Won't be there. Forever.
Chapter I: Heritage Lost
Before you...I was nothing. But an empty heart.
Tired of giving myself, to those who did all the taking of me.
Who sold my trust and took the feeling...
Amongst the cold and empty hollows of the gravity falls park. Spaces between old cracked stone, raised upon a pedestal a false figure with his arm in a strong, mighty leading gesture. Ribbons and streamers gently slithering by, the loose and smooth cobble doing nothing to impede their wavy advance. A single figure stood in the chilling cold of the afternoon twilight. The festive pioneer costumes of a time copied, now long pass. Taking the fluffy brown coon tailed hat and letting it dip before falling softly to the stone below. Her usually sharp sarcastic blue eyes were a tone of dull dark lapis. Her hands balled into tight, angry fists, sharp manicured nail's digging into her smooth flesh. Letting out a choked cry somewhere between a growl and whimper. Reaching down and picking up a stone in hand before launching it at the statue of her great, great, great grandfather...not a founder. Not even a man of dignity. An idiot. A SHIT shoveler. The rock made a loud bang as it struck his telescope, its lowest part letting out a cry as it broke and tumbled to the ground below. Turning fast the young, energetic, and 'popular' blonde clutched her hair. The girl named Pacifica, letting out a small rasp, "You fake..." Turning with teary eyes. "And all I am...I...I'm a sham?" She brushed the now messy and unorganized strands of blonde tuft from her face, turning and running off and away from the leering reminder of what was not true. Her soft soles of carefully made crème boots smacking against mixed cobble turn to cement.
Pacifica didn't stop, now eyes blurred with tears as she kept her run through the empty town streets. What few people who did wander looked at the girl strangely before simply not caring about it enough to investigate. All except for a single lone soul. Seeing the popular blonde rush past in the open streets made a brown haired boy cringe. Perhaps...revenge was overrated...he though, looking on at the girl's waving blonde hair, as she ran farther. Sighing Dipper wasn't mean, no...Not like that, but she was...just plain horrid. Letting out a breath he groaned. The only reason we was even back here was to pick up some yarn for Mabel, and some other things for himself. His thoughts were cut short by the feeling of a small wet expansion on his left arm. Looking over to see a rather large drop of rain rolling down his skin, as another smashed against the street in front of him. "Perfect. Just...perfect" Shaking his head and yanking the umbrella Mabel had, mysteriously given him (Now with obvious purpose) he ran in the same direction as the blonde girl. Thinking with annoyance, 'you're really lucky I get guilt tripped easy Pacifica'.
Pacifica herself was now slowing down, her eyes downcast as she finally let her surroundings attack her senses. The smell of pine, and the unfamiliar jagged and unevenness of the road. Looking down to see she'd strayed out and onto the back road type section of town. She thought it couldn't get any worse...that is before the sky seemed to scream at her, and spit down balls of hard icy rain. Pacifica groaned as she felt her hair fall, and her boots make soft squishing noise's in the muddy composition of the road. But what did it matter...a simple thing really. But after she'd read the papers...everything she'd knew. The girl sighed and sat on a small fallen tree, letting the rain soak her now...perhaps...just perhaps she deserved it. All these years. Feeling her stomach groan she wished she'd eaten breakfast now, remembering the steaming argument she'd had with her mom.
Pacifica simply was too excited to eat...she always was around this time of year. The holiday made her...proud. Proud of herself, her family. But it was insane...the damn woman went berserk after she'd just refused to finish her drink. Of course...they always had that funny taste, the morning taste...after a night of sleep and a dry mouth upon awakening. She didn't indulge in the though much longer, before she felt...strange.
She felt...lighter? Suddenly looking up she realized why, the relentless rain, it had been stopped. By a small, blue and green umbrella. It's holder, let out a sigh before she swung her head over in his direction. The boy chuckled at her expression, and was surprised at the how fast she turned, afraid she might have accidently snapped her own neck. Pacifica was at a loss for words as the boy sat, removing his almost always ever present blue tree cap, and ruffling a hand through his tousled brown hair. "Pacifica...I.". Dipper swallowed his pride and roughly spoke, "I'm sorry about today. Alright, I'm just looking out for Mabel...and" He was interrupted as a soft chuckled rang through the hum of rainfall. Looking over in surprise as Pacifica began to laugh. In an way Dipper was perplexed, and disturbed. Her laugh sounded different, even the general way she moved, posture, arms, legs, and eyes. It...was genuine. Pacifica spoke through her laughs, all her words came through the hysterical contortion of sound. "You...you ruin me with that...and now? Your apologizing...for THAT!" She laughed harder and slowly calmed down, whipping a few tears from her eyes, "Dipper Pines, you are in so many ways like your sister. But at the same time like a whole different person." She said in a chuckle. Furrowing his brow Dipper retorted, "Well, I didn't have to come back and not let you soak in the rain."
Pacifica smirked and took a few moments to compose herself, before finally asking the question that had been scratching at her throat since he showed up, "So what's your angle Pine's? Blackmail? Money? Special Services?" She said with a sly sarcastic tone, the last of which made the brunette boy blush intensely. "No! I...I just get guilt tripped easily. Even if you are my sister's mortal rival...I don't know I feel kind of bad up and ruining your life and stuff." He shuddered, looking away from her. Pacifica put on a sympathetic face, rare for the popular, queen bee. Releasing a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding the blonde stood, Dipper quickly rising as well, but not before smacking his head on the umbrella. "Thank you." She choked. The word came up unfamiliar, and foreign. Dipper looking at her with wide brown eyes as she tilted her head and looked at him annoyed. "Well? I accept your apology, alright."
Dipper nodded before he spoke once more, "Hey. You're not going to walk back to...wherever you live in this are you?" Pursing her lips she turned to the boy and crossed her arms, "Well first I'll call my driver, that is if anyone's willing to give me a phone. It's not like any of my girls want me over soaking wet anyways". The brunettes bit his lip contemplating his actions, 'do I just leave her to her own choice? I mean Pacifica could defiantly hander herself...I think...I mean, isn't it pretty messed up to just leave someone in the rain?'. Dipper sighed and mentally growled, 'Fine moral conscious you win again.'
"Hey. If you want, I guess it'd be okay if you hung around the mystery shack for your ride." Pacifica looked back at him intrigued, 'Dipper pines, you are...a strange boy.' Nodding she relented, "Fine, I guess, but if that creep Stan try's to kick me out, I'm going to rupture his kidneys." Dipper let out a breathy chuckle before the two began walking. The short trek to the Mystery Shack was through a small collection of muddy puddles, and some old creaky steps...
Chapter II : Halfway Sleepover.
It seem's like I can't ever find any really 'deep' Dipper x Pacifica Shipping, :/ always secret Pacifica loves dipper stuff. Thought it should start out and kind of go from that.