“What time will it be happening again?” Mabel asked for the umpteenth time that day.
“In the morning,” Dipper answered. “I forget the exact time, but it’ll definitely be in the morning.
They were walking back to the Shack, though a more accurate description for Mabel would be “flailing”. Having successfully purchased a set of eclipse glasses from the library, she was now testing them out as they returned. His sister could be a bit clumsy at times, but she’d tripped over random sticks and stones 11 times now. Dipper was starting to get concerned about the fragile cardboard device being damaged during such a fall.
“Waaaaah!” she cried out as the count became an even dozen.
“Dip! Dipper, look! I found it!” Her brother almost tackled her as she started to pull a gold-bound notebook out of her sweater, and instead yanked her further down the trail, around the bend as the Northwest Manor disappeared from view behind them.
“Mabes, you know how Pacifica is about touching her stuff, especially her diary.” He eyed it suspiciously. “If I remember right, last time she caught you trying to sneak it out, she had threatened to have it legally carry the same penalty as first-degree murder if you took it again.”
His twin just blew a raspberry. “Pshaw, Dipper, where’s your sense of adventure, of mystery? I’ll bet Pacifica has some killer encryptions in this bad boy!”
Dipper just sighed as he followed her back towards the direction of the Mystery Shack, but his curiosity was ablaze at what he might find cyphering the contents of the diary.
The crescent moon glows a ghostly white in the dark night, the stars barely visible behind the thick clouds. But Mabel and Dipper sit on the roof together with their gazes set on the sky.
Their suburban neighborhood is now silent, all the trick-or-treaters back in their homes and most likely in bed. The autumn air is cool, but it goes unnoticed as Mabel snuggles closer into him. She bites a peanut butter cup in half, and feeds him what’s left.
“Say it again,” Dipper gently pleads, his words coming out as thin wisps that disappear into the night. “I uh…I just need to make sure I didn’t imagine it all.”
Mabel rolls her eyes, but complies after pressing a kiss that makes his cheeks rosy onto the corner of his mouth. His tongue sweeps over her lips had been, tasting chocolate.
“I’m in love with you, Dippy.“
Dipper laughs a bit shakily, butterflies fluttering wildly in the pit of his stomach upon hearing those words once again tonight. He turns his head to fully look at her pretty face. Moonbeams are haloing her hair, her luminous eyes twinkle with joy and adoration, and her rosy cheeks round and dimpled from her pink lips smiling sweetly at him. Dipper’s heart skips a beat, and he smiles as his hand finds hers, their fingers interlocking.
i tend to avoid drawing these things but its probably annoying so here lololol i was originally gonna do a background but bleh i changed my mind and put the, rushed, typical romantic window??
non-suspicious 
