BEFORE YOU READ
This first chapter contains events that took place during the final chapter of my story Catching a Shooting Star, so I advise you to read it to avoid any confusion. If you have, then enjoy! :D
'Well, I guess this is it…'
Dipper Pines swirled his drink absentmindedly as he watched the people who passed by him without much interest. It was his eighteenth birthday party, but the brunet didn't really feel like celebrating. For him and his sister, that small gettogether they were having in the living of the Mystery Shack held a bittersweet double meaning, since it was both a birthday party and a farewell party. After that day, he and Mabel would have to return home to start college, which also meant they would be heading their separate ways and wouldn't be seeing much of each other for the next four years or so. That thought alone made his stomach tighten.
Sighing through his nose, he brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip, the taste of the orange juice not feeling too sweet today. He eyed the room again to see if anything had changed, but everything still looked the same. Grenda was still stuffing her face with everything on the desert table and Candy was still showing off her new robot boyfriend to everyone in the room. Quite frankly, Dipper didn't know what she was thinking when she built herself a robot that looked so… feminine. She clearly needed to stop watching so much anime.
What did catch his eye, though, was the fact that someone was looking at him. And not just someone; a blonde he had not seen in a very long time.
He caught sight of Pacifica Northwest looking at him from the corner of his eye. She had her back turned to him as she faced the desert table, her head slightly turned back to look at him as she held an empty glass in one hand and a can of Pitt Cola in the other. When he turned his head towards her, she quickly turned hers back to the items in her hands and poured herself a drink.
Dipper cocked a brow at her reaction. Sure, they had had their problems in the past, but that was no reason for her to be avoiding him. They had settled their differences back when he helped her get rid of that ghost in her house. So, what was her problem?
He turned his head back around to look at something else and tried to forget all about it, but when he looked again she was gazing at him once more, which she tried to hide again. This happened a couple more times until he decided that enough was enough and walked up to her. He cleared his throat and she jolted upwards, dropping the bag of Chipackerz she was holding as she spun around to face him.
"D-Dipper!" she stuttered, awkwardly waving at him. "H-hi!"
"Hey, Pacifica." He greeted her, smiling slightly when he noticed the light blush on her cheeks. "What's up?"
"Oh, not much…" she giggled and twirled a finger in her hair, avoiding eye contact with the brunet before her. "Just enjoying this awesome party you've got going on here. Your uncles sure did a great – "
"Why are you avoiding me?"
He noticed her face pale as she finally looked him right in the eye, her expression one of utter confusion at his sudden remark and the now stern look on his face.
"Wh-what?" she asked. "I'm not – "
"You've been avoiding me all morning." He declared as he crossed his arms. "Don't think I didn't notice how you keep looking at me without giving me the time of day."
"N-no, it's not that!" she exclaimed, waving her hands in front of her. "I just – "
"Look, I get that you're sore because all that mess that happened five years ago made your family go bankrupt, but that's no reason to behave like that."
Pacifica's mouth quickly closed and her arms dropped, her eyes widening in what seemed like disbelief.
"Is that what you think this is about?" she questioned incredulously. "My family losing their fortune?"
"Well, what else could it be about?" he asked rhetorically with a shrug.
He saw the blonde's cheeks flush again, but this time in anger. She balled her hands into fists and narrowed her eyes, looking like she was about ready to murder him right there.
"You're a jerk, Dipper Pines!" she said as she pushed him away and headed towards the exit.
Dipper stared at her as she left the room without understanding what had just happened. If that wasn't the reason she was acting like that, then what was? He couldn't really think of anything else…
He decided to let it go for the moment and grabbed himself another drink, although he couldn't get the image of Pacifica's angry face out of his head.
"Maybe he's… busy?"
"With what? He told Time Baby he'd never go back to his evil demonic ways, which I think gives him a whole lot of free time."
Dipper's phone buzzed in his pocket right in the middle of the conversation he was having with his sister, his eyes widening when he pulled it out and looked at the screen.
"I, uh… I have to go… do something." He stammered, his face reddening as he made his way towards the door. "I'll be right back."
The brunet slowly closed the attic door behind him, glancing back down at his phone as he walked down the stairs. He had forgotten he had given Pacifica his number that one time, which had allowed to her to send him a text that made him feel a bit uneasy:
Downstairs. Break room. NOW.
He gulped almost unconsciously as he reached the hallway and turned left, where he stood in front of the door to the room where he and Mabel had found the electron carpet and which was now Ford's room, and occasionally the break room.
The door was ajar, but he felt it was best to knock, just in case. When no answer came from the other side, he gently pushed the door and peered inside. The room was dark and there didn't seem to be anyone in there, so he decided to enter and take a closer look.
"Pacifica?" he called out as he looked around, although there was no sign of her. Maybe she was still on her way.
Suddenly he heard the door slam hard behind him, which caused him to jump and quickly turn around. There stood a clearly displeased Pacifica, her left hand still on the door.
"You've got some nerve, Pines!" she exclaimed as she took a few steps towards him, menacingly pointing a finger at him.
"Me? What did I do?" Dipper asked confusedly.
"You have no right to accuse me of being just another dumb blonde who only cares about how much money she has!" she replied as she poked her finger on his chest. "How shallow do you think I am?"
"Alright, first of all, I said nothing of the sort. Second – "
"I know what you meant! I'm not stupid, Dipper!"
"OK, fine. I'm sorry and I take it back, but I still didn't like the way you treated me earlier."
