Alrighty, so this chapter takes us back into Dipper and Pacifica's teenage years. I thought after a serious chapter like the last one it would be nice to lighten things up a bit. Anywho, thanks for reading!


It was a comfortable afternoon at the Mystery Shack. No one was home, Stan was out on his weekly adventure to procure more oddities, and Mabel was off on another girl's-day-out-adventure with Candy and Grenda. He didn't mind at all and decided that a day like this was perfect for relaxing.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Or not. Dipper grumbled his way to the front entrance, he opened the door to find his girlfriend waiting impatiently.

"Pacifica. What's going on?" He looked her up and down in approval. She was dressed in a purple tennis outfit, he couldn't help but notice how cough tight cough it was.

She let herself in. Setting her equipment down as she turned to Dipper, with a serious face. "We need to talk."

Uh oh, this could only go one of two ways. He put on a brave face.

"Ahem, about what?" His voice cracked, revealing to the blond just how nervous she made him.

Pacifica however, changed her character completely; she had tortured her boyfriend enough. She put a hand on his chest seductively.

"Daddy doesn't want me to see you again, and he grounded me. He was pretty upset about missing curfew again last night."

Dipper couldn't help but smile, he wasn't bothered by the news but instead he was relieved to find a change in Pacifica's attitude. After all, Preston and Dipper had long standing bad blood between them.

"But there are exceptions… like tennis." She moved even closer. Dipper could smell her perfume, he tried to keep his eyes up, but it was proving more and more difficult. Pacifica began to fumble with the collar of his shirt.

"You're not going to tennis are you?" Dipper was beginning to catch on.

"Somehow I forgot to schedule the lessons. How silly of me…" She tiptoed to meet Dipper, "No one's home right?" Their lips were centimeters apart. "We've only got an hour."

"I can make that work." Dipper's lips met Pacifica's roughly, but she was just as passionate. "Upstairs?" he asked breaking from their heated kiss. He could feel his girlfriend move her lips to his neck. Goosebumps began to form as her lips trailed across his skin.

"No time." She pushed him backwards until he fell back on the couch. It didn't take long for her to climb on top of Dipper, straddling his hips. "We better get started." Their lips connected again.

Sometime later at the Northwest Mansion…

Dipper took a deep breath, he was doing his best to stifle a yawn, but it was becoming impossible. Here he was at another one of the Northwest's more formal engagements, and while Oregon's finest were chatting about their billions, he was glued to the wall.

He looked around the room for Pacifica, and cursed himself. Why didn't Preston stick by his word and forbid them from seeing each other altogether. At least that would give him a good excuse not to be here. Instead, Mr. Northwest had cooled off and apologized about being too hasty, and Dipper started to think that this party was his way of punishing him.

He began to shift awkwardly against the wall as he waited for the time to pass.

"Dipper, you look like you're about to commit murder." Finally his girlfriend had joined him. "You do know it's a party." Pacifica handed him a glass of punch, which he gladly took.

"Yeah, but the last time I was at one of these things, I got turned into wood remember?" He took a sip of his drink. Silence formed between the two. Dipper grabbed Pacifica's hand and held it to his side as the stillness came upon them. They began to get lost in the chatter of the party around them.

"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but I think my Pacifica's got you beat." The two overheard Pacifica's father speaking loudly to a group of the rich elite. Dipper decided to listen in as he brought the glass to his mouth, a second time.

"She's such a hard worker. She recently signed up for tennis lessons and her instructor must really be riding her, you should see her after every tennis lesson, she looks completely worn out." His eyes bulged out and he spit out his drink out in shock. It drew some attention from the party, but Preston didn't seem to mind as he continued his bragging.

"I mean, it looks like he really must be giving it to her, but she keeps on taking it. Like a real Northwest." It was getting hard for Dipper to breath. "In fact, the other day she was so sore from her lesson she could hardly walk."

"Preston, are you sure her instructor isn't being too hard on her?" A member of the grouped questioned, but it looked like Preston completely brushed him off.

"Not at all. In fact, I'd like to shake the hand of the man who can make my daughter sweat so much…" Pacifica's father stood proudly with his chest out.

Dipper turned to see Pacifica's reaction, but he didn't get the chance. Pacifica pulled on his arm roughly and led him out of the room.

"Hey, wait this party is just starting." Dipper protested, "We're missing the part about no 'No Pain, No Gain.' Come on."

"I'm going to kill you." She was seething, "This is seriously not funny."

"Okay, I'm sorry." Dipper stopped Pacifica from moving any further. "Listen, we really shouldn't be running around like this, you need your energy for your lesson tomorrow." His face broke out into a wide smile, but Pacifica did not look happy.

All right, time to take this into another direction.

"So, what exactly did you tell your dad about the lessons?"

"Oh the usual boring stuff." It looked like she wanted to get away from the conversation.

"Uh huh, and what name did you give your 'instructor?'"

A moment passed before the young Northwest spoke up. "Tyrone." She admitted quietly and Dipper face broke out into another smile.

"This is seriously going to kill me." He laughed, it took a couple of seconds, but then Pacifica joined him. As embarrassing as tonight turned out, it only took a while for Pacifica to find out how funny the situation really was.


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