Hello again! Sorry about pausing GFA (Gravity Falls Adventures) for this, but I wanted to try writing a DipperXPacifica story, because I've fallen in love with the ship. Thought I should try to explain how they got together. MabelXMermando will play into this later. I really hope it's good, because this is my first fanfic where a ship will take center stage. There will be mood music suggestions later. R&R, and let me know if I should ditch this and rework it into the main story of GFA, or if I should ditch it altogether.

"Welcome to the Mystery Shack Mystery Dance of Mystery!" Stan exclaimed to the crowd. "The first true Mystery Dance, as nobody knows their date until halfway through! At precisely 10:00, the drawing begins, and you will meet the lucky or unlucky guy or gal who will be your date for the rest of the night!" Stan paused and then quickly mumbled an afterthought. "Oh, yeah, there's also a ten-dollar entry fee."

Dipper shook his head. His uncle could be a thieving con man sometimes. But this dance wasn't his idea. It was Dipper's. He knew that his uncle wanted to throw another party, so he decided to use this as his chance to make an impression on Wendy. However, he didn't rig the system, so he had no idea who he would end up with. He was really nervous. What if it's Candy? Dipper thought. Or even Grenda? I'm not sure I could take that. It would be too awkward.

The door blew open, and in stormed Pacifica. Why am I even here? She thought angrily. I hate Mabel. Stan drives me nuts. And Dipper... Pacifica stopped. Did she really hate Dipper? He was smart, and interesting, and funny (though she would never say that to his face), and even... cute. Though she would never admit it, Dipper was cute. Pacifica shook her head. No, she thought, I can't like Dipper. I hate his stupid sister, and I hate him. But she knew she was lying.

Dipper saw Pacifica walk into the room. Great, he thought, that jerk. She's mean to Mabel, had a mob pelt Grunkle Stan with tomatoes, and... Dipper stopped. Did he really hate Pacifica? She'd never been mean to him. And he liked the way she stood up for herself, and wouldn't take anything from anyone. And, if he was honest, she was cute. Even hot. But he would never say that to her. She knew he liked Wendy. He knew he liked Wendy. No, he thought, I can't like Pacifica. She hates Mabel, and I hate her. But he knew he was lying.

Mabel was bored. She had only entered the drawing at the last minute, because she knew Mermando wouldn't be there. Look at the bright side, she thought,it can't be that bad. The gnomes hate loud noises, and Gideon's in jail. I'll just wait till' then and see how it goes.

The party went smoothly (the only mishap involved a glass of punch and the last strawberry bonbon) until 10:00. Dipper was standing over by he punch bowl, watching Soos DJ. He's really getting better, Dipper thought. He just isn't good at putting songs into genres. Earlier, Soos had identified the song "Brighter than the Sun" by Colbie Calliat as "classic rock."

"Alright, cool cats," said Stan, who was under the impression that people still said this, "It's time to start making couples!"

Dipper tensed. Who will I get? He thought. Wendy? I hope. Mabel? No, Grunkle Stan would make sure that never happened. Candy? Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Pacifica... No. I can't afford to think like that. Not Pacifica.

Across the room, Pacifica was nervous. Who will I get? She thought. Robbie? No, I don't think Stan would pair me up with a highschooler. This weirdo behind me with long hair and a moustache? God, I hope not. Dipper... No. Not Dipper. No way, no how.

"The first pair... is... Robbie and Tambry!" Stan had started the pairing. Dipper's heart leapt. Robbie was out of the running! He didn't get Wendy! "Matt... and Jean. Thompson... and Maddie. Mark Mando? Who? Anyway, Mark Mando and... Mabel." The guy with the moustache behind Pacifica moved over towards Mabel.

"Oh, my god!" Mabel said. "Mermando! You're HERE! And you have LEGS!"

"Yes," said Mermando. "I asked my older brother to cast a spell on me after a poster for this dance sank to our realm. I have legs and can stay out of water for tonight. Until 2:00, to be precise."

Mabel and Mermando happily walked off, talking about everything under the sun, and the water. Dipper was sweating. Two more couples got paired up. Stan seemed to be enjoying himself. All right, thought Dipper, who's left? Megan, Candy, Grenda, Tish, WENDY. Please, let it be Wendy. Dipper purposefully didn't think about Pacifica. "The next couple... is... Dipper..." time seemed to slow down. "a...n...d... P...a...c..i..fica." Dipper almost fell over from the shock.

Pacifica was about ready to die. Not Dipper, she thought. Why me? I would rather have Moustache then Dipper.

Dipper was about ready to die. Pacifica? He thought. She'll eat me alive. They walked towards each other.

"Hi," said Dipper.

"Hello, Dipper," Pacifica replied. Dipper thought he might have detected a hint of shyness in her voice, but decided he imagined it.

Stan finished pairing up the guests, then Soos queued up a new song. "Dancing Queen" by ABBA began playing through the speakers. {music: Dancing Queen}

"Oh, great," Dipper mumbled to himself. He had momentarily forgotten Pacifica was with him.

"What?" Pacifica asked.

"I, um, know all the lyrics to this song," Dipper muttered, embarrassed.

"Really?" Pacifica said, sneering. Then her tone softened. "I do too. I used to listen to it all the time."

They went to sit down, each thinking that the night might not be so bad after all.