Flame King here, And I just wanna say THANK YOU FOR 1.3K READS OHH THIS FEELS SO GOOD I LOVE MAKING THIS. I'll do my best to make this story likable. Again thank you guys I couldn't have done this without you amazing people.

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"... and that's where you come in, Number Three," Dipper said as drew a "3" on the new clone's patchless letterman.

"Sounds fun," Dipper-clone said with a smirk. "But I want my own name too."

"Okay..." Dipper said thoughtfully. "So, third Dipper, the number three... Um, Jason?" it was a name Dipper thought was cool

The clone sighed. "Fine, fine. Jason, for now. But we're coming up with something better later."

"Okay, cool," Dipper said with a shrug.

"... Hey," Jason said, "I just thought of something."

"I think I just thought of the same thing," Dipper responded. "What if something else goes wrong?"

"Stan could come back in and find you," Jason said.

"Yeah, that could be an issue," Dipper said with a nod of agreement. "We need someone to keep him out of the way."

Both Dippers glanced at the copier.

"Let's make this easy on us and name this one Quattro, okay?" Jason said.

"Sure." OG Dipper said

Not much Later

Dipper stepped out into the dance room again. He hurried through a crowd of people, obscuring him from view so no one would notice a second him coming out of the same hallway a few seconds later. 

Dipper weaved between the various patrons, who were all cheering about something. He wasn't sure what about, but he didn't really care at the moment. He made his way to the DJ stand, glancing around the room as he did. Stan was being lead off by a dollar bill on a fishing line (that SERIOUSLY worked? that meant Stan wasn't as smart as he was made out to be. Okay then...). And with a quick look out the window, he saw Jason biking away. Perfect.

At that, Dipper stepped up next to Soos, and whispered something in his ear.

"Dudes," Soos announced over the music, "would the owner of a silver and red dirt bike please report outside. It is being stolen right now."

"Wait, WHAT?!" Robbie exclaimed in a panic, leaping up from the couch.

Dipper smiled at the sight of the overly edgy longed nosed teen running off.

"I feel bad for him" Dipper said trying to control his happiness while trying to keep his cool

"Now we're gonna bring it down for a minute," Soos said into the microphone. "Dudes,and Ladies. Now's the time."

"Oh snap, I love this song," Wendy said as she began swaying in her seat to the music.

Dipper smiled, and sat on the arm of the couch. He looked around the room, checking for Stan. He didn't see his great uncle, but he did notice his sister. She seemed a little short on breath, and was hanging with a few girls he'd never seen before (he also felt that the blonde one who walked away was weird). When Mabel caught his eye, she gave him a thumbs up, and Dipper nodded. He looked back at Wendy and...

Well he... totally choked

"U-Um SORRY WENDY I GOTTA CHECK THE TICKETS" Dipper said as he ran off.

Obviously he didn't go to the ticket stand, but leaned on a wall out of sight of Wendy. What was wrong with him? he was one of the coolest people in the town, but he couldn't talk to a girl who was as cool as him?

Dipper then hit his head on the wall. "Stupid! all you had to do is start a conversation with Wendy" He exclaimed sadly, Why? Why couldn't he just sit and talk to Wendy? Why did the idea of doing that scare him so much?

Dipper pulled out his phone and dialed up the last number he'd talked to.

"Tyrone?" Dipper asked as his clone answered the phone.

"What's up, Dipper?" Tyrone asked.

"Any word from Jason or Quattro?" Dipper asked quickly.

"No," Tyrone said, picking up on his double's nervous energy and in his double's voice. "Saw Quattro lead Stan out of the Shack a bit ago, but that's it. Is everything okay? You don't sound to good."

"... I don't know what to do," Dipper said. "Every time I try talking to Wendy, I just... just freeze!"

"You just have to do it," Tyrone said bluntly.

"It isn't that easy!" Dipper exclaimed.

"Do you need help?" Tyrone asked. "Quattro's got Stan distracted, so I could-"

"No," Dipper said, trying to calm his racing heart. "No, you're an exact copy of me. You'll just have the same problems I am. I can do it. I just need to stay calm, stay rational. If I do that I can figure this out."

Tyrone hummed, thinking the statement over. "... Alright, but let me know if there's anything I can do."

"Got it," Dipper responded, before hanging up.

Dipper put his phone away, and did some slow breaths. Once he had steadied his rapid heartbeat, the boy thought about his options. What could he do? Brief thoughts of offering to dance with Wendy dashed through his mind, but he just as swiftly cast them aside. It was more important to figure out if she even had any interest in him first, (especially if she' 3 years older then him).But for now he needed to leave those goal for later.

His plan was to talk with her. Simple on paper, proving difficult in reality. So what could make things easier? Conversational topics. Yes, if Dipper actually planned out a general idea of what he would say that would probably help. 

But what to talk about? Something he knew Wendy had an interest in, so the conversation wouldn't be a drag. Well, at the end of the whole ghost store  ordeal she had left an open invitation for them to hang out more. 

Maybe bring that up. That would allow for a simple conversation starter while also potentially getting him another chance to hang with Wendy. And if she wanted to hang out, he could then ask what she'd want to do, with the legitimate excuse of not knowing all the things to do in Gravity Falls. Thus, Wendy would then be doing most of the talking, taking some of the pressure off of Dipper's very serious social anxiety.

