Thank you for all of your wonderful suggestions for food places! However, I chose Guest's use of Sandwich Monarch! Don't worry! Others may be used down the road! :)

November 16th

Sandwich Monarch, this world's equivalent to 'Burger King'. It's good, just like the original! 

"Mm! Nom!" Mabel loudly eats at her chicken nuggets. To the side of her sat a paper cup of ketchup, where her fries are currently residing. 

I give her a strange, concealed, look. 'Now don't get me wrong! I put my fries in my dipping sauce like they're in a hot tub, too. But Mabel over here is playing with them as if they are! What the he-'

"Hey, Macie, are you okay, dear?" Mom's voice cuts off my train of thought.

"Huh? Oh, yeah...I guess I'm just thinking on what to do for the science fair," I admit, dipping a fry into some ranch and then munching on it.

Dad swallows audibly loud. "Ah that's right! When is it again?"

Funny enough, Mabel and I look to our brother at the same time. He splutters and blushes. "Wh-why'd you both look at me?" he cries.

I deadpan, "'Cause you're the one who'd most likely know the answer to the question." Mabel enthusiastically nods. 

"That's fair. It's next Wednesday, after school," Dipper explains, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Do you two know what you're doing? Seeing as you're teaming up, that is." Mom smiles sweetly.

'She's probably happy they're working together this time since, from what I've heard, they don't collaborate well during science fairs.'

"Oh Dipper and I've got this in the BAG!" And there goes all the ketchup and bathing french fries. *Sigh*

"Daw, come on! You got ketchup all over my pants!" I stand up and look in disgust at my nice, used-to-be-clean, leggings. I growl and go over to the concessions to obtain more napkins. 

'These were just washed, too...' Groaning, I toss the used ones in the trash and take a pile of new ones to the table where there was no doubt a mess. 

"Thanks, hun," Dad grabs them and starts wiping down the table.

As I sit back down, Mabel looks to me, ashamed, mumbling, "Sorry, Macie..." 

"S'fine. You wouldn't believe how messy my brother and sister were back home," I whisper back with a lopsided smile.

She returns it and resumes eating, albeit carefully this time.

"So," Dad speaks again, "the science fair. What did you two make or have in mind?"

"Well-!" Shooting Star's mouth got covered by Pine Tree's hand faster than a shooting star.

"It's a surprise!" He quickly laughs awkwardly to the parents and then glares at Mabel. "I don't want them knowing what it is! I always have my projects a surprise!"

"But this time it's our project! Why can't we tell them now? It's half mine. That means half the rights!"

"Oh boy..." I roll my eyes and sip my soda.

"So? Why do we have to tell them? Why can't we just keep it a secret?"

"Because I wanted to show it off to them!"

"Mabel!" Dipper pinches his nose and sighs, "We haven't even made it yet! How can you show off something we haven't crafted?!"

"Well I could show off the idea, uh-der!"

"Oh my gosh..." I slap my forehead. Mom and Dad exchange looks to each other. 'An Oreo milkshake sounds good right about now... Maybe Dipper won't notice if I slip a five outta his pocket?'

Mind made up, I stick my tongue out in concentration as I try to nimbly slip my fingers into my brother's pocket for his wallet. Freeze. He moved. Didn't notice me. Continue. Repeat for a minute or two.

'Ah-AH!' I successfully procured the leather wallet! I giggle evilly in my mind as I stand up and gleefully pull a five out. Mom and Dad, who watched me the entire time, have smiles on their faces.

"Macie, don't..." Mom tries to be a parent but fails as her chuckles start to escape. I just stick my tongue out and run to the counter.

'Hold up.' I stop halfway there. A brilliant idea formed. I replace the five with a ten. 

"Yes?" the cashier asks, ready to type in my order. "An Oreo, chocolate, and strawberry milkshake, please." I hand her 'my' money and she gives me the receipt.

'Cool, now when I get back, I shall settle the argument with milkshakes, 'on me'!'

They came out quickly, thankfully, and with a cup carrier, too!

"Guyyyyys!" I drawl, swinging the delectables. Dad is busy keeping Mom's laughter under keeps, so I ignore the two. The twins turn to me at the same time, 'Creepy!' with glares donning their features.

"What!?" they cry, again, at the same time. I flinch but quickly recompose myself.

"I got milkshakes!" I hold up the carrier and their frowns turn to awes. When they reach for it, I lift it up. "Ah, ah!" I waggle a finger, "Milkshakes are only for good siblings that get along!"

"Mmmmmmmm- OkayI'msorryDipperwe'llkeepitasecret!" Mabel says all in breath, leaping up to grab her favorite shake.

'I knew Mabes would crack first. She's always been a sucker for chocolate.'