"I didn't do anything to you!"
"Exactly! You just decided to ignore me on purpose and you still won't tell me why!"
Pacifica groaned loudly in frustration, burying her reddened face into her hands as she turned away from him.
"Oh my God, why do you have to be like that?" she said not a minute later, her tone making it clear that her teeth were clenched.
"Like what?" Dipper inquired, arching a brow.
"Like you always need to find out the truth about everything!" she yelled as she spun around, looking even angrier than before. "You act like everything around you is a mystery that you desperately need to solve!"
"Well, I wouldn't feel that way to begin with if people didn't keep secrets from me!" he retorted loudly.
"And what the heck makes you think that I'm keeping anything from you, huh?"
"I know you are! I've known you for a long time, Pacifica!"
"If you really knew me that well, you wouldn't've said what you did earlier!"
"I already apologized for that!" he practically screamed. "Geez, if you hate me that much, then why don't you just admit it?!"
"I don't hate you, you moron!"
"Well, you're not doing much to prove me wrong!"
"God, how can you possibly be such an idiot?!"
"Says the girl who can't even pronounce the word 'sharing'. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if you cracked open a book once in a while."
Next thing he knew her palm came in contact with his cheek with immense force, a loud slapping sound echoing through the empty room. He took his hand up to his face as stinging pain shot through his cheek, observing the now furious blonde as she breathed through her flared nostrils.
He had to admit he had gone too far. He had never seen Pacifica this mad; it was almost frightening.
Suddenly she grabbed his shirt with both her hands, and Dipper mentally braced himself for what she was about to do to him. He expected nothing other than a savage beating.
What he wasn't expecting was for her to pull him towards her so abruptly that their lips crashed with great force.
Dipper's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as she continued to kiss him hard, her grip on his shirt never lessening. He could feel his face heating up as he tried to process what was happening. All this time he thought Pacifica resented him for some reason, but clearly he had been wrong. Still, to have the blonde make out with him was the last thing he anticipated. He would be lying if he said he had never wanted that to happen, and even more if he said he wasn't enjoying it. Pacifica's lips were soft and seemed very experienced.
Just as he began to feel his knees weakening, she pulled away and looked up at him with quite an aroused expression as she panted heavily.
"Does this explain everything to you?" she exhaled, still holding onto his shirt.
"I… I g-guess so." He stammered, still trying to accept what had just happened. "But you could've said something earlier, you know?"
"Shut up."
She pulled him towards her again, but this time Dipper was ready. As soon as their lips met, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her over to the couch.
They remained like that for what felt like an eternity, their mouths never parting by even an inch. Dipper was in complete bliss, the feeling of her lips against his and her fingers intertwined in his messy brown locks sending him over the edge with ecstasy. When he woke up that morning he had no clue something like that could happen, but now he never wanted it to end. He just wanted to remain in that room with Pacifica in his arms forever.
Alas, their make out session was interrupted by what sounded like someone… snorting? They quickly opened their eyes and turned their heads towards the door, where they saw Mabel pressing her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from laughing at the smooching couple.
"M-Mabel?!" Dipper's voice cracked humorously in embarrassment, his cheeks reddening even more. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough." She smirked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "If you two lovebirds are done sucking face, I think Sir Dippingsauce needs to finish packing."
He released a loud groan as his sister turned around and walked away, giggling giddily to herself.
Pacifica couldn't help but laugh a bit herself as she looked at his annoyed face. His expression softened when he noticed how adorable she looked, her naturally pale skin now a bright shade of red.
"I guess I should go, huh?" he said as he loosened his grip on her.
Pacifica leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a very tight hug, which he gladly returned. He didn't want to leave, and neither did she, but they both knew he didn't have a choice.
"You better call me as soon as you get home." She whispered sultrily into his ear and pressed her lips against his cheek, sending chills down his spine.
She rose from her spot on the couch and adjusted her clothes and hair as best as she could, keeping her yes on his the entire time.
"I better go out the back door to avoid rising any suspicions." She declared as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Have a nice trip."
She began to make her way towards the door but Dipper quickly stopped her by turning her around and attacking her lips with a passionate kiss of his own, pushing her against the wall just as he felt her hands wrap around his torso. He pulled back a few seconds later, pressing his forehead against hers as they both tried desperately to catch their breath.
"I better go first." He panted. "It's safer that way."
"OK." She replied with a smile, moving her hands up to his shoulders.
"I'll miss you."
"Me too."
She planted another kiss on his other cheek, squeezing his shoulders as she did. He moved away from her and walked towards the door, from where he waved at her. She waved back, giving him the biggest smile he had ever seen on her.
As soon as he was out of the room, Dipper released a deep sigh. He had never felt so happy in all his life, not even when he had first met his great-uncle Ford. His heart was beating as fast as it could and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much, not to mention how hot they were. He never thought Pacifica reciprocated his feelings towards her, but now that he knew she did, he almost couldn't believe it. And he really hoped they would last.
For someone who had thought that day was going to be a bad one, it turned out to not be so bad after all.
AUTHOR'S NOTE (PLEASE READ)
Aww, ain't that cute… BUT IT'S WRONG! xD LOL JK
So here I am again, this time with a Dipcifica fic! :D I had this idea on my mind for a while, and I'm glad I finally took the time to start it.
This story will be about three chapters long and will focus on the evolution of Dipper and Pacifica's relationship, starting from this point. I'm on break from college until February, so I hope to update faster than usual.
I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter and stick around for the next ones ^^