From there... he could try getting the conversation to move to a place where he could ask about Wendy's feelings for him, but he was starting to get the feeling that wouldn't pan out well tonight. Probably best to save that for their next hang out time. Getting to know Wendy a little better and spending more time with her would probably help the question seem less out of left field, anyway. So just, talk with Wendy, plan next hang out time, and enjoy the rest of the night. Alright, that was a game plan. Now all he had to do was go back to the couch and-

Dipper rounded the corner to head back to the dance floor, but  then bumped right into Wendy in the hallway.

"Oh, hey man," Wendy greeted. "What's up? Ticket guy doing okay?"

'Shit this is not how I wanted it to go' Dipper thought. how was he supposed to start a conversation like this? And just like that Dipper forgot every plan he'd just made.

being in love sucks hard...

"U-um, yeah..." Dipper stuttered out. "Yeah, he's doing good. Heard from him Stan ran off a while ago, s-so uh, we're probably good."

"Nice," Wendy said with a nod. "Free to party hardy all night!"

Dipper swallowed uncomfortably. "S-so... what are you, ah... W-what are you doing here? I-I mean, wouldn't you rather be out on the dance floor?"

"Just waiting for the bathroom," Wendy said, gesturing to the closed restroom door. Well this was gonna be a real awkward talk, who talks while waiting for the bathroom? that's like talking to the person who's in the next stall.

"So hey," Wendy said, cutting off Dipper's stressed thoughts, "let's say everyone at this party gets stuck on a desert island. Who do you think the leader would be?"

"I, uh..." Dipper mumbled, unsure about the random topic.

"I think I'd go with this lunatic," Wendy said, pointing to a short, sweaty muscle man frantically dancing near the edge of the crowd, how much can one guy sweat?.

Dipper smiled, unable to repress a snicker at the thought. "... I'd probably go for Stretch arm strong over there. 'Cause tall people like him can reach coconuts"

Wendy chuckled at the tall guy in question, doing the moonwalk.

"Speaking of tall, wanna see something?" Wendy asked.

Dipper nodded, and Wendy reached into her back pocket. She pulled out her wallet and flipped it open, showing a picture she had in the item. Dipper saw three young boys with the same red hair as Wendy. There was a fourth person standing next to the three, but Wendy had her thumb over the last person's face.

"Those are my brothers," Wendy explained, "and I'm..."

Wendy lifted her thumb, revealing a younger version of herself. This younger Wendy was very tall for her age, had pigtails that even with his apparent cherry-colored love goggles on Dipper just couldn't find attractive, extremely uncomfortable looking braces, and poorly fitting clothes that spoke of one going through a train of puberty. 

Dipper was very glad for his default deadpan expression, since it helped him keep any reactions off his face. What reaction it would've been he wasn't sure, but he knew it would've been embarrassing.

"Boooop," Wendy said. "Pre-teen Freakazoid."

"It's not that bad," Dipper said. "At least you grew out of that..." 'you're beautiful now' for now Dipper would keep those thoughts to himself

"Wait what do you mean grown out of it?" Wendy said with confusion 

Dipper went silent for a minute, He had said too much. Still, Wendy had shown him an embarrassing photo of herself. It was only fair he show something in return.

Dipper lifted his always hanging down bangs, showing Wendy for the first time a view of his forehead. Wendy's eyes widen real big when she saw the shape of a particular constellation.

"That's the Big Dipper!" Wendy said, gasping at the unexpected sight.

"Sometimes kids used to make fun of my birthmark before I started wearing my bangs down," Dipper said. "It was one of the many reasons I got into so many fights as a kid."

"So it's a birthmark?" Wendy asked. "I saw bits of it before, but I just thought it was some kinda acne or whatever. Birthmark is way cooler though." 

"eh you're probably the only one besides my sister who thinks that" Dipper said shrugging

Wendy's eyes suddenly widened in realization, and she slapped her hand against her head. " That's how you got your nickname! I thought your parents just hated you or something."

'I mean sometimes it feels like they hate us' Dipper thought with a slight scowl

The remark had only been meant as a joke, but Wendy noticed Dipper's easy expression darken as she said it. It was only then that she realized that she'd never heard Dipper or Mabel ever discuss their parents.

"ah I didn't mean it like that Dip," Wendy said looking down at wooden floor "Is it a bad topic"

Dipper cursed in his head. Of course, just when he's having a good time, THEY have to ruin it.

"Hey man, if you don't wanna talk about it's cool," Wendy said, trying to ease the feelings she'd accidentally stirred up.

"No, no," Dipper answered. "It's fine. It's just, my parents are a very sore subject for me and Mabel."

"Do you... want to talk about it?" Wendy asked hesitantly.

Dipper thought for a minute. Did he really feel like ranting about his mother? Dad never did anything wrong and Dipper really felt like his dad loved his family since he worked extra hours.

But that also could be because of all of the "mystery bruises" he came back with after a aguement with Dipper's Mom.

Now Dipper's Mom, Well we'll talk about her at a later time

"Nah Wendy, well not at this party as least but don't worry I'll tell you in due time" Dipper said, cracking a small smile

"Hey."

Dipper felt a hand rest on his shoulder, and turned to see Wendy giving him a heartwarming smile.

"I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me that, someday" Wendy said.

Dipper couldn't, despite his best efforts, push back the genuine smile that grew on his face.

Little did they know a certain (probably fake) Blonde had heard almost everything Dipper and Wendy had said. This girl now realized that Dipper was the boy who was seemingly naked in the woods.

She thought about telling her friends about it, but they would think she's crazy. Besides her friends thought that the boy with the letterman was pretty cute.

At that, the door to the bathroom burst open, and a blonde girl Dipper hadn't seen before breezed past them to the dance floor. 