Chuckling, Dip grabs his strawberry shake gratefully. "Thanks, Mace!" The two suck 'em down before I remember to give my brother's wallet back.

"Oh, here, Dipper." He looks at me weird until I pull out his leather carrier of money. 

"PSH! GAH!" Strawberry goes everywhere when he spat out his drink. "Macie! What the heck!?" His voice cracks a little. 

"What? You want me to keep the wallet?" I ask with an innocent glint in my irises.

Chortles and guffaws come from across the table where the supposed adult figures are sitting, still nibbling on left over fries. 

"No!" he swipes his wallet, "You cannot keep the wallet! Did you buy these milkshakes with my money?!"

"Eh, maybe? Thanks for the treat, by the way!" I side hug the fuming boy.

Pouting, and eyebrow twitching, the boy goes back to sucking his straw, grumbling about things I can't understand.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: SpongeBob's broken laugh box~~

November 18th

"And I want it to be purple!" I smile, throwing my hands up in the air as I sit at the kitchen table with my mother. Said woman sighs with a shake of her head.

"Honey, I don't think your teacher would appreciate your volcano to be purple. It's not accurate."

"But, it's not like we're being graded or anything? I think being expressive through my creativity will be enough!" I give her an eye-closed smile while proudly putting my hands on my hips.

She looks uncertain. "I still think you should make some sort of impression."

"I'm not even that good with science. I like art a lot better."

"Fine. We'll make your volcano better. Maybe Mabel would even help decorate it?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather not have my project suffocate in glitter and not to mention have it be bedazzled." I finger a pen. "Can we just finish this? I really wanna see the twins' project coming along."

"Sure."

After about an hour of building the darn thing, we finally laid down the paper mâché and Mom left me to tend to other things while she expects me to sit here and watch it dry. 

'Joke's on her,  I've got fan-fiction!' I triumphantly laugh in my head while pulling out my phone to read.

"Hey," I jump at Dipper's voice, "how's yours coming along?"

"Um, fine? Just waiting for this," I gesture to the wet newspaper, "to dry. Just reading some story I found."

"Gravity Falls again?" he asks, an eyebrow raised with an amused smirk.

"Nope!" His smirk falls. "Why? You wanted me to read something on you? Hmm," I mock think, putting a finger to my chin, "maybe I could go read some Bill-Dip. Yes, yes, I know of one that I could-"

Flipping out, the boy stops me, "Okay! Okay! I get your point!" He takes a seat next to me. "So what are you reading?"

I wonder why he cares so much. "Oh, uh, it's from an anime. You wouldn't know it. It's called Black Butler. Hecka good."

"Sounds pretty cool. Is it on...uh whaddya call it?"

"Netflix. And yeah, it was just put on recently. But I don't wanna drag you two into a different show while we're on Miraculous."

Pine Tree stands up, reaching into a cupboard. "Fair enough," he says, ripping into a fruit snack, before tossing me one spontaneously.

"Whoa!" I catch it, barely, and nod in a silent thanks. "I'm kinda nervous," I admit, noming on the squishy snack.

"Don't be."

'Wow, such advice! Much help!' Rolling my eyes, I voice my thoughts, "How can I not? People will be judging me."

"Not really, just the teachers and even then, no one fails."

"I guess..."

"Welp," Dipper sighs, getting up once more, "I gotta head back to my room with Mabel. Who knows what she's doing to our project being by herself..."

I chuckle, "Yeah, haha."

And now I'm left alone with my thoughts and a stupid looking volcano that's slowly drying.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Bench Lasagna~~

November 21st

"Still nervous?" A hand reaches my shoulder, causing me to jump in place.

"Not too much anymore, I'll admit. Though my stomach could stand not to flip flop all about." I try my hand at a joke but even to me it sounds forced.

My male counterpart slaps my back. "Eh, it's okay, Mom'll be with ya!" 

'Gee thanks, Dipper...'

"And have they seen your guys' yet?"

"Nope! It's under a cloth! I'm so excited!" He closes his fists and shakes them together in front of his chest.

"Yeah? I just wish I KNEW what it is exactly you two created!" Yes I'm a little ticked off that they wouldn't show me.

"Ah chill out. You'll see it soon enough. Mabel and I have got this win in the bag! I can't wait to see the look on Alex's face!" 'Malicious intentions much? Yikes! Look at his face!' 

Indeed Dipper's face looks like he's about to succeed in world domination.

"Speaking of this 'Alex', when I am going to meet this child you oh-so-hate? I feel like you two have a bigger rivalry than Lil' Gideon."

"Eh, you're probably right..." Mabel jumps in, literally, engulfing me in a surprise hug. I've told her many times not to do that, but what good does that do? It's Mabel we're talking about. "Alex is over by the project table, showing it off to some observers."

