A/N: Starting off with a little Reverse!Dipifica. I'm not really used to this au, so bare with me.

If Dipper had to summarize Pacifica it would be, "obnoxiously confident".

With that being as that Pacifica was confident in herself, in her pathetic cousin Gideon, in her decisions, in that she could stand on her own against him. Or any other man for that matter.

It wouldn't be a first he's seen guys, oohing and ahhing over her and inviting her to places and giving empty promises whenever she was in town. Though he's never said word of it before. Nor never seemed to mind any other time. She always turned them down. Always said she wasn't interested.

But they way they persisted, it disgusted him. And the more he noticed, the more disgusted he became. And unfortunately, his sister, Mabel, was quick to key in on such.

"…You've been spending an awful lot of time in that book.", she noted, watching him from the vanity's mirror while she brushed her hair. "It's not even the journal."

"…Your mascara's thick on one side, sister, I believe you'd want to fix it.", he simply replied coldly, as always. "And what should it matter to you that I'm reading? Did it finally become a crime?"

"Aw, why don't you help me with tonight's show?", she asked, waving him aside.

"Help? You? Please.", he scoffed, turning a page. "Get William to do it."

"I'll slip on his tears.", she rolled her eyes. "You know he's no fun. It's simple, really. You take over near the end, while I head off with a cutie."

"Ah, the truth is revealed.", Dipper acknowledged.

He closed the book and looked up at her.

"In which case the answer is a resounding 'NO'. You can tell Gideon, he's going to be surviving another night without you.", he added.

"Oh? For your information, it's not Gideon, it's someone different.", Mabel replied haughtily. "Rosario or something."

Dipper was about to look back at his book, but then paused and looked at her curiously.

"Rosario?" he asked. "The new whelp from New Mexico?"

"Yeah, that's the one!", Mabel turned to smile at him. "So you will help?"

"I thought he was with Pacifica.", he frowned.

"Psh. HER? You gotta get out more, brother.", Mabel scoffed. "One look at this body when I walked by and he was happy to drop her like garbage. It was pitiful! You should've seen how torn up she was! I wasn't even trying!"

Mabel giggled. Dipper returned to his book with a quiet scoff. But he couldn't read the words. He felt something twist in his chest, and it stung like thorns. Yes, millions of thorns pressing into him. He hadn't noticed it before, but it made him almost angry now as the pain increased.

Dipper tried to calm down. He couldn't afford another tantrum. He grasped his amulet, hoping it would ease the pain. It did, some. Wiping away his rage, but the pain, it stayed, stuck fast in him.

"…Dipper?", Mabel asked, noticing him in the mirror again and becoming a little concerned.

Dipper sat his book aside telekinetically and stalked out of the tent. Anger, once again, settled in place as he thought of this annoying stinging in his chest. Especially as he thought back to the one that caused it to begin with.

'What's wrong with me? Why does this Rosario character make me so ANGRY?', he wondered. 'Why should it concern me that Pacifica was dumped? Isn't that really Mabel's fault?' Why do I have to be so…'

Jealous.

The word came to mind and it made Dipper stop and realize. At first he wanted to deny it, but no other explanation could be given. It was quite obvious. He had no care for whoever it was that his sister dated or who anyone else dated anyone at all for that matter. But one thought at the idea of Pacifica and this…Roasario…dating.

It was almost enough for Dipper to want to tear down a whole tree. And no amount of magic would stop this.

Subconsciously, Dipper's feet had carried him to the Mystery Shack. He looked up and saw Pacifica sitting there, red-eyed and runny-nosed. She looked like a silly little girl, too afraid to help herself.

Pacifica finally saw him walk up and quickly tried to wipe her eyes dry. She cleared her throat and brushed her hair back.

"Uh, hey.", she called out, trying to look nonchalant.

"…Evening.", Dipper nodded.

"Wh…what are you doing here?", she asked, absolutely clueless.

"…Well it's rather irrelevant.", Dipper replied. "Why are you crying?"

"Hm? Crying? I-I wasn't crying.", Pacifica lied.

"…Really?", he asked rhetorically.

Without permission, he bent over and wiped up a tear from her cheek, and held it to show. Pacifica stared at the tear, and then frowned, clearly embarrassed.

"…Well okay, so I was crying a little. So what?", she said, looking back down at the porch.

"Obviously, I asked why you were crying.", Dipper replied.

"…It's just something stupid. It doesn't matter..", she replied, hurt sounding.

"Then why cry?"

Pacifica growled in frustration.

"Cause your sister shows off her body like, ALL THE TIME and my stupid boyfriend left me for her and I know she's gonna scare him really bad anyway. And it doesn't even matter, because I'm just stupid and ugly, and nothing nearly as pretty as your sister. So what?", Pacifica blurted out. She sniffled a little, almost wanting to cry again. "…It's a dumb girl thing, you wouldn't understand. Sometimes I just..I just wanna cry because…"

"Because you feel that the opinion of a human being with less intelligence than that of lint, should be valued.", Dipper finished for her.

"…Way to put it..", she scoffed, looking back at the ground and wiping a few more tears.

After a moment, she sighed and rested her chin in her hands.

"…I'm never going to be like other girls…", she said finally.

"Finally accepting your fate?", Dipper asked sarcastically.

"No, I mean, I'm never going to be pretty like other girls. I'm never going to have a boyfriend like other girls. …No one would like me even if I tried to be normal.", she said.

"I believe it was you who said that it was better to be weird than it was to be normal."

"I try.. But..", Pacifica sniffled a little. "…It's not always easy to believe."

"Well you're…", Dipper tried to think of a counter to it, but to be honest, she really wasn't much to look at.

She looked back at him, waiting to see if he could find a way to compliment her, but for once, even her confidence was failing.

He looked back and sighed, the slightest hint of frustration on his face. And then, as if he didn't need to say, she smiled some and leaned on his shoulder."…I'm sorry.. I know you don't care but..", she said quietly. "…I guess I kinda just needed to vent."He wasn't sure if she noticed, or if she did she probably didn't know how to respond, but he turned, his face was full of blond hair, and he placed a small kiss on her head."…You..have more for you…than most guys would comprehend.", he admitted, at last."…Thanks.", she replied, hiding her smile. "…I really needed to hear that from you."