#**relativity falls

Episode: Double Dipper Sixer

Aggie swung her skinny legs through the spindles of the landing, looking down into the party. She'd gotten one too many weird glances from people and one too many thinly veiled insults, so she opted to stay out of everyone's way. She would have left, but her Ma wasn't going to come back for her until their agreed upon rendezvous time. She'd have to wait it out.

She sighs, resting her forehead on the spindles. Even after making a few friends, she's still finding it impossible to just exist among other kids. At least the boys' Great Aunt was nice to her and had given her permission to duck into the shack if she needed a break, but she didn't want a break. She wanted to be down there, with the other kids, being normal. But one mean look and one insult had her sitting all alone. Just another freak, by herself, as usual.

She'd seen Sixer come by a few times- like, a lot of times, actually. Odd, considering he was supposed to be running the ticket stand. She'd seen Stanley earlier, and he'd seen her- but he'd been in the middle of talking to someone so all that passed between them was a wave.

“Whuh-Aggie? Is the fight over?”

The boys head is spinning, his vision whirling around like he’s been stuck on a carnival ride for several hours. Blood streams out on one nostril, dotting his white and red striped t-shirt.

He pushes up from his sprawled position where he lays in the dirt to a sitting one. He gazes at his palms, all scuffed up from where he had obviously tried to use them to break his fall. What had even happened?

“Where’s Jesse?” Stan asks, squinting as he tries to look around for his assailant. He looks at the concerned face of his friend. “Did I win?”

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Stan may just be coming around, but Aggie has been kneeling beside him for the better part of three minutes, frantically trying to rouse her friend who seemed to be somewhere between conscious and not.

"Yeah, it's over." She roughly scrubs at her eyes, wiping tears away so he doesn't see that she'd been crying. Now that he's upright she scooches closer to him in the dirt to get a better look at his injuries. She doesn't know enough about such things to tell if his nose is broken but by the amount of blood coming out of it, she has her concerns.

"He ran off." She explains as she takes one of his hands to look at the raw skin of his palms. "When you didn't get up right away, I think he got scared that he'd killed ya." She takes his other hand to look at it. "I threw some rocks at him. Mighta hit him, I dunno." Of course she did hit him, and she'd made him trip several times as he fled. But that was all she could risk doing.

She gives him something of a sad look, not wanting to say you definitely lost but the sad look in her eyes says it all.

—-

“Course I am. Who’d be crazy enough to ask me to this?” Aggie shrugs, leaning on the hard plastic bleachers. “Cept Jesse, but he’s in juvie til school starts.” She grins at her friend, “Stickin’ with you was my plan, glad we’re on the same page.” She punches him in the shoulder affectionately. “You look nice, by the way.” She adds a little bashfully but not so much so that it’s weird. She’s gotten good at that, not being so weird.

They’re 15, recently finished with their first year of high school. Gravity Falls high school was putting on a prom style dance in the first week of summer vacation to make up for the fact that the actual prom had to be cancelled due to the gym being quite literally destroyed by what most referred to as “the incident” for the sake of decorum. But Aggie knew better, since she’d been there. It was gnomes. Gnomes destroyed the gym. She’s called Stan and Ford that night and told them all about the weird one sided turf war the gnomes had picked up with the Gravity Falls High School Football Team, and how that had culminated in total gym destruction. But, thanks to the help of volunteers the gym was mostly back in one piece, and set up for a dance.

Having it at the start of summer felt like a weird choice but Aggie personally wasn’t complaining. It meant that if she decided to go, she wouldn’t have to go alone. She’s almost thought to ask one of her friends (we all know which one) to be her proper “date” to the dance but she’d chickened out. But she had confirmed that they were going to go, so she made an effort to look… Nice. Nice as she could manage anyhow.

The last year or so had been kind to her, puberty was definitely showing her mercy whereas many of her peers were in the throes of that ugly duckling era everyone seems to have at 15. She’s still getting used to dressing for the subtle curves that has shown up seemingly overnight. Her Ma was little help, but Mabel had been absolutely buzzing at the chance to take Aggie shopping for cute girl clothes.

So there she is, a bit taller than the previous summer, her long blonde hair worn free of the braid she usually wore it in. She’s got a cute little greenish blue dress on, and as was her typical fashion, no shoes. She’d had some at some point but she’d long since abandoned them, stashed in her old locker.

The older kids who had lost out on their actual prom were taking the whole thing very seriously but the freshman and sophomores were mostly there to piggyback of the fun. Aggie had seen Carla (freshly graduated, and on track to head off to college in the fall) among these serious party-goers, dragging Thistle with her. He’d dropped out a year prior but still stuck around for Carla’s sake. He’s shot glared at Aggie who’s blown raspberries at him in response. They were nowhere to be seen at the moment though.

“That’s far enough Jesse.” Stan said, sounding a lot braver than he felt in reality.

He had barely time to react when Aggie had come running at him from out in the woods to hide behind him. He was just about to ask what on earth she was hiding from, when Jesse Stonewall had emerged from the same path Aggie had.

“You got some nerve Pines…” Jesse smirked at him with a yellowed grin before hawking a spitwad at his feet. “I’d almost be impressed, if it weren’t for the fact I beat the crap out of you, every time you do a dumbass thing like this.”