"Great so let's go meet-"

"No! I don't wanna talk to Alex!"

"Oh shut up!" I grab the boy's wrist with extreme strength. It's probably reddening as we walk over but I don't care. "Alex!"

Said person looks up, fixing the glasses on their face. "Oh, hello there, Triplets."

'Wait...ALEX IS A GIRL?! This entire time I was under the impression she was a boy!'

I try to hide my shock.

"Hey, Alex! What's your project for the fair? Think you can beat Dipper and I together?" Mabel asks sweetly with no false kindness.

"Something secret. I won't tell you but I do think I can still win even if I'm by myself. Just like all the other years." She sniffs, covering a piece of her secret project under the cloth that got disarrayed.

Folding his arms, Dip looks away while grumbling.

"Attention everyone! Our judges are now going to be going around to judge those who have signed up to be eligible for the prize! Please be by your table and have your presentation ready!"

"Looks like it is time to be judged. Good luck, you two." Alex turns back to her table, waiting for us to leave, by the way she's not removing the cloth.

Dipper leads the way to his shared table and they, together, enthusiastically throw off their sheet that had been covering it.

I stand there, mouth agape in surprise. 'I showed them the infomercial in attempts to inspire them! I didn't expect them to re-create the inventions!!'

"Ta-daaaa!" Mabel does the 'Jazz Hands'.

"Whaddya think, Mace?" Dipper smirks.

"It's uh..." On the table lies one big journal (not designed after THE journals however) in a Journalert and another in a Book Sweater. "It's really awesome you two re-created the inventions...but how in any way is this going to win? It's not really science?"

Dipper pumps his hands downwards with a chuckle, "Don't worry, Mace. My part is the actual science. Mabel's part is the creative side that gives it that flare."

"Uh...huh..." I drawl out, not convinced. While the judge comes over to judge, I decide to check on Alex's invention.

"And with a push of this button, my device will create and burn a perfect circle through this piece of wood." I came just as she was demonstrating her...futuristic laser gun!?

The crowd that formed oohed and awed from the display. 'Okay, I admit, this thing is gonna be way too hard to beat. I hope Dipper knows what he's doing.'

Returning to my siblings, I see said brother is struggling to put his makeshift journal into the Journalert.

"Uh, heh heh, what's goin' on??" I ask. 

The boy, who is overly sweating, mind you, turns to me in a panic. "Macie! I can't put the journal in! I literally measured it a hundred times! Like Jason did, but better!"

I face palm. Hard. "Oh my go- Dipper how the hel- how in the ever loving alternate universe did you mess up this bad!?" I grab the book and try for myself. Yup. It's too small. "Ugh.." I shove the book back at him and go sit next to our parents.

"What happened?" Dad asks.

"Dipper's a dunce."

~~Time Skip brought to you by: "The future is now! Thanks to science! Clemontic Gear on!" -Clemont Pokemon XY and XYZ~~

"I can't believe Alex won! ...Again!" The brunette pouts with his hands in his pockets as he kicks pebbles on the walk back to the car.

"It's okay, son, there's always next year....again..." Dad puts his hand around his only boy and leads him ahead of us, talking about girls.

I glance over to my sister who had been eerily silent. "Whoa!" She's quiet because she's counting stacks of cash! "Mabel, where'd you get all that money?"

"Huh?" The brunette looks up and then smiles, "Oh, a lot of girls came up and wanted to buy my Book Sweaters! I didn't have much but luckily I brought the extras! One even said I should start making them and selling them at the student store!"

"That's actually a great idea! You should do it!" I encourage.

"Okay! I will! You can help me with design ideas, too!"

 I nod happily, not minding in the slightest. "So, I finally met Alex...She doesn't seem bad, I wonder why Dipper hates her," I ponder.

"I think it's mostly how she always beats him..."

"True. But she didn't seem evil, or overly confident. I think Dipper over-exaggerates too much."

Mom giggles, "Oh? And you're only just now figuring that out?"

"Ha. Ha." I stick my tongue out at her.

~~Time Skip~~

~~Diary Entry~~

11-21-12

Welp, the twins lost the science fair but I think Mabel was just happy to have worked with her brother. Alex is actually pretty nice, so it's a shame I haven't met her up until now. Plus, she's in completely different classes, so that's a thing, too.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I'm flipping out because a bunch of relatives I don't know are coming over. I should ask Mom and Dad if we could invite 'Aiden'...

Wait- WHERE WAS BILL THROUGHOUT ALL OF THIS?!

~Macie

The laser Alex built and even the presentation she did was all based off Mindy Crenshaw and what she did for their science fair on Drake and Josh!