A/N: Short one-shot on Dipper and Pacifica because I really ship them. I thought I'd add to this ship because I feel like I'm the only one awww. Maybe I'll write another sometime I just was super in the mood. (Also I really liked writing as Pacifica cause she's a bamf)

WARNING: None really, she says crap once aw snap.

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I, Pacifica Northwest, never thought I would hit rock bottom. Being Gravity Falls' little beauty queen, I have a certain image to keep up. Such as, never again step foot in the dusty, old, disgusting Mystery Shack. However, as fate hates me, here I am, sitting on a dirty old stool behind the counter of the Mystery Shack.

My parents weekly date night is Saturday night. Usually, my nanny, Olga, would come over and "babysit" (I don't need a babysitter!) me until my parents returned. Turns out, Olga has the flu. In a rush to find a last minute sitter, they asked the only person that would do anything for a dime, Stan Pines.

"Alright," Stan spoke up. "You kids are gonna mind the shack while I take nap." Referring to me and the only other person in the room, Dipper Pines.

"I don't work here." I shot back.

"Look kid," Stan said, obviously annoyed. "Wendy's off work, Mabel's out with friends, and Soos is outta town. I'm short staffed and frankly, I don't care if you don't work here, cause today you do." He snapped and shut the "Employees only" door.

I gritted my teeth while a flash of lighting came from outside.

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The Mystery Shack was probably one of the most boring places I'd ever been in my whole life. And because of the storm, I wasn't getting any cell service. Dipper sat behind the counter reading some ancient looking book.

"Where's your sister?" I finally asked. True, Mabel isn't my favorite person, but she might be more entertaining than just sitting here.

Dipper looked up. "She's out with her friends." He said with a small frown.

"I feel a little anger there." I say slyly. "Don't like Sweater's friends?"

"No, it's not that. It's just she goes out with them a lot. And don't call her 'Sweater'." Dipper snapped back.

"Alright, I'm not here for trouble." I giggled a little. "What about you then? Where are your friends?"

Dipper moved a little in his seat. "I guess I haven't made any friends in Gravity Falls yet…"

I looked down. "Looks like we're two of a kind."

Dipper laughed then glared at me. "Yeah right, what about those two girls that always follow you around?"

"Melissa and Tish? Yeah, we're such great friends, Dipper." I said sarcastically. "Did you know that I've never been to either of their houses? Or that I've never met their parents? You know what I found out last week? Melissa has a little brother. That's something a friend would know about another friend right?"

"Pacifica…" Dipper stated. "I'm sorry."

I hated thinking about Melissa and Tish. I knew they only hung out with me for popularity. "I don't need pity." I don't.

"I get it." Dipper said. "I know what it feels like. Feeling alone."

"Don't say that because it's a lie." I shot back. "You've got Mabel and Stan and Wendy and that other guy that works here, Moose?"

"Soos."

"You've got him too!" I said on the verge of tears. I don't know why I told him all that, it just all split out.

"Just because I have people that care about me doesn't mean I don't feel alone sometimes." Dipper sighed. "Ever since I got here, weird things have been happening and sometimes I think I'm the only one that even sees them. On top of that, nobody listens to me, everyone in town plays it off like I'm crazy. And…it's scary and I'm all alone in it."

Dipper looked truly frightened. While I was sad, he was scared. I walked over to the counter. "Alright."

"Alright what?" Dipper looked confused.

I rolled my eyes and took the seat next to him. "Alright, I'll listen. Tell me a story, but none of that fairytale crap; I want a real life experience story."

Dipper's face seemed to light up as if a million ideas came into his mind at once. He flipped the pages of his book to a page with a zombie on it. "It all started on the first day…"

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Dipper told me stories until my parents came back at 10:00 P.M. He told me about zombies, mermaids, time travelers, clones, and a lot more.

"Thank you." Dipper said to me.

"For what?" I asked.

"For listening." He smiled and my heart raced. "I think you're the only one that truly listened to me this whole time I've been here. Thank you, Pacifica."

I could feel my face get red as he said my name. "W-well thanks for a not completely boring night I guess."

Dipper laughed and started to close the door. "Oh," He opened it again. "And if it makes anything different, I consider you a friend." He shut the door.

As I began to walk towards my parents' car my legs shook, my heart picked up pace, my breath grew short and my face burned red.

Oh no.

A/N: My headcanon for Pacifica is that she's always all alone and pushes people away and is sad deeply. Just got depressing with cartoons. ANYWAY Thanks for reading! Review!