"Welp, nature calls," Wendy said as she stepped into the restroom. "Nice talking to ya, Dip. Do it again sometime?"

"Sure, why not" Dipper said, managing to suppress his smile this time.

"Cool," Wendy said, shutting the door.

At that, Dipper speed-walked away, trying to put as much distance as he could between himself and the redhead. He made it to the crowded party room, and dashed to the concessions stand. 

In the back of his mind he heard some voice singing Bad, but at the moment he was way too frazzled to care about what was going on. He quickly swiped a couple of Pit Colas before dashing off to the roof ladder. He climbed up to the rooftop and moved over to the hangout spot Wendy had set up.

With a sigh, Dipper sat on the edge of the elevation. He cracked open a can of soda and took a long drink from it. What had he done?

"Some night, huh?"

Dipper turned around and saw Tyrone walking over to him.

"People stopped showing, and Stan hadn't come back," Tyrone explained as he sat next to his original, grabbing his own can. "What happened?"

Dipper let out a long exhale. "I did something really dumb, but it might've worked out well. I don't know."                                                                

Dipper told his double what he would've told Wendy if he didn't want  her to think he's a weirdo.

    "Eh that might have been good for now but it might make  trust problems in the future" Tyrone said                                                                       

"Fair enough," Dipper retorted. "But I don't know, man.Wendy might actually like us, as us. The good and the bad. "

"Becoming optimistic are we?" Tyrone asked,grinning. That earned him a playful slug in the arm. "I don't know, if what you said was true, then that's pretty promising. But still-"

"Wendy's three years older than us," Dipper interjected. "Even if we did start dating, if we actually stayed together eventually she'd be an adult going out with a teenager, which in some states in illegal. And that's ignoring the fact that we have to go home once summer's over, and probably won't ever get to see her again."

"Damn. when you put it like that, It feels like we should avoid Wendy. I know that I'm just a copy of you but still I felt that on a personal level"Tyrone said almost sadly

Both boys let out a long sigh, not overjoyed by the cons of the situation.

"... Do you really think we even have a chance with her?" Dipper asked.

"I don't know," Tyrone answered. "Realistically, I'd have to say hell no. But how's the saying go?"

"'Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,'" Dipper quoted. "Think that's really true?"

"Maybe?" Tyrone said with a shrug. "Only one way to find out,."

Dipper smirked at that, and nodded.

"To finding out," the boy said, raising his can.

"Yea" Tyrone responded, meeting the toast with his own can.

Both Dippers took a long drink from their cans, when suddenly their eyes both widened.

"Oh boy," Tyrone said as he stared at his now melting stomach. "Don't look now."

"Tyrone!" Dipper exclaimed sadly as he watched himself disappear right before his eyes, watching his double began to turn into a   pinkish reddish puddle.

"It's okay, I had a good run," Tyrone said, his legs were gone. "Remember what we talked about. And quit being such a wimp around Wendy. For my sake..."

And with that, Tyrone was nothing more than a mess of bubbling liquid.

Dipper let out a breath. It wasn't every day you saw yourself die. In silence, Dipper extended his arm and poured out the rest of his drink where Tyrone had once been, honoring the memory of... himself...

Man,this town is weird.

Dipper made his way back down into the Shack. It seemed the party was over, with everyone having cleared out. Well, except Mabel, who was still dancing with the two girls from earlier. Soos was still playing around with his DJ keyboard, and Stan was back, counting all the money he'd made throughout the night. And Wendy...

Dipper smiled, seeing Wendy leaning against one of the walls, nodding her head to the song playing. She was still there.

Dipper took in a deep breath.

Time to do it.

"Dipper! Where have you been?" Mabel called at her brother. "Meet my girlfriends!"

Well, maybe after checking with his sister.

After all, the night was still young.

Earlier on the dance floor

Mabel looked out over the crowd of dancers. She had to give her grunkle props, the party was looking pretty fun. Mabel felt a smile spread across her face as she viewed all those people. So many new friends! Possibly even... besties? Let the squeeing commence!

"Yadda dee, yada doo, yada doo," Stan hummed as he strolled up behind his great niece. "Can your uncle throw a party or what?"

Mabel gave a giddy nod as her response, smile still stretching wide.

"And if anyone wants to leave, I'm charging an exit fee of 15 bucks!" Stan added.

Mabel was so happy she didn't even care about her grunkle's money grubbing. Not able to wait any longer, the girl dashed down the stairs and joined the crowd in dancing. She arrived just as Soos swapped the music from a generic but catchy EDM beat to the Cupid Shuffle.

' Aw yeah! ' Mabel thought. ' This is my jam! '

Mabel glanced around at the other party-goers, enjoying seeing them dance. As she walked around, she noticed a furiously dancing sweaty man shorter than herself. She laughed  at the sight, as well as at a really tall guy with the most intense expression as he went through the dance steps robotically. She figured he was trying to make sure he didn't mess up any of the steps, but even with all his focus he still stumbled a lot. 

Or maybe it was because of his intense focus that he kept messing up. Mabel always found she danced better when she didn't think about moves that much and just went with the rhythm. Or, like then, she knew the moves so well that doing them was essentially just muscle memory. If you get into it enough, then even mistakes look intentional.

Eventually the song ended, and Mabel stepped off the dancefloor to the side. She wiped the bits of sweat off her forehead, stepping toward some seats to the rhythm of the new song playing.

"Go, go!" Mabel called to the crowd of people still dancing. "work it!"

