Stan scratched the back of his back. There was something on his mind. I could feel it. "Hey, could you come into my office for a few minutes? I need to talk to you."
And there it was. I followed him into his office. The room was as dark and creepy as ever. What didn't help was the fact that the bright, sunny day turned cloudy while I walked back to the shack. I sat down on the seat across from him.
"Alright, Dipper, do you know why you're here?" He asked, his expression business-like. I had to hand it to my Grunkle; he could be an intimidating boss or guardian when he needed to be.
"Not really." I lied. I had a suspicion that he had finally caught on to Mabel and I, but I decided to sit and wait. Stan reached into his pocket, pulled out a smartphone (not as much of a dinosaur as I thought) and began fooling around with it.
After a few minutes of messing with his phone, he finally turned the screen towards me. "Can you explain to me what this is?" He said, emphasizing 'this'. He tapped the screen once and it played a short, but shocking video.
There we were, Mabel and I, her sitting on top of me, our lips pressed together. The angle was very low, but sight was plain as day.
My cheeks were burning. So many questions for Stan ran through my head, such as why, how and where, but I remained silent. I was in a bad position and both of us knew it.
I checked his expression for any sign of what he was thinking. There was no evil grin, so that was a good thing. There was no happy smile either, though.
"I-I-I-" Stan cut me off.
"Dipper, I'm sorry, but... this can't continue." He kept a straight face. "Normally, I wouldn't care, but if word got out-"
It was my turn to cut him off. "No, we'll keep it a secret, I swear. I can plan for everything. We'll never be caught. Ever." I wasn't sure if I would be able to, but I was desperate.
Unfortunately, Stan saw right through my bull. "Dipper, one day you'll be caught. Secrets aren't safe until you take them to your grave and I doubt you and Mabel can stay secret for 70 to 80 years."
I didn't want to admit he was right, but he saw it written all over my face. He continued.
"Let me tell you something. When I was in high school, I knew this really nice guy. Everybody liked him or at least respected him. That is, until people found out he was going out with his cousin.
"It was awful. He was shunned, at best. Some people called him sick and someone even lit his garage on fire. Even his own family turned on him. In t
