Disclaimer: Hey guys! This is the sequel to Top of the World, and if you haven't that, I suggest reading it first. This story will definitely be longer, and have more T rated stuff in it. It'll definitely get better from here, and this chapter is pretty short. Review and enjoy!
~Dipper's POV~
"Mabel, c'mon! It's the first day of summer! You know what we need to do!" I exclaimed, sneaking into my sister's bedroom. She turned over, switched her lamp on, then glared up at me.
"Dipper, it's six in the morning, can't this wait until later today?" Mabel muttered, slamming her pillow over her head.
"Mabel, we have our own car. We have our licenses, and we can drive without adults. School is out. Where have we not been since we were twelve?" I asked, hoping to provoke her excitement.
"Wait… twelve years old… Gravity Falls?" Mabel asked, sitting up quickly. I nodded aggressively. "Hell yes! Are you packed? Help me pack real quickly! We gotta get out of here before Mom and Dad wake up!" She exclaimed, leaping out of bed, fixing her lavender tank top, pulling a duffle bag out of her closet.
In a quick fifteen minutes, she and I had packed all the things she needed. I had packed my bags last night, and had packed food and money for on the way there. We snuck out the front door, Waddles squeezed into Mabel's old baby and pig carrier on her chest. We arrived in the driveway to my old double cab, renovated orange pick-up truck. The fixed up truck, aptly named the Dipmobile, or if it was misinterpreted on the license plate, which read DIPMBL-618, the Dipper and Mabel. I hated when people misunderstood it.
I swung into the driver's seat, Mabel in shotgun, and Waddles was in the back seat, with our bags. I pulled out of the driveway as quietly as possible, when my front left wheel hit the curb, making a loud clang. "Dammit," I muttered. Mabel and I's eyes met. Mom and Dad were light sleepers, so we were doomed.
I sped off down the road, as Mabel watched out the back window. A light turned on in the upstairs bedroom where our parents slept. "We left a note, we don't need to worry," Mabel assured me.
"I didn't leave a note," I said.
"Neither did I," Mabel said. We looked at each other for a moment, then shrugged. We would cross that bridge when we came to it. "I'll text them next time we stop, I don't have good reception on the move."
I turned on the radio, and a memory of Gravity Falls came with the music. "Am I blanchin'? Girl we blanchin'. I live up in a mansion." Mabel and I made eye contact.
"Soos," I said, and she nodded. "Dear god, I can't believe it has been five whole years since we've been there. And just because they thought Stan was a 'bad influence'. They obviously haven't been to public school, ever, if Stan is the bad influence," I stated.
"I wonder if they'll recognize us, Dipper. I mean, you've gotten like a foot and a half taller, and I've… y'know… filled out, as they say. I've gotten taller too. You don't wear your vest anymore, and I kinda gave up on sweaters unless it's cold out," Mabel summarized. I looked down at myself. She had a point. In jeans and a gray shirt, I wasn't exactly the same boy I used to be.
I wore my hat still, outside of school, since they had rules against hats in school, but mostly for memory. I was nearly exactly six feet tall; not too tall, not short either. I couldn't wait to see Pacifica, and how she had changed. We stayed in contact for the first two years, calling and texting as often as possible, but we fell out of touch for the final half of my time away.
For the rest of the drive there, Mabel and I chatted about how different things could be when we got there, but then we stopped. We were starting to worry ourselves over how different it might be. Halfway, five hours in, we stopped for breakfast at some weird breakfast place. Their pancakes tasted nowhere nearly as good as Greasy's. Mabel texted our mom, saying where we were, and of course, they were furious, but we didn't care, we were almost official adults.
On the second half, Mabel volunteered to drive, feeling guilty that I was forced to do all of the packing and planning, and I grudgingly accepted. My truck was my baby. Only Mabel was more important than it. A-and Pacifica, of course, I'm not that uncaring.
As the moving of my truck became steady, I leaned my chair back, and sleep came over me like a wave.
I awoke to a punch in the chest, and I sat straight up. As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a sign that read, "Welcome to Gravity Falls, Oregon!" I was back in my favorite place in the world. Mabel pulled over the truck, and parked in the dirt in front of the sign. "We have to take a picture!" She insisted.
She handed me her phone, picked up Waddles with both arms, and I put an arm around her. I took a picture of the three of us in front of the sign, traded her phone for Waddles, lifting the pig back into the back seat.
"You ready to see how life changed here?" Mabel asked me, a worried smile on her face.
"Better late than never," I said, climbing into the cab.