Mabel swiped a water bottle from the concessions table, and found a open chair. She sat and cracked open the bottle, sipping some water from it. She wasn't particularly thirsty, but it was important to keep hydrated at times like these.

Screwing back on the bottle's lid, Mabel glanced next to her and noticed two girls sitting next to her. They each looked to be about her age, if she had to guess. The one right next to her was fairly stocky in her build, and the other was much smaller. Mabel might've considered the girls' appearances more, but something much more important caught her attention. Namely, the lizard resting on the bigger girl's shoulder.

This isn't what the characters are doing, I just wanted to share this fanart with you guys

"Wow!" Mabel said, marveling at the sight. "You've got an animal on your body! I'm Mabel."

In retrospect, not her smoothest introduction, but it would do.

"Hi, I'm Grenda," the bigger girl said with her surprisingly deep voice. "This is Candy."

The smaller girl, apparently named Candy, waved at Mabel. It was then that Mabel noticed that Candy had plastic forks taped to the tips of her fingers. And her thumbs. Did thumbs count as fingers? Not the point.

"Why do you have forks taped to your fingers?" Mabel asked.

As an answer, Candy stuck her hand into the bowl of popcorn Grenda had been eating from. When she removed her hand, Mabel gained an awed smile when she saw popcorn stuck to the forks.

"Improvement of human being," Candy said in a soft and accented voice.

At that, Grenda's lizard stuck its head out and swiped a piece of popcorn from one of Candy's forks. The two girls laughed at the sight, and Mabel joined in with a happy giggle. Candy and Grenda seemed nice, quirky, and random. Exactly Mabel's kind of people.

The current song ended, and Soos tapped the DJ mic to get everyone's attention. "Remember dudes, who ever, um..."

Soos paused to reread that section of his DJ instruction book.

"... 'Party hardest gets the Party Crown! Most applause at the end of the night wins!"

"Wow!" Candy and Grenda both said as Soos displayed the crown for the crowd to see.

"Party Crown?"

Mabel turned to look where the voice had come from. She saw another girl her age walk to the front of the crowd. This (probably fake) blonde girl had two other girls as her entourage, and Mabel noted that everyone crowding around her and her groupies moved out of the way instantly.

"I'll take that, thank you very much!" the blonde said as she reached Soos' DJ board.

"... Who's that?" Mabel asked, her ever-present smile vanishing for the first time that night.

"The most popular and rich girl in town," Candy explained. "Pacifica Northwest."

"I always feel bad about myself around her..." Grenda grumbled uncomfortably.

Yep, that was pretty much what Mabel had been expecting. She'd encountered many girls like that before in school. They were always the ones that made fun of her looks, or her lack of make up and fancy clothes, or her history of fights. 

Mabel repressed the growing urge to go over and yank the stuck up girl away from the crown and tell her to work for it like the rest of them. She was hoping to make friends at this party, not broadcast her violent tendencies to every kid in town.

"I can't just give you the crown," Soos said awkwardly. "It's sort of a competition thing."

"Honestly, who's gonna compete against me?" Pacifica asked, laughing as she surveyed the crowd. "Fork girl? Lizard lady?"

"Hold me, Candy!" Grenda cried as she hugged the smaller girl.

"Our kind isn't welcome here!" Candy exclaimed sadly as she met the embrace.

Mabel glared at the blonde girl. No way she was letting this slide. Mabel stormed over to the DJ booth, managing to put her friendliest face on just as everyone noticed her.

"Hey, I'll compete!" Mabel declared loudly in the most upbeat voice that she could. 

Dipper watched what happened from the sidelines and thought 'I ain't getting involved or prying Mabel off that Blonde girl when she snaps'

Candy and Grenda, along with a few people in the crowd, gasped at the sight of someone openly defying the popular girl. Even her two musketeers couldn't hide their surprise. Th (probably fake) blonde managed to keep a straight face, but even she was wondering what was going on. No one in Gravity Falls would dare challenge a Northwest, so who was this random girl with terrible color coordination that thought she could?

"I'm Mabel," the girl said, introducing herself.

Pacifica gave her apparent opponent a once over, unimpressed eyebrow raised the whole time. "That sounds like a fat old lady's name."

"I'll take that as a compliment!" Mabel said, pointedly swallowing any comeback she had.

... Pacifica had to give Mabel credit, she hadn't expected a response like that.

"May the best partier win," Pacifica said as menacingly as she could before walking up to Soos to request her first song.

"Nice meeting you!" Mabel called to the blonde before dropping the pleasantries and returning to Candy and Grenda. " She's. going. down. "

After hearing Pacifica's song choice, Soos tapped the mic again. "Okay dudes, listen up! There'll be three rounds. Each round, both contestants will pick a song and karaoke it like nobody's business! Whoever gets the most applause after all three rounds wins the Party Crown, and uh... Everlasting glory? I guess? And because Pacifica is the challenged, she gets to go first! ...Right? That is how this goes, isn't it...?"

"Pablo," Pacifica snapped. "We get it. Start my song already."

Soos grimaced at the blonde, before grinning again. "Let the battle for the Party Crown begin! and it's Soo's"

Pacifica began tapping her foot as the background vocals of her song kicked in, her shoulders starting to bounce a bit. Her smug smile grew wider and wider, as she knew people would be cheering loud after this one. She took a breath just before her part started, and began singing.

