It all started as a secret relationship. A small spark between you and Dipper that both of you wanted to protect from everyone else, especially Mabel. You didn’t want things to change or for the group dynamic to be altered by a relationship that, although exciting, was still in its early stages. Not to mention, Mabel, with her incredible ability to notice even the smallest details, would undoubtedly figure it out in no time.

So, Dipper and you did what you did best: keeping up appearances. Casual smiles, harmless jokes, and "just friends" attitudes, even though both of you knew very well that something more was brewing beneath the surface.

But the secret was beginning to crumble.

The first sign was Mabel. As usual, she was everywhere and, with her sharp intuition, started suspecting that something was going on between you and Dipper. However, no matter how hard you both tried, you couldn’t hide the occasional stolen glances or smiles when neither of you was looking. The complicity was undeniable.

Then there was Stan. From the beginning, he already knew. And not only did he know, but he was thoroughly enjoying keeping that little secret. He knew that, sooner or later, everyone would find out anyway, but he didn’t care. It was Stan, after all. What else would you expect from someone so perceptive?

The day everything exploded was a typical day at the Shack. Tourists were milling about, and Dipper and you were, as usual, working together, but with that tension that only those who know each other so well could detect.

Mabel, of course, didn’t stay behind. She was determined to figure out what was going on between you two. After days of observing, she finally cracked the case. The spark of truth ignited when she found a couple of notes in Dipper's journal that mentioned "someone special." At first, she thought it was just a game, a joke by Dipper, but she quickly realized it wasn’t.

That afternoon, after a long day of work at the Shack, Mabel went straight to the point. She entered Dipper's room, holding his journal like it was the last piece of bread in the world.

—"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" she said with a mischievous grin, pointing to the entry in the journal where Dipper, unknowingly, had written too much about you.

Dipper, his face turning bright red, tried to explain, but Mabel didn’t give him a chance.

—"Oh, come on! This isn’t a secret to me! How did you think you could hide something from me? I’m the expert at uncovering secrets!" Mabel made a dramatic gesture, like she was in the middle of a soap opera.