She drove us down main street, all the way to the other side of the town, where the Mystery Shack was. I saw the Northwest Mansion up on the cursed hill where it sat. I wondered if they even cared about Pacifica leaving anymore. Passing Greasy's diner, my stomach growled. I remembered the day I complained there about not having any chest hair, and I laughed. I was already beginning to have the opposite of that problem.
Then it came upon us: the hill we had to drive over to get to the Shack. I rolled the windows down, prepared to say hello to our old friends.
As we rolled into the lot, the place looked the same. The 'S' on the roof was still down. The totem pole was still there, all seeing. Even Gompers was chewing a Pitt can off near the edge of the woods.
A tall blonde guy was washing a red scooter, and a shorter blonde girl had just started spraying him with the hose. His t-shirt was starting to get stuck to him, and soap was flying all over the place. The girl looked up, and my breath caught. It was her.
"STAN! Tourists at twelve o'clock!" Pacifica called inside.
"Twelve o'clock?! It's like 4:30!" A familiar old man called from inside the gift shop window.
Mabel laughed, and pulled our truck into the employee's lot. "I figure we should park here," Mabel said, and I shrugged.
We hopped out of the truck, Mabel grabbed Waddles, and we ran over to the two teens washing the scooter.
"Oh, if you are looking for the beginning of the tour, it's that way," the guy called, pointing towards the entrance of the gift shop. His blonde hair was short, and spiked up in the front. He wasn't insanely muscular, but was definitely better than just 'in shape'.
"JACOB!" Mabel exclaimed, rushing into his arms in a tackle. The two fell to the ground, Mabel getting soap and water all over her in the process.
"Um, that's my name, but who are…" Jacob looked at her, then looked at Waddles walking over towards him. "Mabel?" He asked, astonished. She nodded. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into an embrace. "It's been over a year since I've even talked to you! I've missed you so much! And, god, how you've changed! But, in a way, stayed the same too! God, I missed you. I can't believe… are you really-" She shut him up with a kiss.
When she finally allowed him to breathe, got off of him, and helped him up, she began her excited blabbering. "Oh my god, Jacob! How much I've changed? Look at you! You're like 6'5"!" She exclaimed. She dragged her hand from the top of her head to the top of his.
"That's a little bit of an exaggeration. I'm 6'2"!" Jacob exclaimed, taking her into another embrace.
"Still! Look at your arms! What have you been doing, lifting cars for fun?!" Mabel exclaimed, squeezing his biceps. I really didn't want to hear all of her fantasizing, and I turned to the more pressing matter before me.
Pacifica.
I looked at the girl with the hose in her hand, and the distant expression on her beautiful face. "Hey there," I said, breaking her out of her trance of staring at my sister and Jacob.
"Oh, yeah, hi. Uh, can I help you?" Pacifica asked, acting as if she didn't know me.
"Uh, Pacifica? It's me!" I said, taking my sunglasses off.
"I need a little bit more of a description than that, Pine Tree," she said, taking my hat off and examining it. "Wait a minute… Pine Tree… you've been to the Mystery Shack before?" Pacifica asked, replacing my hat to it's natural place.
"Pacifica, it's me, Dipper!" I exclaimed, grabbing her arms that dangled at her side.
Her face lit up. "Dipper! Ugh, how did I not realize that?! I even noticed the pine tree on your hat! How did I not know it was you?" She said, smacking her palm against her forehead.
"What other guy that looks exactly like Mabel would travel to the Shack with her?" I asked sarcastically. She glared at me. "Sorry."
My shirt suddenly was sprayed with a jet of freezing water. "What was that for?!" I exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the beautiful girl holding a hose smiling at me.
"That was for not texting me in three years, dork," Pacifica said, punching me in the shoulder. "And that was for not telling me you were coming." She grabbed my shirt and kissed me. "And that was for being so darn hot for such a nerd."
I grinned. Pacifica was even better than I remembered her. I gestured to the soapy scooter beside her. "What's that?"
"That's Jacob and I's earnings of three years, minus recreational stuff, and stuff we don't need, and school fees and everything," Pacifica said, looking at it with pride.
A little pain burned in my chest. "You and Jacob share a scooter?" I asked. I'm not jealous. Not at all.
"Yeah, why?" Pacifica asked, hopefully not seeing through my mask.
"I mean, is that all you guys need? Only a scooter for both of you?" I asked.
"Yes. I mean, all we do is go to school during the year, and we both still stay at the Shack. Plus, it's a pretty nice scooter. It's the newest model, and it's pretty fast and handles well. It doesn't take much gas. Stan pays well," Pacifica explained, grinning.
"Better than BeeplyBoop's, apparently," I remarked. The video game store I worked at barely sufficed to pay for my truck's gas. Pacifica snorted, then looked up at me.
"I missed you, dork."