" All the single ladies~

(All the single ladies)

All the single ladies~

(All the single ladies)

All the single ladies~

(All the single ladies)

All the single ladies~

Now put your hands up~

Up in the club, just broke up~

I'm doing my own little thing~

You decided to dip and now you wanna trip~

'Cause another brother noticed me~

I'm up on him, he up on me~

Don't pay him any attention~

'Cause I cried my tears for three good years~

You can't be mad at me~

'Cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it~

If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it~

Don't be mad once you see that he want it~

If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it~

Oh, oh, oh~

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~ "

Mabel grumbled as she sat in her seat. ' Damn, how am I supposed to follow up  a classic Beyonce? '

Mabel had hoped Pacifica was one of those spoiled girls that had always told she was good at everything without earning the praise. It wasn't like Pacifica could win American Idol or anything,( absolutely not)  But she did actually have a pretty good voice. And it wasn't like Mabel herself was the the greatest singer ever. 

She could carry a tune pretty well, but she wasn't that confident in out-singing Pacifica. Maybe it had been a bit impulsive to agree to this challenge without any knowledge of her opponent. This is why Dipper was the tactical one.

Mabel had a lightbulb moment.

What would Dipper do in a situation like this? He'd come up with some kind of plan, obviously. And maybe Mabel could do the same. She just had to think like her brother.

... And do it fast, since Pacifica just finished the second chorus.

Okay, so the crowd seemed to really like Beyonce. Makes sense. Maybe Mabel could do another one of her songs? No, no, Single Ladies is one of her most popular. Anything else would likely be considered a step down. Not to mention unoriginal, since Mabel would just be following up Pacifica's song. So why not something completely different? Pacifica chose a fairly recent pop song, so maybe Mabel could do something older? A big hit from back in the day, perhaps? One big enough to still be really popular.

Mabel's eyes widened. ' Perfect! '

" Ohhhhh~ " Pacifica finished, casting her cocky smirk across the audience.

Applause rang out through the crowd, and Soos raised his left arm, measuring the audience's response.

"A good start from Pacifica," the DJ announced. "But look out! Here comes Mabel!"

Pacifica scoffed as she passed off the mic to Mabel. The blonde gave a smug look as she passed her opponent.

' Top that, rift raft, ' Pacifica thought, as she smirked. ' Let's see if you can even sing. '

Mabel smiled back, and skipped up to Soos. She whispered her song request, and he nodded. Mabel asked something else, and Pacifica saw her trade Soos the hand mic for one worn over the ear. Mabel put on the mic, made sure it was fastened on right, and took to the front area, a genuinely happy grin on her face. Pacifica looked at her skeptically What could possibly follow up Beyonce?

Then the music started, and Pacifica cursed loudly in her head.

Mabel began shuffling her feet to the music, noting with glee that several people in the crowd had already started cheering. Some were even howling along to the background noises. Mabel smiled, doing the dance moves she knew by heart as she prepared for her lines to come up. And when they did...

~Words fall out of my mouth
They drift to the ground
And they don't make a sound
I'll try to assemble them back
To the place in my head
But I fear that I lack The proper speak that I need
To narrate the scene
To tell you these things
The proper place for my thoughts
I know I'm not and you not that I'm not So clear and transparent
Well, I'll try but I can't promise it
So dark but delicate
Well I'm rough around the edges and
Down but I'm not, no I'm not ready
And you can try to smooth me down
But I'm not ready to forget
You can try to smooth me down~

Pacifica was fuming with anger. The entire crowd was singing along (badly), and several were trying to do the dance (very badly). But Mabel was doing the dance, and doing it well. The blonde ignored the rise of jealousy that sprouted up at the sight of her opponent's dancing skills. Pacifica had never been that great at any dancing that wasn't in a ballroom.

~Smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down

Take back all that I've said
I've said it before and I'll say it again
It's not like me to pretend
That the best part of me is the worst I can give
But you make me so terrified
I tried to reply but I'm shaking inside
You gave me a tongue just to tie
I'll swallow my pride if you swear not to lie

Hard to read and hard to speak to
But don't take my word
'Cause I'm honestly so bored of being
Misunderstood
I'm not So clear and transparent

Well I'll try but I can't promise it
So dark but delicate
Well I'm rough around the edges and
Down but I'm not, no I'm not
And you can try to smooth me down
But I'm not ready to forget

You can try to smooth me down~ 

But Mabel looked like she had been pulled straight out of the music video. Her singing wasn't as good as Pacifica's, but that was the deal for someone singing and dancing. And her performance was getting way more of a response than Pacifica had, and the song wasn't even over.

Mabel reached the end of her dance routine, and stood stationary as the lyrics shifted to the end 

Down but I'm not, no I'm not

~You can try to smooth me down
But I'm not ready to forget
You can try to smooth me down 
You can try to smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down
You can try to smooth me down~

You can try to smooth me down

Mabel took a playful bow, and the audience all clapped enthusiastically. Soos measured her applause with his right hand, and it raised as high as Pacifica's had.

"And Mabel comes out strong!" Soos declared. "But let's see what Pacifica has for that!"

Pacifica stood, glaring at the brunette girl as she stepped down and went back to her freaky friends. The blonde had assumed that the dorky new girl would just embarrass herself next to the awesomeness that was Pacifica Northwest. But no, she really was trying to win.

Pacifica pushed down the voice in the back of her mind that told her to step up her game or Mabel might actually win.

She was a Northwest. And a Northwest absolutely never, under ANY circumstances, ever loses.

' Alright, Old-Lady-Name ,' Pacifica thought. ' You wanna go for real? Let's go for real. 

