Pacifica Northwest wasn't happy. Sure she had things, lots of expensive things. But they didn't make her happy.
The only time she had felt somewhat happy, was that summer six years ago, with Dipper and Mabel Pines. She felt like she was the only one who hadn't gotten letters from them or phone calls.

If fact, it was like they had forgotten completely about her. She would walk down the street to school or the mall and see people with special made Mabel sweaters or looking at pictures of the twins or reading the hand written letters they had sent them.

It wasn't like she knew that they would magically just start writing to her. She wrote emails to them. Sent letters, texted them, called them. Any form of communication possible she did. But their calls went straight to voice mail and not one of her letters
got a response.

It was her last day of senior year. She was sitting in the commons of Gravity Falls high school finishing her response to a university in California. Candy and Grenda turned a corner and walked down the main hallway.

"Hey Pacifica." Candy said gleefully.
"Hi Candy." She said softly.
"Did you see Dipper and Mabel's senior pictures.
Mabel's still looks the same, but puberty was fantastic to Dipper." She said holding up two photos to Grenda.
"No, I didn't, they haven't written to me since they left six years ago." Candy and Grenda looked up at the girl.
"Really!" They said.
"Really." Candy looked at the pictures and handed them to Pacifica.
Mabel's was as she expected. She was on a horse, in a long white skirt and a tight tie-dye tank top. She was wearing a flower crown and was bare foot. She was smiling and wasn't looking directly at the camera, but to the side.
Dippers was amazing. She had just pictured a twelve year old Dipper just taller, she was wrong. He was tall, yes, but he also had muscles. His picture he was standing next to a barn. His blue plaid shirt was unbuttoned and showing a white v-neck. Jeans
were pulled up and weren'tbaggy and black converse were laced up with slightly dirty shoe laces. His bangs were brushed to the side of his head and was longer and straighter. He was also looking away from the camera, but in more of a natural
way. He looked like a fireman or a model, or one of Wendy's brothers.
"We're going down there next year to see them." Candy said taking to pictures. Pacifica looked up and stood.
"You know where they live?"
"Ya, here's there address." Grenda handed Pacifica a piece of paper. Pacifica's eyes widened. She was going to see them. She was going to go to Pendmont and see them.
"Can I borrow this." Candy smiled
"Your going to Pendmont aren't you." Pacifica blushed and nodded. She stood, grabbing her backpack, she ran outside to her car. It was purple and a new model of convertible. She threw her bag in the back and got into the driver seat. She pulled out and
started to drive to the free way.
By eleven, she pulled over and curled her self up. If she had known that it would have been freezing, she would have packed clothes. Just a short, flimsy skirt and a white sweater with nothing but a purple bra on under it was not going to cut it.
She looked up from her steering wheel and saw a sign. Three miles to Pendmont. She took a breath and pulled out. She found herself at a gated community. There was a speaker.
"Hello." She said into it.
"Are you here to see anyone?" A husky voice came out.
"House 632?" She said. There was a moment of silence before the gate opened and she drove on. She pulled over at the house. It was the least likely house to have Dipper and Mabel living in it.
It was a deep Crimson color with black roof and white front door. The lawn infront was nicely cut and the flowers that were planted along the walk way were perfectly trimmed. The only evidence of the twins living there was the "beware of pig" sign
next to the front door.
She was relieved to see the front windows lit with light. She opened the car and was hit with wind. There was lightning and heavy rain poured on her. She was soaked. Her sweater was no longer doing its job, as it was now transparent.
She ran up to the front door and looked at the wet screen of her phone. It was eleven thirty. She raised a frozen hand and knocked.
There were fast footsteps and a woman with long brown hair and a black skirt suit stood in the doorway.
"Oh my god, come in." She said. She put her hand on Pacifica's back and helped her in.
Locking the door, they walking into a beautifully decorated family room. The fireplace was lit and casted shadows in the room. It was warm and felt more like a home than the minor ever was.
Pictures of the twins were sitting on the mental place under a large television. The woman sat her down on the crimson sofa and gave her a brown blanket.
"You must be Pacifica." She said. Her smile was just like Mabel's.
"Ya, I, uh, came here to see them. They haven't written to me, or returned my calls or..."
"Dipper! Mabel!" The woman yelled. There were thumps from upstairs and Dipper and Mabel ran into the room.
"Mom, what" they noticed the blond sitting on the couch.
"Pacifica!" Mabel cried out and jumped onto the couch, crushing her in a hug.
"She just told me that you haven't written or called her is six years. Dipper looked confused and Mabel looked at her mom.
"We have. We sent her hundreds of letters. Called her all the time." Pacifica looked up at them. The picture didn't do Dipper justice.
He was hot. Mabel was no longer dipper with eye lashes and blush. She looked more like a girl. She was pretty.
"I never got any of those." She said, then it hit her. Her parents had always gotten the mail. They had full access to her phone. She started to cry. She put her head in her hands and sobbed. Dipper ran to her side and put his arms around her.
"Why do that hate me!" She sobbed. Dippers mom and Mabel stood and left the room and into the kitchen through a swinging wooden door.
"I'm sorry." She said lowering her hands.
"I should never have come here, to know what my parents did to me." Dipper turned his head to look at her.
"Hey, come on Paz, it's not your fault. You didn't know that they were doing this to you. We got your letters and the ones where you were telling us about everything, it crushed us. We just wish that you knew we were here for you, and we always will be."
She looked up at him, tear marks were on her cheeks and falling down her neck. He was about to lean in, when she wipped the tears from her eyes. She stood and so did he.
"Thank you for being so sweet." She said holding his cheeks and smiling. She walked up the stairs to Mabel's room. Dipper sat down on the couch and sighed. Mabel walked down the stairs and sat next to him.
"You going to tell her?" He sighed
"It's to late, I'm stuck in the friend zone."