If there was one thing Pacifica Northwest hated, it was heat. She could barely hide her sweat or keep her hair and makeup in place, which to her was a fate worse than death. Okay, maybe being dead would be a bit worse, but she was too busy to think about that kind of stuff. The current issue she was facing probably was worse than death or looking anything less than perfect, it was the fact that she was stuck on a blind date with a sweater-wearing freak.

"You took blind-date literally, didn't you?" Pacifica asked Mabel, trying to not be embarrassed. It wasn't like anybody else was there with them.

But that means it's just me and her alone, Pacifica thought. That's awful.

Mabel took off her blindfold. "Well, maybe." She gasped. "Pacifica, are you, m-my date?"

Pacifica wished she hadn't mentioned the blindfold, because then she could have snuck off and called for help.

"This is awesome!" Mabel said, jumping up. "We can have an epic summer romance!"

"Are you on drugs?" Pacifica asked. "Like I'd date a loser like you."

"But this will be great," Mabel said. "We can put aside our differences, hang out, maybe even. . ." Mabel smiled, showing off her large braces. "Maybe we could make out. Wouldn't that be awesome?"

Pacifica growled. Her friend Mona had said she'd found a really cool guy from one of her sister's friends, and she'd believed her. The blind date had been set up pretty quickly, mostly so Pacifica would waste some quick time. If she hadn't she would have been forced to go to dinner with her parents.

What's worse? Pacifica asked herself. Dinner with my boring parents or private time with Mabel Pines?

"We can't do this," Pacifica said. "We're, uh, both girls." The excuse had been quick, the best she could think of.

"Yeah we can," Mabel said. "There's nothing wrong with that."

Pacifica wanted to scream. "I'm not a lesbian, okay? I just decided to do a stupid blind date so I wouldn't have to go out and eat dinner with my parents! Besides, do you think I'd wear flannel or drive a Ford?"

Mabel giggled. "But my knitting teacher back at home is a lesbian and she doesn't wear flannel or drive a Ford."

"Someone taught you how to knit?" Pacifica was unable to hide the disgust in her voice. Not only were her sweaters childish and tacky, but they were also homemade. Now she could understand why they were so bad.

"Yeah!" Mabel pulled a bright green ball of yarn seemingly out of nowhere and begin to knit. Man, she really was a freak. "I can make you one if you want."

"Don't you hate me?"

Mabel looked up from her knitting. "Well, you have been a jerk to me. Still, why not try to make amends tonight? If it weren't for you I wouldn't have Waddles or my two new friends."

"Go date one of those losers," Pacifica muttered.

"Why?" Mabel asked. "You seem pretty cool."

"Can I leave?" Pacifica asked, pulling out her Nokia.

"Um, if you want. . ." Mabel whispers. "I mean, I wouldn't want to make you do something you don't want to do. I know what that feels like."

"And aren't you straight? You dated Gideon."

"I really don't know what I am."

"You don't even know if you're human."

Mabel glared at her. "Maybe you are just a big jerk."

Pacifica continued texting her friends to see if one of them could pick her up. This had to have been a big misunderstanding, maybe a prank at its worst.

"Where exactly are we?" Mabel asked. "I was just told to come to this random address, so I did."

"I don't know either," Pacifica said. "The same thing happened to me." Pacifica dropped her phone in shock.

"What's wrong?" Mabel asked, grabbing it from the ground. Not even a scratch was on the phone. "Wow, this really is indestructible!" Her bright tone quickly diminished when she read the screen.

SOMEONE SENT YOU THE WRONG ADDRESS. GET OUT RIGHT NOW.

"Do you have any idea where we are?" Mabel asked.

"No," Pacifica said. "But it's not like we should start freaking out."

Mabel smiled. "You're right. Come on, let's see what's around while we wait for our ride."

The address had been in front of an old arcade, one that had closed years ago once the home video game system was released.

"We should go inside and see if anything still works!" Mabel said.

"So exciting," Pacifica said, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, it's not like we have anything else to do. And what could possibly go wrong?"

Despite her best judgment, Pacifica decided she'd go inside for a while. None of her friends could arrange for her a ride, and if her parents picked her up she'd end up at a fancy restaurant with them.

The door hadn't even been locked. Inside, the place was covered in dust.

"Ewe," Pacifica whispered.

"Come on, it'll be awesome." Mabel flicked a light switch, but no light came on. "Oh, they really did cut the electricity."

