omggg thank u ;w;

hm ok let me whip something up, sorry if it sucks, i’m gonna try to keep it pretty short and sweet and adequately awkward :’D

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"So," Norman dropped his stuff off in Dipper and Mabel’s room, at the foot of Dipper’s bed. Mabel was away for the night with Candy and Grenda, so the boys could have the room to themselves and not have to worry about Mabel overhearing any embarrassing conversations.

"So?" Dipper inquired.

"What do you want to do first? I brought some movies, we could, y’know, like, watch them or something."

"Okay, sounds good, movies are good. What did you bring?" Dipper hopped up onto his bed, kicking his legs over the side.

"Uhh…" Norman rifled through his backpack, pulling out a stack of DVDs. “Attack of the Brain-Eating Zombies, Zombies Versus Strippers (not to be confused with Zombie Strippers, which I also brought) Undead Massacre, Night of the Nazi Zombie Attack, Reanimated: The Animation, Came Back Wrong, Super Ultra Shark Versus Mega Turbo Robot, aaand… The Notebook."

"Wow, that’s… quite a selection."

Norman nodded. “Yeah, they’re all pretty good."

"Let’s do something else though."

"Like what?"

Dipper shrugged. “I dunno, like, maybe we could take a walk in the woods or something? There’s some creepy stuff out there."

Norman squinted. “I’ve had enough creepy stuff in Blithe Hollow, I’d rather keep it to the movies if I can."

"Well, I mean, Gravity Falls really isn’t much better, so I mean…"

"Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hey, I brought an ouija board too, wanna try that?"

Dipper sucked in air through his teeth. “I dunno, man, I hear those things are pretty bad news."

"I guess."

Both boys fell silent. “Let’s watch the Ultra Shark one." Dipper spoke up.

uhhhh that would be pretty short but i’ll see what i can do?? uh

also sorry if it sucks :’D

"So, do you wanna get something to eat after this?" Dipper asked. A glint from the bushes just outside the pool’s perimeter caught Norman’s eye.

"What’s that?"

"You know, like, food?"

"No, that." Norman pointed at the glittering object. He stood from the pool’s edge and made his way across the patio to retrieve it. He eased his hand through a hole in the chain-link fence and pulled out the bottle from the shrub. It looked like there was something inside…

"That must be from Mermando."

"Mermando?"

"Yeah, there was a merman stuck in the pool last summer. Me and Mabel helped him get back to his family." Dipper grinned wryly.

"That’s pretty cool."

"Yeah, it was."

"Hey, is that from Mermando?" Mabel ran up, snatching the bottle from Dipper’s hands. She quickly pulled the cork out with her teeth and tapped the rolled-up paper out, tossing the bottle away.

Dipper frowned, “Mabel, that’s littering."

"Whoops, my bad!"

"What does the note say?"

Mabel uncurled the paper and her eyes scanned over the message. “Mermando says he and his family are still doing fine. And he says thanks again for saving him, Dipper."

"Yeah…" Dipper rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s great."

"Hey, Dipper, remember when you had to ki—"

Dipper smacked a hand over his sister’s mouth. “Mabel!" He objected, shooting a cautious glance in Norman’s direction.

"What?" the dark-haired medium inquired.

"Nothing! It’s nothing." Dipper insisted, glaring at his twin.

She smacked his hand away, and blurted out, “Dipper kissed Mermando to save him, y’know! Isn’t that hilarious?"

Dipper’s face turned fire-engine red. Norman offered an awkward smile.