Memories of the Forgotten Heart

The Party

~Later that night~

Dipper and Mabel were getting ready for the party that the Northwests were planning. Dipper had brought out the suit that he wore for Mabel's puppet show. It had been cleaned and fixed, so there weren't any spots of blood around fork holes. He also ditched the hat for the night.

Mabel was wearing a bright yellow poofy short dress with a bunch of yellow feathers stuck in her hair.

"Are you sure that isn't too much?" Dipper asked Mabel.

"There is no such thing as too much when it comes to me and my outfits. I mean, have you SEEN my sweater collection?" Mabel said gravely, then switched to a questioning mood.

"I suppose so. It's a very you thing." Dipper said, chuckling a bit.

"Exactly!" Mabel said, opening the door. "Party, here I come!"

The limo pulled up and Pacifica opened the door. It was just her, luckily.

"Hey, Dip, Mabel. Come on. We are not going to be late." She said, beckoning them.

They crawled into the back seat and sat.

"Hey Dip, is that the same suit from last year?" Pacifica asked.

"Huh? Oh- yeah..." He said, not really paying attention.

"Hey Bro Bro, you feeling good?" Mabel said, putting a hand to his forehead.

"Oh- yeah, I'm fine. Just kind of tired." He pushed her hand off of his face.

When they arrived, Gwen was there to meet them.

"Hey, come in." She said, avoiding Dipper's eyes.

Dipper looked down at the floor and pretended that Gwen wasn't even there. He just went with Pacifica and Mabel to the snack table.

Pacifica was in a stunning teal dress that flowed to the ground. She also had a small tiara atop her golden locks.

"Mabel, what are you wearing?" Pacifica asked, eyeing her dress.

Dipper stepped aside to an empty spot on the wall. He shut his eyes, taking a sip of punch.

When he opened his eyes, Gwen was right in front of him. Wearing a floor length red dress, strapless with pieces of fabric draped around her arms. "We need to talk." She grabbed his arm and pulled him into another room.

"Look. I didn't say-" Careful, Diamond! "-I didn't mean what I said."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "And how do you expect me to believe that?"

"I don't, I just wish you could-" Wait. Gwen could make him forget. Yes, Diamond, yes! "Never mind. It doesn't matter. I can't give you proof, anyways." She turned away and started to walk out.

Dipper grabbed her arm. "Why can't you?"

She yanked it out of his grasp. "I just... I just can't, okay?"

Dipper was still curious - very curious - but he let it go. "Okay." Dipper started to walk out.

"Wait." He turned around. "What I said was horrible, and you deserve better. I'm sorry, Mason."

"No, it's your choice." Dipper said.

"Yeah, I know." Then she smiled. "Do you speak French?"

"No, why?" He asked, confused.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Je t'aime bien, Mason. Je t'aime." She then kissed him on the cheek and walked away with her hands behind her back.

Dipper stood there, blushing. After a minute, he snapped out of it. "I need to find a translator." 

~Author's Note~ If you would like, you can put the french into google translate or something, or if you speak french - but if you want the surprise, it does get translated later in the story. :)