Dipper P.O.V

I carry Mabel's bag upstairs and set it on the other side of the room. She flops onto her bed and glances over.

"There's still glitter from six years ago," she says with a laugh.

"Yeah, glitter never goes away," I tell her, setting the sweater she gave me on top of my bag.

She looks around the room after a moment, seeing that nothing has really changed. The room looks practically the same as we left it all those summers ago.

"It feels weird to be back," she says after a moment.

"Yeah, I felt like that for a couple days, it'll pass," I tell her, picking up my book and continuing to read where I left off.

Mabel looks at my side of the room for a few moments before speaking.

"What have you been up to? Have you found any new monsters?" she asks.

Her eyes wander to the three journals that I keep on the bookshelf. I notice and glance at the journals as well.

"Well, not yet," I say softly, "I've sort of just been taking it easy for the last few days."

I'm not sure whether or not I should tell Mabel about my relationship with Bill. She is still terrified of him and would most likely go straight to tell our uncles. I trust her because she is my sister, but I can't bring myself to tell her.

"Oh," she says softly, "I would've thought you would be out every day looking for more stuff to add to the journals."

"I'm easing myself into it," I say with a shrug, "I don't want to overwhelm myself."

She gives me a rather strange look for a few moments before turning and staring at the ceiling. I can tell that she doesn't believe me. It concerns me that this could possibly cause trust issues between us.

"Oh, please, you overwhelm yourself daily with your every possible outcome plan," she mumbles under her breath.

Her comment almost hurts. It becomes perfectly clear that she doesn't believe me. But even if she doesn't believe me, which is perfectly clear, she doesn't have to insult me.

"Sorry that I like to be prepared," I mutter, turning my back to her.

I put my book aside and put my ear buds in. I don't feel like talking anymore. But even with my music I still hear Mabel sigh from the other side of the room.

"I'm sorry, it just feels like there's something you're not telling me," she says softly.

She's right. There is something that I'm not telling her. I'm not telling her about Bill. I don't want her to worry because I know how she feels about him.

I choose not to reply to her. Silence has always been a valid option in my mind. It's certainly better than trying to lie to my twin sister. I can barely get away with lying to our uncles so I know that she would be able to see right through me.

"There's something you're not telling me, Dipper, and I'll find out what it is eventually."