  held  his  hand  in  the  same  manner  as  a  mother  would  their  small  child  as  they  wove  through  a  bustling  crowd.  it  kept  him  close  against  his  side,  whispering  the  dangers  of  the  world  like  lullabies  to  lull  him  to  compliance.  even  now  as  an  adult,  fear  tried  to  keep  him  close  to  its  side.  but  the  pull  back  to  the  sleepy  town  of  gravity  falls,  oregon  was  strong  —  strong  enough  to  combat  fear’s  gravitational  force.  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ  ꜰᴇᴀʀ  ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ  ᴛᴏ  ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ  ᴅɪᴘᴘᴇʀ’ꜱ  ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ  ᴡɪᴛʜ  ɪᴛꜱ  ᴘᴀʟᴍ,  ᴅɪᴘᴘᴇʀ’ꜱ  ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ  ᴀʀᴇ  ʟᴏᴜᴅ  &  ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ.  ❝  i  have  to  tell  you  something,  ❞  he  says.  ❝  and  it’s  gonna  sound  crazy,  and  i  know  it’s  gonna  sound  crazy,  but  —  i  just  need  you  to  trust  me  on  this,  okay?  ❞ 

he'd become accustomed to the weirdness that was oregon.   having spent a full three years there already.   it didn't make him miss oklahoma in the slightest bit,  he'd actually grown quite fond of it.   fond of the strange happenings and the people in it.   people seemed to be more accepting of him as he was in comparison to when he lived in okc.

“  okay?   i'm worried now?  ”     he states to his friend as he lowers his phone,  doom scrolling.   it was a trend that seemed to constantly have oaklee's attention.   he realized it was unhealthy and he was trying to limit his screentime.   it was just hard for him to do so with his occupation literally being social media based.     “  but you've got my attention.   now,  don't keep me waiting or i'll throw something at you.   go.  ”     he moves to the edge of his seat for this one,  really accentuating the interest in whatever dipper had to say.