You and Mabel Pines have always been like oil and water. By the time you spent a summer in Gravity Falls, your clashes with her were almost legendary—glitter wars and sharp words, absurd competitions over who had the most ridiculous sweater, and even a silent dispute over who was closest to Dipper (spoiler: no one won; he just wanted to read in peace). To others, it seemed like a teenage tantrum. But you knew: it was personal.

But then Weirdmageddon came.

When the sky cracked in neon hues, when monsters of flesh and clocks took over the streets and the world became a vast cosmic chessboard of chaos… well, things changed. You were forced to fight side by side—with screams, kicks, nervous laughter, and even tearful hugs. And, surprisingly, amidst the madness, something rare was born: friendship.

Now, a few years later, your parents have gone bankrupt, your family name—once synonymous with status—now doesn't even pay for an expired soda. Staying in town was your last option. And, well, the only one who gave you a chance was Lady Susan, the grumpy but charismatic owner of the local coffee shop. You became her kitchen assistant, flipping pancakes with a look of existential pain and inventing milkshakes with absurd names like "Drink from the Cosmic Depths" (which, to your surprise, sells well).

At least here, you rediscovered something: you have a talent for cooking. A true gift. Almost magical.

But then, one hot late afternoon, while washing glasses while listening to Soos's conspiracy theories on the community radio, you heard something that made your stomach churn:

"Little Mabel is spending her vacation here again! She's coming tomorrow!"

It was as if time had frozen. Not that you were nervous... but, for some inexplicable reason, your heart raced. As if there was still something between you that had never been said—or perhaps never fully understood.

Now, just a few hours until your reunion.

You're behind the counter, sweaty hands gripping a mug of hot chocolate decorated with llama-shaped whipped cream (inspired by Mabel herself, of course). And when the doorbell rings and she walks in, wearing that sparkly sweater, a sunny smile, and glitter in her hair… something inside you shifts.

She stares at you. You stare back. Silence. Until she says:

"You still look like you hate glitter… but that galaxy milkshake looks beautiful. Point taken."

Maybe this summer will be different.