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend

You're so fine, I want you mine, you're so delicious
I think about you all the time, you're so addictive
Don't you know what I can do to make you feel all right?Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious
And hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess
I can tell you like me too, and you know I'm right

She's like, so whatever
You can do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend

I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away, I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time, again and again
So come over here and tell me what I wanna hear
Better yet, make your girlfriend disappear
I don't wanna hear you say her name ever again
And again, and again, and again, 'cause

She's like, so whatever
And you can do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend

In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend
No way, no way

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend
No way, no way

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your girlfriend
No way, no way Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your girlfriend
No way, no way, hey, hey

Pacifica opened her eyes, expecting the cheering crowds she clearly deserved. She was shocked to see that she had even less applause than for her first song. A few people were clapping enthusiastically, but the majority were just looking at her awkwardly. 

She shot them the meanest glare she could muster, and got several more people clapping, but it was noticeably less than she'd gotten her first time. But in some form of consolation, if Pacifica couldn't get much applause from singing such a popular song, there was no way Mabel was going to get any.

"I used to be able to sing like that, before my voice changed..." Grenda said to herself.

"Pacifica pulls ahead!" Soos announced. "But can she keep the lead?"

"Try and top that!" Pacifica said to Mabel as she handed the mic back to Soos. "Oh, and Grenda, by the way, you sound like a professional wrestler."

"I WANNA PUT HER IN A HEADLOCK AND MAKE HER FEEL PAIN!" Grenda violently (did you know you could add violent to anything) exclaimed.

Mabel could sympathise, but she put a hand on the big girl's shoulder. "It's not over 'til it's over, sister! Watch this."

Mabel dashed up onto the stage, secured her headset back on and looked at the DJ.

"Soos!" she yelled. "Give me the 80s-ist, crowd pleasing-ist, rock ballad song you got!"

"You got it, dude!" Soos said with a nod as he turned on the chosen song.

Mabel smiled as the song picked up. Exactly the song she'd been thinking of. The soft music started up, and soon Mabel began singing.

" Just a small town girl~

Livin' in a lonely world~

She took the midnight train goin' anywhere~

Just a city boy~

Born and raised in South Detroit~

He took the midnight train goin' anywhere~ "

Pacifica scowled at the sight of the crowd singing along. Seriously? They loved all these old people songs, but not the modern classics Pacifica had chosen? Her last song had been number one on the Top 50 chart for the last five weeks, for crying out loud! Did these people have no taste!?

" Don't stop believin'~

Hold on to that feelin~

Streetlight people~

Don't stop believin'~

Hold on~

Streetlight people~

Don't stop believin'~

Hold on to that feelin'~

Streetlight people~ "

Mabel smiled at the crowd, and saw them clapping and cheering. She felt a disappointment growing when she realized she wasn't getting as much applause as her first song. In fact, she was pretty sure Pacifica's death glare had gotten more of a response, if only slightly. Soos' hand measuring the applause confirmed it, Mabel had fallen behind Pacifica.

"And Pacifica manages to stay ahead!" Soos announced. "We'll break for fifteen minutes before starting the final round. You'd better bring your best girl-dudes, it's still anyone's game!"

Mabel saw the blonde smirking victoriously at her, but the brunette could see past Pacifica's fairly bad poker face. Both girls were anxious about their last songs. They glared at each other, trying to show their confidence while Soos announced that a bike was being stolen. Pacifica finally broke the stare and stepped away, walking toward the bathroom. Mabel sat back with Candy and Grenda panting slightly.

"Are you okay, Mabel?" Candy asked.

"Yep," Mabel said. "Little winded."

"You're doing really good," Grenda insisted. "You just need a great song to finish her off!"

Mabel nodded, glancing around to view the crowd before her. She saw the people slow dancing to the new song Soos put on, and even spotted Dipper sitting next to Wendy on the couch. She shot her brother a thumbs up, before thinking about her options.

So, her last song didn't do as well as she'd hoped. She'd need to pull out all the stops to win this time. She was tired during the last song, so she didn't do any dance moves that time. That had been a mistake, enabling Pacifica to take advantage of her better voice. Fortunately, Mabel had cool down time before the last round, so she could go all out with her next routine. But what song should she sing? Her initial song was well received, so maybe more Michael Jackson? No, she'd tried redoing her initial success with Journey, and that hadn't worked. She needed something totally different. Something softer, more personal perhaps? But still energetic enough to dance to. Also probably want it to be more modern. The 80s couldn't solve all her problems. But what could she do...?

Mabel grinned.

She had an idea.

In the  bathroom and No were not gonna perv on (probably fake) blondy

Pacifica growled, gripping the sides of the sink in frustration. Why was she still competing? Mabel should've realized her place by now and run off, crying with her freaky friends. And yet she was still there, with her fake optimism, under the stupid delusion that she could win.

Just a stupid delusion.

Pacifica glared at herself in the mirror. Okay fine, Mabel was good. She couldn't hold a candle to Pacifica's voice, and yet she was still in the competition. She was still keeping up, despite clearly being out of her league. They loved her for some reason.

What to do? As much as she believed she couldn't possibly lose... No, she couldn't take any chances. Her next song had to be perfect. Old lady Mabel thought she could beat PACIFICA NORTHWEST with her old-people songs? She thought those tired out tunes could beat the best songs of the current millennia? Fine then. Pacifica would show her that a Northwest can do anything the best, even sing retro songs.

Pacifica's mind flashed up memories of her home. On nights when she was little and her parents had a late business meeting, or more often a party she wasn't old enough to go to. She would not lose tonight.

"One more song each, dudes," Soos announced, "and then it's time for the bestowing of the party crown."

