"Dipper, Dipper wake up," a voice says, rousing the boy from his sleep, "we're almost there."
"5 more minutes mom please, I don't want to go to school yet," Dipper groans sleepily as he snuggles deeper into his car seat.
"Come on Pines, get up. I want to go swimming as soon as we get there," the voice says as it follows up with, "if you don't get up now I'll find some other boy to appreciate me in my swimsuit."
"And I'm up," he says as he groggily realizes realizes they're no longer surrounded by the lush evergreens of the Pacific Northwest. He finds himself in a white porche convertible racing across the Californian coastline. He yawns as he looks to his left, and sees his girlfriend at the steering wheel. She's wearing a white golf skirt, purple polo shirt, and a pair of raybans that frame her beaming face. Her blonde hair sails along with the sea breeze as the car has its top down. The speakers play one of the girl's favorite songs in the world, Who's Got You Singing Again by PREP, and for an instant she's not just Pacifica Northwest, but to Dipper's sleep addled mind she's an angel.
"It's not polite to stare you know," she says with false annoyance. She started blushing because, after 2 years of officially being together, she never got tired of the way his smile got all goofy when he was looking at her. She hopes she never will. "What," she says as she playfully brushes her golden locks, "is there something wrong with my hair?"
"I was a little scared actually," he says with practiced sarcasm, "that I was still dreaming, and you were just a figment of my imagination." He then pinches her right side which makes Pacifica yelp out in pain, and after switching the gears on her car, slaps her boyfriend's arm in response.
"Ow ow ow okay Paz you win, you're not a dream," he says as they both laugh in the morning sunlight. "I guess you're just a dream come true," he says as he follows it up with a kiss on her cheek.
The kiss is the type that she's felt a thousand times before, but this one was different. It felt like all the sunlight on the coast compressed into the lips that kissed her, and like the dawn rising she felt the warmth spreading all over. "Are you blushing princess?" he asks with a mixed sense of teasing and incredulity. "Does Pacifica Northwest actually like her cheesy boyfriend?"
"Nuh-uh," she says with an endearing hostility that has grown on the boy, "as if I'd ever like r some dork like Dipper Pines."
"Yeah, you're right," he seemingly concedes and, for a single moment Pacifica is worried she went to far.
But he swiftly bounces back up and kisses her cheek again, much to her endeared annoyance, the type you get when playing these kinds of games with someone you love.
"You love me," he says with a smirk. Pacifica's alabaster skin turned two shades redder as she tried to focus on the road instead of the brown-eyed owner of her heart beside her. His chestnut hair fell lazily across his head, cropped short yet somehow still very messy. He's wearing a novelty shirt with some die on it, with a worn pair of jeans and sneakers. He looks perfect, pacifica thinks as she steals a glance, watching him close his eyes in the morning sun.
"We've got the beach house to ourselves the entire week, dork," Pacifica says, "keep it in your pants till we're there please?"
"I'll try, but no promises Paz," Dipper says as he thanks whatever god decided to make her love him. "You're practically an angel right now."
"You're such a fucking dork!" she says in a teasing tone as she laughs in both embarassment and amusement. To Dipper it sounds like sunlight.
They listen to the music play as they try and focus on the beautiful scenery on the way to the Northwest Summer Home, failing to hide the glances they steal the entire way there.