*Author's Note* Alright, look; I had to rewatch the Northwest Mansion Mystery episode again. It's just so good... and, well, this is what happened. I like to think that Pacifica will gradually try and experience new things with the Pines twins. I hope you all enjoy!
She bit her lip, not sure if she wanted to cross over the stream. There was grass sprouting in between the worn rocks, dried mud caking the craggy walkway. Pacifica was used to a far more dignified environment, a place without mud just waiting to cling to her shoes at every step. She broke her gaze with the floor of the forest, glancing back up at the boy on the other side.
"Come on, Pacifica! It's not a big deal," Dipper said, his arms crossed. "You've already stepped in mud a million times."
She grimaced at him, and he sighed dramatically.
"I thought you wanted to try what Mabel and I do. Come on, it's really fine."
Pacifica steadied her gaze with the exasperated boy, and straightened up. "Fine. I'll cross."
She tried to hold back the unpleasant expression spreading across her face as she took a step onto the cool rock, mud squishing into her sneakers. She slowly stepped over each rock before dashing through the cool stream of water.
Exhilarated, she turned to Dipper. "That was… that was amazing!"
He raised his eyebrow. "Really? It's a stream."
*Author's Note* Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated.
She huffed slightly. "Not just the stream, dummy. Just…" she paused, taking a whiff of the crisp air. "Being out here. It's different; I'm so used to having a bell rung in my ear, telling me where to go, where to stand, how to be."
Pacifica felt Dipper's slightly amused gaze, but continued talking.
"It's a different experience. It's going to take some getting used to," she said, glancing down at her feet. "Just like these new shoes. Not sure how to feel about them."
Dipper sat down on the long slab of rock beneath them, dipping his hand into the stream. "What's wrong with sneakers? Mabel picked them out."
She cautiously sat down, making the motions of moving her dress as she did so. Pacifica realized she was in jeans and a t-shirt, and blushed to herself.
"It's a change of pace, Dipper! It's really different to me; it's, well, it's a different… me."
Dipper smiled at her warmly. "Well, I for one prefer you this way."
Pacifica returned the smile, trying to avoid eye contact. She didn't want to show him how much that meant, yet she couldn't really understand why.
The two sat at the creek a little longer, splashing the water and listening to the rustle of the trees as the breeze took on the cool air of evening.