Mabel jogged over to the blonde before she got on stage, smiling at her opponent.

"Pacifica," the brunette said, "I just wanna say that whoever wins, it's been a super fun party."

The blonde's teeth clenched at the statement. Even now, Mabel just had to be nice, didn't she?

"Awwww, it thinks it's gonna win," Pacifica jeered, regaining her haughty superiority. "Hey, did you hear that? People clapping for the weird girls? Yeah, me neither."

Pacifica smirked at the frown Mabel gained, before turning to the stage.

The blonde grabbed the mic and Soos queued up her song. Pacifica loosened her shoulders a bit, and she started singing.

Your skin is warm like an oven,
Your kiss is sugary sweet
Your fingers feel like cotton when you put your arms around me
I feel like I'm just missing something whenever you leave
You've got all the ingredients
Except you loving me
And respectfully I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard
While you walk away with the frosting of my heart
So I'm taking back what's mine, you'll miss
The slice of heaven that I gave to you last night You smell just like vanilla, you taste like buttercream
You're filling up my senses with empty calories
I feel like I'm just missing something whenever you leave
You've got all the ingredients except you needing me
So respectfully I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard
While you walk away with the frosting of my heart
So I'm taking back what's mine, you'll miss
The slice of heaven that I gave to you last night If I am just a piece of cake
I am just a piece of cake (cake)
Then, you're just a piece of meat
You're just a piece of meat to me
If I am just a piece of cake
I am just a piece of cake (cake)
Then, you're just a piece of meat
You're just a piece of meat to me I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard
While you walk away with the frosting of my heart
So I'm taking back what's mine, you'll miss
The slice of heaven that I gave to you last night

Mabel looked on, surprised. She hadn't expected Pacifica to sing Cake of all things. She realized Pacifica must've thought she could do Mabel's retro shtick better than Mabel herself. And while, she was doing good. She did the tone of the song well, and was even dancing a bit. It was really more stepping to the rhythm than dancing, but it looked good, and the Cake dance wasn't as iconic or memorable as Thriller's anyway, so no one really cared.

Still, Mabel had to smirk to herself. The best Pacifica could do was copy the brunette's bit? That was an unintentional ego boost, and revealed Pacifica to be as unoriginal as Mabel had thought. Still, she was actually doing really good. If there was one Michael Jackson song that could rival Thriller in popularity, it was Bad. Still, Mabel did have that last trick up her sleeve...

The song ended, and Pacifica cast a victorious smirk over the crowd. She was pretty sure she'd gotten even more applause from this song than her first, and she didn't even have to threaten the audience. She supposed she may have underestimated good old classics. Surely there was no way Mabel could get enough applause to take back the lead in just one round. Pacifica's victory was practically assured.

Mabel stepped past Pacifica, fastening her headset mic and waiting for Soos to pull up her final song. She glanced over the audience, and felt butterflies in her stomach. Everyone was looking at her expectantly, waiting to see what she'd do. Candy and Grenda were looking especially hopeful, this being their final chance to show Pacifica up for once. Mabel swallowed a bit, before breathing out slowly. It was just like when she had a big pitch back on the school's baseball team. She just had to focus on the here and now. She had to sing, and sing well. That's all there was to it.

My sweetheart's piano is rat filled
And mine is infested with bugs
The music we make is unnatural
But it sounds just like falling in love

This butch
This butch
This butch
This butch
She makes me go Icky in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she may think I am weak 

Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage
And we'll fish out all kinds of neat trash
And when we go back to my apartment
She'll probably kick my fucking ass

Pacifica's jaw dropped, as the rest of the music started up. Several people started cheering, happy with the choice.

' No! ' Pacifica thought. ' She's hit all of those notes perfectly, and that song isn't even that out dated'

She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she may think I am weak .Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage
And we'll fish out all kinds of neat trash
And when we go back to my apartment
She'll probably kick my fucking ass

This butch
This butch
This butch
This butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she will think I am weak I sing her songs in my garage
And make her fall in love with me
And once we're done
The sun is gone
Wе both just laugh so nervously
I talk real slow
And speak rеal low
Hoping she'll lean into me
But we just laugh cause
What was that
We can't take ourselves seriously

This butch
This butch
This butch
This butch
She makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let her see me swoon
Or else she may think I am sweet........

And she was dancing again. Just perfect! It wasn't some choreographed number like before, but that didn't seem to matter. Mabel's freestyling was good, and by repeating certain moves at key lyrics she gave the impression her routine was more scripted than it really was. But it wasn't just that. 

Her simple steps, the constant bop to her movements, the arm motions she had, to mimic drinking (don't ask)  and it was like she was letting her imagination run free. Her dancing was like a boy band member. The song and dance style were designed to draw people in and make people think that the touching song was meant for them.

When Pacifica saw Mabel's smile grow while the girl sang, she had a moment of realization.

It was for them. This was genuine. This song was Mabel's way of thanking them for coming to the party.

And somehow, that knowledge made Pacifica even MORE angry.

As she sang, Mabel did a side flip. She landed on her feet, but didn't come forward enough. It looked like she was about to fall flat on her back, when she instead did a back handspring. The crowd cheered even louder at that, and Pacifica was left fuming at the performance.

Mabel suddenly stopped her dancing at the exact time the music went quiet, and went back to her calm, soulful voice.

The cheering Mabel received May as well have been deafening to Pacifica. It was loud. Really loud. Louder than anything she'd received. Realistically, it wasn't all that much louder than Pacifica's last song, but to the blonde it may as well have been an atom bomb.

