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23 8-15-19-21-19, 21-9-10-10-19-21-4 4-16-19-11 22-25 4-16-19 5-4-23-6-4 9-18 19-23-21-16

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4-6-25 4-9 8-23-5-5 4-16-15-5 23-1-18-3-12 4-19-5-4

"Dipper! Pacifica's here!" yelled Mabel.

Dipper, startled by his sister's loud yell, dropped the photo and frantically tried to pick it up in mid-air. He finally caught it and quickly put it under his bed, leaving a small gap on the pin-board where the picture used to be. "Coming!" he yelled back. He ran to a nearby mirror and readjusted his hat. No dust, no monster blood, no anything that could make things more awkward than it should be. Good. Just the familiar blue pine-tree.

He ran down the stairs, tripping at the last step, and feel face-first. The shock came up first, and then followed pain and agony that began spreading up his arms and legs like stinging fire. He had thought he heard a vaguely familiar laugh, but obviously that couldn't be possible. This was going to be a perfect day and he knew it.

"Ow…everything hurts.." he rubbed his cheeks.

He stepped forward, walking into the living room, only to find Mabel crisscrossed on the floor, her eyes glued to the TV, and Pacifica, sitting leisurely on the big, comfortable chair of Grunkle Stan, her eyes also glued to the TV screen.

"A-hem," Dipper coughed.

Pacifica broke away from the TV screen and greeted him with a smile. She was wearing a hot pink dress and a navy blue vest similar to Dipper's. She wore mascara, as usual, and was also wearing black flats with a nice pink ankle bracelet hugging her right leg. Dipper flushed furiously, the pain from the fall and the heat from his own awkward embarrassment mixing together to form an uncomfortable sort of feeling. He was pretty underdressed, as he was in his usual sleeveless navy blue vest and peach shirt, white with red and blue striped socks and black shoes, with his signature light blue pinetree hat.

"Hey Dipper," Pacifica whispered.

"Hey Pacifica," Dipper whispered back.

Mabel broke away from the TV screen and looked back and forth at the two lovebirds. Oh, she just couldn't believe it! In a way, she was happy for her brother because he had FINALLY found a girlfriend, but she also felt a bit of an uncomfortable feeling, knowing that it was Pacifica, even though they had developed a strange sort of friendship after the crazy Golf War fiasco.

"I'll be the bridesmaid!" Mabel said cheerfully.

Both Pacifica and Dipper blushed, first glaring at Mabel, then looking at each other. There was a sort of spark between them, a sort of strange love that began to sprout out of the soil and become a bud in a field full of strange monsters and creatures surrounding the area. Dipper recovered first, as he had been in way too many awkward situations and he always knew a way to escape.

"So…you ready?" Dipper asked Pacifica.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Pacifica replied, her face still red.

Pacifica got out of the chair and began to walk towards Dipper. She held out her hand, and Dipper took it. She smiled. Both she and Dipper walked out the door and closed it behind them, walking into the night.

Mabel jumped out from her seat on the floor and watched them walk out to the night. There was a sort of thing wrong with one of the tops of the pinetrees that surrounded the couple, as if it was perfectly equilateral. All of a sudden, there was a giant flash of gray that only remained for half a second, and everything suddenly became dark again with the bright white light of the moon outlining the bodies of Dipper and Pacifica, the strange top of the pinetree back to it's swaying, imperfect form. Eh, Mabel couldn't care less. Dipper usually took notice of this, and this was usually his job, not hers. Plus, she didn't want to ruin his perfect night with Pacifica just by running out the door and telling him what she saw. No, she'd rather stay indoors tonight. Once Pacifica and Dipper disappeared into the night, Mabel turned back into the living room, doing a small little dance and singing a small little jingle.

"Dipper and Pacifica sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.."

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