“Doll, I need a favor” I sighed as Bucky’s voice echoed from my phone. My heels clicked as I walked down the street, the company I worked for just a dozen steps away. I glanced at the guard, flashed the young man a smile as he opened the door, the cold temperature of the air conditioning cooling me down almost instantly.
“Yes James, I’m on the way up with your black coffee” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm as I pressed the lift button, nearly cursing when the two lifts in operation was at the top floor. God who in the right mind goes to the roof at one in the afternoon.
Rating: General Word Count: 16,846 Co-written by:skimmingmilk and syl-writes-stuff Summary: After dealing with Bill and his idea of fun, the
Mystery Best Friends need a relaxing and fun holiday to spend being
thankful and together.
Set between parts four and five of “Mystery Best Friends.”
“So as soon as the parade is over I want you
in your room getting dressed, Gregory.” Amy addressed the group of three
teens, one child, and one frog gathered in front of the television,
though the focus of the conversation was more on the child in
particular. “I already set your clothes on your bed for you.”
“Do they match Wirt’s?” Greg asked without tearing his gaze away from the TV.
“That depends on what Wirt decides to wear,” she replied, heading for the garage.
Wirt glanced at his younger brother, nudging him with his foot for
his attention, then winked at him, much to Greg’s delight. “Just show me
what Mom picked out for you and I’ll see what I’ve got.”
With that settled, Greg snuggled up to Mabel and resumed watching the
Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. The four of them plus frog were
sprawled on the floor, the couch having been moved the night before to
accommodate the larger table that had taken over the dining room and
encroached on the living room, too. They didn’t mind though. Mabel and
Greg were both lying on their stomachs closest to the TV, with Wirt
leaning against the armchair while Dipper laid his head in his lap, the
former idly petting the latter’s hair with his good hand, the pine tree
cap elsewhere for the time being. The calm and easy enjoyment of casual
commentaries on floats and dance numbers - oftentimes getting shushed by
Greg or Mabel or both - was a relief and more than appreciated by both
After disappearing from the face of the Earth in the eyes of your family, them not knowing of your whereabouts or even if you’re alive, one of your cousins recognize you and Dean out and public and when she tells you that your uncle had died, she wants you to come to the dinner that your family is having in mourning of your late uncle. And the only problem is, she believes that you and Dean are dating when in reality you aren’t.
In times of great turmoil, the only
way to get over it is through family fights, right? Naturally. And when you
great-uncle dies, leaving behind a fortune waiting to be distributed among the
very greedy family, the meals became less about remembering the fallen and more
about who deserves more money.
But what was a meal without all the family fights?