"Alright dudes!" Soos declared. "You've heard 'em, and now it's time for the final bonus vote! Applaud to vote for Mabel."

The crowd cheered almost  louder then before.

"Let's check the applause meter," Soos said as he checked his raised hand. "Oh, oh, very good. And the next contestant: Pacifica."

The crowd applauded, but the drop off was noticeable. She did her death glare again to get some more cheers, but Pacifica just wasn't getting as much. Still, she'd had the lead before, and now, as Soos measured the applause...

"Uh-oh, a tie!" Soos said, staring at his equally elevated hands. "This has like, never happened before."

Pacifica's eyes widened. A tie?! That was no different from losing! No, no this couldn't be it! She had to win! Winning, being the best, was everything! If she wasn't the best, then what was this all for?!

Pacifica looked frantically around the room, desperately trying to find someone, anyone that could help. Then, in the very back, she saw a boy with a letterman jacket, she waved him over But he pretended not to see her.

Pacifica sent her two musketeers to bring him over. When they did bring him over, the boy was not amused.

"Hey, you" Pacifca was desperate and this boy was her only hope,she quickly regained her composure and asked. " Did you vote yet?"

"No" Dipper was annoyed as always, he didn't even want to be over here. If it wasn't for these to girls, he would be back in his corner, paying his respects to his fallen clone/friend.

"Great, I need you to vote for me" Pacifica said, doing her signature hair flip

"And why should I do that?" Dipper asked.

"well duh. I wanna win and that girl over there is stealing the spotlight from me,  So I'll give you 10 bucks if you vote for me" Pacifica said, throwing 10 dollars at Dipper

"yeah, sure what ever to get you outta my face" Dipper said snatching the money right out the air

Pacifica was saved, this letterman boy had saved her reputation. She couldn't let it be know that she lost to some low class.

'Man this really isn't my thing, I don't like clapping nor cheering for people'  Dipper thought while scratching the back of his messy, uncombed hair.

He then started to clap a little, and little by little it got louder and louder.

"GO MABEL YOU BETTER WIN THIS WOOOOOOOOOOOO" Dipper yelled between claps, He blushed a lot. He wasn't used to doing this kind of thing.

Pacifica turned to the boy with dread, she then realized the boy had said "sister'

 Pacifica was beyond angry, " THAT'S YOU'RE SISTER???" she yelled, and then realized this boy had no intention to vote for her. This was his sister, why wouldn't he vote for her?

Dipper had no reason to vote for Mabel but just like his sister, he hated cheaters and rich spoiled brats. "Well yea, who else ha brown hair like us at this party?"

Mabel smiled awkwardly when she heard her brother's cheers of joy and praise, at first she thought it was a little weird at first. Her brother had never clapped for anyone or anything, 'I must be doing a damn good job if I got that dork to clap' Mabel thought with a devilish grin

"thanks bro bro!" Mabel called out into the crowd.

"Well since Dipper broke the tie, I think it's Mabel's win dudes" Soo's said measuring the votes again (even thought not much had changed)"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!," Soos said, with a wide grin. "The winner of the contest, is Mabel Pines."

'This can't be..I lost? Pacifica of the northwest's LOST? how can this be, a northwest has never lost. not in a million YEARS'  Pacifca was dumbfounded and in great misery. In all reality she probably should've checked if the boy had any relation or connection with Mabel first.

"oh here's your ten dollars back" Dipper said throwing the money back, "I forgot I had a 20 in my pocket.Dipper said leaving the broken northwest with 10 bucks.

And with a strut of confidence, Miss party queen pines went up to Soos, took the party crown and wore it with pride. She got claps of joy and got the title of 'queen of the dance floor'

Not soon after, Pacifca and her musketeers left. Never to be seen for the rest on the night, also after the word of Mabel beating a northwest got around to Stan (somehow) He told her to take the next to days off. 

Much later  

the party cleared out and Soo's had clean up duty, Dipper had went back to reading his journal. While Mabel stayed with her new friends

You're the first to beat a northwest we have to have sleepover," Candy said.

Mabel quirked an eyebrow. "A what?" Due to being what her school called a "muscle girl" and a "she-hulk" Mabel had never been, or had a sleepover. Mabel only had "friends" was when people needed her to beat somebody up.

"We want to call our moms and see if we can sleep over here with you," Grenda explained. "You're like, a total rock star!"

"I have magazine boys," Candy said enticingly as she pulled said magazine out of her bag.

"Really?" Mabel asked hopefully, getting two nods in response. "You GUYS!"

Mabel hugged the two girls, who each hugged her back, all of them smiling.

"Maybe we don't have as many friends as Pacifica," Candy spoke, "but we have each other, and that is pretty good I think."

"Soos!" Mabel called out. "Play another song! This thing's going all night!"

"Way ahead of you, dude," Soos said with a thumbs up.

As the music played, the three new friends began dancing, giggling all the while. So maybe Mabel didn't get a huge group of friends to spend the summer with, but what she did have was even better. When it came to friends, she supposed quality was more important than quantity. And who knew what other shenanigans they could still get up to?

Summer wasn't over yet.

This chapter as been re-written about 20 times It'd be greatly appreciated if you'd vote

Note: none of the songs I used belong to me they belong to they're rightful owners

the first song was 'all my single ladies'

the second was ' Pusher-clear'

the third was 'girlfriend '

the fourth was 'small town girl'

the fifth was 'cake'

and the sixth was 'Sweethearts piano' one of my personal favs

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