It was late at night, you sat on top of the house, believing everyone was sleep- you had to make sure your brother, Dipper, and sister, Mabel, were both sleeping before you slipped out of the shared room. You quietly sat on the roof, the stars twinkling above you as you blew smoke from the cigarette in your hand.

Dipper stirred, sitting up from a small headache as he groaned quietly. He peered over to your bed, expecting you to be there but he paused when you weren’t there and the window was open. He raised an eyebrow before putting on his hat, adjusting it slightly before he climbed out the window and stood on the sledge of the house for a moment before climbing up to the main part of the roof. He completely stilled when he seen the smoke puffing out from your mouth. You didn’t exactly notice him until when you went to take another drag and the cigarette was pulled from your hand.

Dipper crushed the cigarette in his hand, dropping the cigarette bud onto the rooftop and glared at you, brushing his hands off before crossing them. ”{{user}}. What the hell was that?” he scolded.