For SophiaCrutchfeild
Bittersweet Escape
Dipper quickly tried to look for a way out. He could not go on a date with HER. What if Wendy saw them? His chances with her would be ruined! ...Well, even more ruined than they are right now. He curses himself for ever thinking a twelve year old tween like him could ever be with an awesome fifteen year old teenager like Wendy Corduroy. But enough self pity. Even if he weren't worried about his chances with Wendy (which tries and fails to assure himself he doesn't), he couldn't date Pacifica of all people. Even if she is kind of cute... No! He just couldn't! He had to think up a way to get out of there fast!
Pacific, who is still grabbing on to Dipper's hand, eventually gets outwardly annoyed at Dipper's lack of sound. Inwardly, she wonders if he may be up to something. Dipper was always the smarter one of the Pine twins. Could it be that he didn't trust her? Possibly. She never gave him a reason to trust her. In fact, he's only ever seen her be mean, especially towards his twin sister. She shook her head to rid herself of these thoughts. That's when she noticed that they have barely moved that far. She looked back to see Dipper standing firmly in place. At least, as firmly as he can.
Get a grip, Dipper, he thought. You are a man. A manly man! You do what you want! Dipper stood firmly in place, even if he was being pulled inch by inch. Pacifica hadn't seemed to notice that they weren't moving. Okay, think! What would Tyrone do in this situation? he thought. He didn't have much time to think because Pacifica was now looking him square in the face.
Pacifica put on her usual façade. "Is there anything wrong? Do you need to do something lame first?" Dipper was struggling to find a good answer to her question. "Uh...uh..." he stammered. Come on, ya big nerd. Get a hold of yourself! Unable to come up with a decent reply, he was left to fall back on his standby plan. He mocked being creeped out. "Ugh," Pacifica snorted. "What are you doing?" Dipper started to act more agitated until... "NON-SPECIFIC EXCUSE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. At once, all attention fell to them. Pacifica, embarrassed by the random act, slaps in the arm. "Don't you dare do that again," Pacifica said red-faced. Dipper then noticed that the hand she was dragging him with was the one she held him with. Without a second thought, he turned to leave. And crashes right into a tile salesman.
Pacifica was so busy dealing with onlookers that she complete disregarded the hold she had on Dipper's hand. When she finally did notice, he was being talked to by a fast-talking tile salesman. Dipper looked obviously confused. She guessed he had never been to an auction before. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the guy looked familiar. "Menendez?" she inquired. The guy froze. "Raul Menendez. So this is what you're doing nowadays, huh?" Raul took a step back. "Ms. Northwest! How are your parents? Hope everything's going great. Have a nice day!" Raul then hightailed out of the immediate area. Dipper turned to faced Pacifica. He looked sort of apologetic. Pacifica would have none of that. "That was Raul Menendez," she explained. "He used to be our fountain slash pond slash pool cleaner until father thought that mother was cheating with him. I hadn't known he-" "Thank you very much," Dipper interjected. Pacifica replaced her façade. "I'm sure it wasn't-" Dipper once again cuts her off. He had pulled her into a kiss! Afterwards, Dipper pulls away. "Oh crap," he said. "I shouldn't have done that." He turns and runs leaving a very confused Pacifica, still touching her lips.