Day 1: Firsts
The first time he heard what a crush was, he was nine. And of course, Mabel was the one who experienced it.
"What's a crush?" he asked simply, his eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"It's the most wonderful feeling! You get all fluttery on the inside, and feel like you're on top of the world! And every time you see the person, you think you're gonna melt into a puddle from happiness! And you end up drawing pictures of the two of you, and naming your kids, and writing your names on everything!" Mabel explained, sighing as she finished, and stared dreamily into space.
Dipper simply rolled his eyes at his sister's over dramatic explanation.
"Thanks for clearing that up for meMabel," he said sarcastically.
Mabel didn't catch on.
"You're welcome!" she replied cheerily, skipping away to go pick flowers.
Dipper shook his head.
"I'm never gonna have a crush,"
The first time he actually had a crush, he was twelve.
She was tall, brave, and practically covered in plaid. Her long, red hair and deep brown eyes caused his cheeks to heat up. His insides practically floated whenever she was near. His legs felt like jell-o and his tongue like lead.
"You're crazy man!" she had told him once after he had run headfirst into a battle with a gigantic vampire bat.
"Th-thanks!" he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his hands sweating.
"Why'd you do that anyway dude?" Wendy asked, curiosity settling in.
"You needed me. I'd never leave you behind,"
"Awww! Thanks Dip! You're the best friend ever!" she exclaimed, affectionately messing up his hair.
"Yeah, the best friend. Ever," he sighed, watching the girl he had first felt feelings for walk away into the sunset. Without him.
She turned and waved happily to him, a smile plastered on her face, to which he responded in kind.
That was the first time he found out what the friendship zone was.
The first time he found out he had another crush, he was fifteen.
He and Mabel had returned to Gravity Falls for the Summer, like they did every Summer.
Mabel's friends had all been out of town, all except for Pacifica Northwest, who happily greeted Mabel as soon as she bounded off the bus in all her sweatered glory.
"So good to see you Pacifica!" the older twin exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the girl who had once been her sworn enemy.
"You too Mabel!" she replied honestly.
She looked around her friend, and her cheeks suddenly had a light dusting of pink across them.
"I see you brought this Dork along," she said, pointing to the other twin with her thumb.
Dipper looked at the blonde for the first time since he had arrived, and instantly, butterflies filled his stomach. His legs felt like jell-o. His tongue felt like lead. His cheeks heated up.
"Good to see you too Pacifica" he said, trying to keep his voice from squeaking.
She simply smiled.
His insides felt like an entire butterfly pavilion had been set free in them.
"Oh no," he thought.
The first time he experienced jealousy he was seventeen.
They had been invited to the Northwest mansion, that Pacifica was able to convince Old Man McGucket to allow the Northwest family to stay in, for the second biggest party of the entire year.
Pacifica had been able to convince the man that she now affectionately called uncle, to allow one day for just the fancy people, as well as a day for everyone in the town to come.
The fancy one was always held first, and the Pines twins were always invited every year.
Dipper had been minimally enjoying himself by sipping on his cider, when a flash of blonde caught his eye.
He smiled at the thought of who it was as he began to approach her.
Then he stopped in his tracks.
She was with another young man who was obviously royalty. And she was smiling. And laughing. And it wasn't with Dipper.
He squeezed his fist closed around his cider glass, shattering it with the force. He ground his teeth at the sight before him, jealousy gnawing at his insides. He didn't care that he had left a stain on the Northwest's favorite carpet pattern.
He marched straight up to the couple, only one thought on his mind.
"Dipper!" Pacifica exclaimed when she saw him."I'd like you to meet,"
But her words were cut short by Dipper grabbing her face with his hands and crashing his lips to meet hers.
She was shocked for a moment before she melted into the kiss, placing her hands on his chest and closing her eyes in complete bliss.
Dipper finished as abruptly as he had started, and glared at the offended teenager that the couple had for an audience.
"Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, his nose mere inches from the royal snob.
He pulled Pacifica to the dance floor and they settled into a steady sway.
"What was that?" she asked him.
"I was j-just. Oh man! Did I just make a fool out of myself?" he asked, extremely concerned now.
Pacifica smiled and shook her head.
"I just wanted to give him a show. One that would make him stay away from you,"
"Dipper Pines, were you jealous?" she asked, the hint of a smile playing at her lips.
"No!"
There was a pause.
"Maybe," he muttered.
The current song ended and the orchestra began another piece, this one a little more fast paced.
"You wanna put a show on for all these other snobs?" he asked her.
"Oh yes please!" she replied.
Dipper spun her around and dipped her, causing her to laugh as he gave her a smirk.
"Let's do this,"
The first time he fell in love, he was eighteen.
He realized it after they had finished a conversation via video chat. She had laughed at another one of his, "dumb jokes", and he nearly sighed upon hearing the sound.
"I'll talk to you later Dipper! Bye!" Pacifica said, waving to him and offering him a wide grin.
He waved back and smirked at her.
"Bye Pacifica. Don't be a stranger!"
She replied by sticking her tongue out at him, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh go count your pairs of shoes already Diva!" he teased her.
She giggled before replying with, "Only if you go writing that dumb journal of your's you big nerd!"
He laughed and said goodbye again and Pacifica did the same.
He stared blankly at his empty laptop screen, wishing that that insufferable and beautiful blonde was still there.
"Love you," he whispered to his empty room.
He fell back on his bed, his hands laying across his stomach and his eyes trained on the ceiling.
"Love you so much,"