Stan felt for the brass knuckles Olive had gave him in his pants pocket. This was definitely one of those emergency situations she said he could use these in, right?

“Well Pines, you gotta pretty simple choice here. Leave me and my lady friend alone. Or, I beat the ever loving snot out of you, and then I go off with my lady”-

THWACK

Jesse had been so busy smugly running through his gloating little speech, he hadn’t even noticed Stan putting the child-sized brass knuckles on. And then proceeding to somehow land an uppercut on Jesses nose, honestly impressive considering Jesse’s height advantage.

Blood instantly starts pouring from his nose like a faucet. The crack of bone that Stan had just heard makes it pretty obvious that he’s broken his nose.

Jesse dumbly dabs a finger in the stream of blood coming out, looks at it bewilderedly, and then promptly faints.

“Oh crap oh crap oh crap I am so screwed!” Stan said hurriedly, flapping his arms about.

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Why is she so afraid of a loser like Jesse? What was it about him that made her entire body freeze? It’s getting embarrassing at this point.

She could throw him ten feet, easy. She could probably make all his hair fall out, or if she really REALLY tried, she could probably turn him into a frog. But her magic fails her, her body fails her, she just freezes when he’s around. There’s something in his cold blue eyes that makes her feel sick and powerless, and she hates it.

She’s been on her way to the shack to help the boys with some mystery thing when Jesse has sauntered out from behind the trees where he likely had been hiding. She’d tried to tell him as firmly as possible to leave her alone. He’d taunted her while calling her baby which made her skin crawl.

“What? You gonna get that twerp you hang around with to fight me or something? I’ll take him down just like I always do. If he doesn’t leave you alone, I’ll cave his stupid face in.”

That had made her mad enough to charge him and push him as hard as she could, but her magic failed her and he only stumbled back slightly with a laugh. That’s when she took off running down the path towards the shack. She though maybe I’d she could get there, maybe Mabel would let her hide somewhere or tell Jesse off, then Stan wouldn’t have to fight him. But of course, her friend was waiting in the yard for her like he often did. Her previous plan is forgotten and she runs for him instead, gasping that Jesse was chasing her as she ducked behind Stan, which provided little cover since he was only a bit taller than her. But she couldn’t deny she did feel safer behind him, though that safe feeling is tangling up with her fear of seeing him hurt.

She helplessly tugs on his shirt, hoping he’ll just run with her, but he’s got a new sort of resolve that she can almost feel radiating off of him. She’s rooted to the spot in fear as Jesse advances and she thinks maybe she should scream, surely Mabel of Stanford or maybe even Maria or Dan would hear her and come running but before she can do anything, Stan’s launched himself forward. She’s about to scream for him to stop but then she sees the spurt of blood, hears the sickening crack of something in the bully’s face breaking.

Her hands fly to her mouth, eyes wide as she watched the bloody brute of a boy away on the spot before falling to a heap in the dirt. She looks from the collapsed boy to her friend, finally seeing the brassy bits of metal (now flecked with blood) on his hands.

She stares at Stan, her face drained of all color. She finally drops her hands from her still open mouth to speak when another voice can be heard, shouting as he ran from the front of the shack.

“Stan, Aggie!” Stanford called, “I was watching from the window, wh-“ He skids to a stop. He takes in the sight of his friend standing there as white as a ghost, his twin brother flecked with blood and armed with brass knuckles that’s he’s never seen before, and local bully Jesse Stonewall unconscious and bloodied on the ground.

**still in relativity falls hell of course but I’m thinking about the subsequent summers after 2012 and how these two little creatures deal with growing up

**Especially that time period where Stan wore his glasses and had braces, peak awkward teen era, I love to think about that silly time for him

**And the fact is that Aggie’s crush on him is so strong that even when he’s at this peak awkward phase she is still fully smitten with him is CUTE I don’t CARE if it’s cringe have you ever been 14/15?? The heart wants what it wants even if he has braces

**I also think it contrasts nicely with the fact that puberty is pretty kind to Aggie, she’s sort of at her prettiest when she’s in her early to mid teens. She’s still something of a weird kid who isn’t afraid to hit people who bug her so she still isn’t all that popular but she’s definitely got a few more sets of eyes looking at her, and she still has to beat back stupid and persistent Jesse Stonewall back with a stick. She still only has eyes for her cross the country bestie 😭

**I think about their dynamic a normal amount I swear

Edit: I wanted to talk about a couple little details on Aggie

**Canon Aggie pretty much always wears a locket that’s magical in origin that contains photos of Bobby, Olive, and a very small piece of bluish glass. RF Aggie wears one that is ordinary but it has a picture of her and her Ma in one side and a picture of her and the friends she made in summer 2012 in the other (The Stans and Fidds) She always wears it, well into her late teens and probably into adulthood too. It’s got some little charms on it to keep it from breaking or getting lost.

**the friendship bracelets are actually ones she made with her friends names on them so even when they all go back to where they’re all from she can still have them around in a way. She gets REALLY lonely after they all* leave :(

**back on my work doodle bullshit