Fears (Mabifica)

"What are you afraid of?"

Pacifica blinked, somewhat surprised by the sudden question. She looked over at Mabel, who was seated beside her in a lawn chair.

Neither of them could sleep, so they decided to head up to the roof of the Mystery Shack to enjoy the stars and make small talk. Pacifica had asked her parents to spend the night at the Pines residence and, surprisingly, they agreed; after telling her to make sure no one actually saw that she was spending the night there, of course.

Pacifica shifted her gaze, swallowing a lump that had formed in her throat "Um… Well…" She turned to face Mabel "You go first. What are you afraid of?" Pacifica, while she was really trying to postpone answering, truly was curious as to what Mabel was afraid of. As far as Pacifica knew, Mabel wasn't really afraid of much.

Mabel let out a small hum, tapping her chin in a thoughtful manner "Well…" she began "I'm not a huge fan of heights," she said. Pacifica raised an eyebrow "Then how can you stand being on the roof?" she asked. Mabel smiled "Oh, well, it's just when I'm really high up. This is okay. So long as I don't look down," she explained. Pacifica let out a small "huh," sitting back in her lawn chair.

"I was never too big on sharks either. Well… I like them, but they can be pretty scary if they try to eat me or something," Mabel continued.

Pacifica closed her eyes, folding her hands in her lap. She enjoyed this; listening to Mabel talk. It helped calm her nerves.

"I'd hate to lose my family too…" Mabel shifted her gaze to Pacifica "So…" she began, "What about you?"

Pacifica let out a breath through her nose, opening her eyes half way and staring up at the star filled sky "Bells… I… I've never been too big a fan of bells…" she mumbled. Pacifica felt a wave of nervousness wash over her "My biggest fear though… Is the future."

Mabel smiled "Well, everyone's afraid of that. Even I'm a little nervous about what could happen," she said, gnawing on the inside of her cheek to fight back a nervous laugh that wanted to escape her.

Pacifica shook her head, sitting up "No, I'm worried because I know what's going to happen," she said "I'll turn out just like my parents. Cold, heartless, - pretty soon there won't even be a Pacifica Northwest anymore. It'll just be make-up, expensive body lotions, and an unimpressed expression that's carved into my body."

Mabel frowned and got up off her chair. She walked over to Pacifica and positioned herself so their eyes were level. Pacifica stared into Mabel's soft brown eyes. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn she'd seen a small spark of… understanding… As if Mabel knew how she felt. That she was worried about becoming just like her parents… Or, maybe her great uncle Stan?

Mabel smiled softly, the understanding quickly hidden by reassurance "Pacifica, you will never end up like your parents. Ya wanna know why? Because you are a sweet person. And I know your parents might seem like bad people, but deep down I know, that you know that they care about you."

Pacifica felt tears burning in the corners of her eyes. She got up off the chair, wrapping Mabel into a tight embrace. Mabel was surprised at first, but quickly returned the hug "Thank you…" Pacifica breathed, her voice nearly breaking "Thank you…"

Mabel smiled softly "You're welcome."

Pacifica released Mabel from the hug, staring into her eyes. She swallowed, quickly placing a soft kiss on Mabel's forehead. Mabel jumped slightly in surprise. She hadn't expected Pacifica to do that. To be honest, Pacifica didn't even expect to do that.

Pacifica quickly turned on her heels and walked over to the ladder leading down to the shack gift shop. Her face was flushed red, and she had covered her mouth with her hand "I'll go get more soda," she mumbled, beginning her descent down the ladder.

Mabel stood there for a few seconds before slowly putting a hand to her forehead where Pacifica had kissed it. She blinked a few times "All those guys I chased after…" she mumbled "Kept me from chasing after someone else… Someone… I really liked…" Mabel shifted her gaze up to the stars "This is okay, right? I can... I can like girls… Right?"

Mabel shook her head and walked over to her lawn chair, taking a seat "Who am I kidding? Pacifica probably only did that as a thank you or somethin'. After all, girls kiss each other all the time. No way she likes me. No way at all." Yet Mabel's mind still lingered on the idea of being with Pacifica; being more then friends; dating her.

"What would it feel like?" she wondered "To hold her hand, or to hold her in my arms, or be with her? What would it be like? Feel like?" Mabel closed her eyes "I'm a girl. I… I like boys. That's how it's supposed to be." It was way too hard to convince herself of that than it should have been.

(A/N): This was inspired by "The Coming Storm" by cellar00rs. We recommend reading her (or his) stuff! She's (or he's) an excellent writer. The reason we have the or's in place is because we don't want to make assumptions of what cellar00rs gender is. We don't know much about her (or him), since we just discovered her (or him) a few weeks ago. Hopefully we aren't coming off as rude or anything. Apologize in advanced if we are.