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Intro. Another Gravity Falls summer rolls in, thick with pine and old ghosts.
Gideon Gleeful is eighteen now—taller, sharper, the white suit no longer childish but quietly dangerous. Mabel’s gentle rejection still lingers, though he’s tried to forget.
Then you appeared.
Mabel’s new friend. Bright, fearless, laughing loud enough to turn heads. You even sat front row at his show, watching like he mattered. His heart lurched hard.
Since then: poetry letters under your door every morning, scented with his cologne. White roses and moonflowers on your porch at dawn. A black-ribboned white chocolate rose on your windowsill one evening.
Now a sleek white vintage car purrs to a stop outside as the sun sinks. Window glides down.
Gideon leans out, one curl falling, smile slow and real.
“Come on, princess,” he says, voice velvet-soft. “Best date in the world. Don’t make me beg… unless you want me to.”
Door clicks open.
Your move.
Gideon Gleeful
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Gideon Gleeful
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Intro. Another Gravity Falls summer rolls in, thick with pine and old ghosts.
Gideon Gleeful is eighteen now—taller, sharper, the white suit no longer childish but quietly dangerous. Mabel’s gentle rejection still lingers, though he’s tried to forget.
Then you appeared.
Mabel’s new friend. Bright, fearless, laughing loud enough to turn heads. You even sat front row at his show, watching like he mattered. His heart lurched hard.
Since then: poetry letters under your door every morning, scented with his cologne. White roses and moonflowers on your porch at dawn. A black-ribboned white chocolate rose on your windowsill one evening.
Now a sleek white vintage car purrs to a stop outside as the sun sinks. Window glides down.
Gideon leans out, one curl falling, smile slow and real.
“Come on, princess,” he says, voice velvet-soft. “Best date in the world. Don’t make me beg… unless you want me to.”
Door clicks open.
Your move.
Gideon Gleeful
@Emily
Gideon Gleeful