"Who'd waste the money keeping the lights on in this abandoned place?" Pacifica asked, leaning against a long turned off Pacman game.

"You're right, but I just think it'd be cool if we suddenly found the electricity to be working."

Pacifica rolled her eyes. "I might as well walk home."

"No way, it's really dark out!"

"And it's really dark in here. What's your point, Pines?"

Mabel frowned. "I guess you're right. Can I walk with you, though? It's really scary out tonight."

"Like anything could happen in this dumpy town."

"I've seen some weird stuff happen here."

"And yet you tramp around as if nothing bad can ever happen. Mabel, you're hopeless."

Mabel put her hands on her hips. "Hey, don't say that about me!"

Pacifica wiped some dirt off of her nails. "Let's just get going."

As they headed back towards the main part of town, Pacifica felt a pain in her stomach. She ignored it, thinking it just meant she should grab some food somewhere after this. Right now pizza sounded really good, and she walked faster at the thought of it.

"Want to hear a scary story?" Mabel asked.

"Not right now. The real scary story is what I'm going to do if I don't get some food soon."

"Oh, I want food!" Mabel said, licking her lips. "I know this really good pizza place we can go to!"

Pacifica rolled her eyes. "Actually, I think I'll just get a burger. Enjoy your pizza."

"Oh, it's all right if you want something else!" Mabel said. "I'll go anywhere with you. We can get anything you want, because I will eat anything."

Pacifica internally laughed at that, picturing Mabel literally eating anything.

"Or maybe I can get someone to pick us up some food. I can call Dipper and he can bring us something."

"What a deep relationship," Pacifica mocked. "Do you just call him and say, 'Hey Dipper, can you come bring me some Taco Bell?' or something?"

"Yeah!" Mabel said. "He can definitely do that for us."

"I'll pass," Pacifica said. "My stomach can hold out a few more miles."

That's when the area around them brightened, and Mabel pulled Pacifica into the trees.

"What did you do that for?" Pacifica yelled, then turned her head to where Mabel was pointing at. A car with their headlights turned on had just sped past where they had been standing. "Oh, uh, thanks."

"No problem!" Mabel said. "So, let's keep going."

They walked a mile or so when the same thing repeated, Mabel pulling Pacifica into the bushes.

"Again?" Pacifica asked. "Uh, and it even looked like the same car!"

They continued walking, making it to the main part of town. Pacifica quickly whispered to Mabel, "This wasn't a date; we aren't a couple. I'm going to go get pizza, and you can go continue doing whatever it is you do. We aren't even friends. Go hang out with your loser friends or something, but get away from me." She wiped her hands on her dark blue denim jacket. "Goodbye, Mabel Pines."

Mabel walked into the Mystery Shack, then headed into the kitchen. She dug some candy out of the pantry and stuffed in her mouth. She'd tried so hard to be nice to Pacifica, but she'd still been Pacifica Northwest. If you looked "jerk" up in the dictionary, you'd see Pacifica as an example.

"What happened?" Wendy asked, having stayed over to watch movies with Soos and Dipper while Mabel went on her date. "Did I set you up with the right guy or what? And why were you back so early?"

"Wendy, you set me up with Pacifica."

"Huh?" Wendy asked. "But the address I gave you was for a friend's house, where you'd meet their brother."

"It was in front of an abandoned arcade."

"Oh, you must have got it wrong. I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." Mabel said, grabbing another piece of chocolate, ripping off the wrapper, and popping it in her mouth. "I'm not mad. Maybe I'll just stop with the boy stuff for a while."

Waddles waddled into the room, squealing at the sight of Mabel.

Mabel patted the pig's head. "At least I can rely on you."

"Want to come watch the movie with us?" Wendy asked, pointing towards the living room. "It's a really corny horror flick."

Mabel smiled. "Yeah, that sounds fun."

Lil' Gideon sighed, painting over a new doll. He'd never expected to make one for Pacifica Northwest, and he hopes she'd end up in the trash. His first attempt at getting Mabel back hadn't worked because someone else had misspelled an address. He still had plenty of time.

"This can't be so hard," he whispered, casually playing with the Mabel doll. "No, it really can't be."

Pacifica had just been a tiny mistake, one that could easily be done away with. It wasn't as if she and Mabel would end up together again. Soon Mabel would be all alone when she was most vulnerable.

Lil' Gideon couldn't suppress his smile at the thought.