It was the day of Girlie's wedding when Prez's kids were kidnapped. What was supposed to be the happiest day of Girlie's life turns sour as she, Prez, Bill, and David must find them, safe and sound. {Contains characters from Gravity Falls but isn't really a fanfiction, third book of the Prez and Girlie series taking place June 2034}


1. Chapter One

Prez Cipher approached the door to the cabin, still wearing her jeans and Batman t-shirt. She ran through an apology speech in her head. "Girlie, I'm sorry I'm late and not wearing the dress yet. The flight was delayed, and Bill ran off at the last second to fix a last-minute wedding present so I had to take the kids to a spot where they could play cleanly . . ."

Ah, who was she kidding. This was her little sister. It wasn't like she would kill her and eat her alive.


She slowly opened the wooden door and was nearly knocked to the ground by the tacklehug she received.

"You made it!"

Prez hugged her younger sister back before gently forcing her off, keeping a grip on her shoulders.

The young woman was a mess. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and her white dress that looked so amazing most of the time was sloppy and crooked. The look on her face was sheerly pre-wedding bride jitters.

"What on Earth made you think I wouldn't make it?" Prez asked, pulling her sister into another squeeze.

"It's just that you said you'd be here at eight and . . ."

As her sister rambled, Prez glanced at the digital clock in the corner. "GirlOfManyFandoms Appleshine, I'm only half an hour late. I wouldn't miss your wedding."

"I know." Girlie replied unsurely.

"Oh, so now your trust issues apply to me?" The tone was joking, but she was dead serious.

Girlie laughed nervously. "Of course not! I just . . . I'm stressed, okay? Not all of us have a magical husband that can manipulate reality into her dream wedding at the snap of his fingers..."

"My magical husband could if you'd asked."

"That would require him being in my mind to see every detail. I'd prefer to do it all myself anyway."

"I think he's proven himself trustworthy."

"You trust everyone."

"I've been married to him for twenty years."

"At fourteen, the worst descision of your life."

Of all the things she could've said, that was the worst. Prez tensed up, resulting in the grip on her sister's shoulder to tighten. The younger woman immediately tried to correct her mistake.

"I don't mean marrying him . . . I meant doing it so young and quick . . . Prez, you were engaged three days after you met him and married less than two months later."

"And we're still married, aren't we?" Prez was making an effort to keep the venom out of her voice. She tried to remain mad, but when she really cared about the person that had invoked her fury it didn't last long. Her scowl melted into a soft smile. "Come on, let's get you ready."

Prez lead her sister into a small bedroom, straightening Girlie's dress and redoing all the buttons (how does one mess these things up so badly, she'd thought to herself). "There. Much better. Do you have a pro coming in to do your hair, or am I going to have to deal with the ol' rat's nest?"

Girlie laughed a little, obviously relaxing more. "You do it."

"Gotcha." Prez released the messy bun and cringed inwardly at the sheer amount of tangles as she grabbed a comb. "Judist Priest, girl." She muttered as she started to force the comb through the stubborn hair.

"So fill me in on everything that's been happening in Oregon."

Prez laughed a little. "Oh, where do I begin . . . Well, the business and the Shack are doing well. Pulling in lots of profit, and I am proud to say that we haven't needed Bill's help once. Dip's actual attractions are much better than the fake ones."

"How're Dipper and Wendy? They plan on having any kids?"

Prez rolled her eyes. "They're fine. Dipper says they're going to try when he's 'ready.'"

"He's never going to be ready with an attitude like that."

"Damn straight."

Prez finally muscled out the last of the tangles and pulled out a big box of hair pins.

"What about Mabel and Robbie?"

"Mabel was due two days ago. Part of the reason only Wendy could come. Dipper and Robbie can't and won't leave her. She's trying to force labor so Stan can meet the twins."

Death was a sensitive subject for both the sisters, even when it was natural and from old age, and there was a long silence until Prez pulled out the hair spray and started to spray down Girlie's hair.

"How about your kids?"

"Isn't this your day? We should talk more about you." Prez laughed a little. "The kids are good. Brock's getting more and more paranoid every day. Bill Jr's so freaking much like his dad it's not even funny. Beau's the peacemaker, poor little guy, he's only five. Tammy's got Bill wrapped around her little finger." The way she spoke, it was obvious she took pride in her little tribe.

"What about Ben?"

Prez held back bouts of hysterical laughter. "Ben's a little firecracker. Beat up some poor kid for taking his apple."

Girlie laughed a little, a relaxed laugh that in turn made Prez relax and join in.

"Aren't we going to do my makeup?"

"Girlie, you know that anyone with a makeup job done by me turns out looking like the Joker mixed with a bear."

Girlie laughed.

"Besides, you don't need makeup. You make me jealous as is." Prez stepped back to admire her handiwork and couldn't help but smile widely and proudly. "Oh, I can't wait to see the look on David's face when he sees you walking down the aisle."

"Don't cry."

"Am I crying?" Prez touched a hand to her cheek to find it wet. "Oh. I . . . I guess I'm just saddishly happy that the last of the Appleshine clan is getting married. We've come a long way, Girlie. A really long way."

She managed to suck in a breath and smile, all tears gone for now. "I better get in my dress, too. We only have an hour before the wedding starts."

She disappeared into a dark doorway leading to a small bathroom and let the last of the tears escape. She squeezed into the one of the matching short blue dresses the bridesmaids - herself and Girlie's best friend, Mari Anne - would be wearing and let her curly brown hair tumble just past her shoulders.

Not that hard. Just watching your baby sister grow up and get married.

Prez sighed and exited the bathroom with a small smile. Girlie ran over and gave her a tight hug, which she returned with no hesitation.

"The only thing that can ruin today is you thinking it's ruined. You'll be fine. And at 11:00, you'll be Mrs. Tennant."

Right after she finished her sentence, there were four knocks at the door. "It's open." Girlie announced.

The door opened, and Prez's husband Bill Cipher appeared with a self-satisfied smirk on his face and his uncovered eye glowing blue faintly. He wore his signature yellow suit, top hat, bow tie, and eye patch.

"Well, if you two are done in here, there's a surprise waiting for Girlie under the willow tree."

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