I am in a deep hole filled of self hate for letting my problems get in the way of updating. There is no way I can allow myself to leave a story incomplete. Shout out to my new editor who made me snap back to reality and took it upon himself to edit this for you guys. He is a great help and is currently editing the last chapters as well. And I'd like to thank those who have stuck with this story. Sorry for the wait.
The Beginnings of Friendship
I sat comfortably on the edge of my striped patterned bed, on the right side, gazing at the glass double door leading to the white stone balcony. The sun was still up, yet in about two hours I knew that the night would crawl out. The sky would then be covered with a dark blanket full of shimmering stars, and the sun would bid farewell to its lover, the moon.
As I sat, waiting for the brunette with curls and brown topaz eyes, my thoughts began drifting. They went through a gallery of memories that I rather keep hidden somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind. However, there was no helping it. Before I knew it, the yelling, the violence, everything, all those horrid images flash behind my closed lids. Something warm and wet crawled down my cheek slowly. I sat with wet eyes as I attempted to fully comprehend why I was thinking in such a downward way. Before I know it, the tears become more languid and move at a quicker pace, my throat feels tight, and my heart feels hollow.
Depression is like a heavy blanket that you just can't seem to be able to pull off of you. At least that is what it felt like for me.
Click click. A few pebbles were thrown at the doors leading to the balcony.
My eyes snap open in surprise. I quickly release one last final sob, and rub at my eyes frantically, clearing all the tears with the back of my hand. I stand up and take a deep breath, and compose myself. I make my expression unreadable once more, the same old facade of stoics. Like an unemotional doll, a doll that was very much broken on the inside.
I quickly sighed through my nostrils then walk up to the glass pane doors, twist the golden handlebars, then opened the doors to let the warm humid wind touch my face. I blinked then took a couple steps forward, reaching the white railing. I placed my palms atop of the ledge and looked over towards the huge old tree. The oak tree had branches spiraling up high, its twigs were like fingers that attempt to grab at the sky. A boy stand down below, by the oak's roots. He was looking at me with a look of annoyance. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of a blue jacket, and his cap was tilted a bit downward, flattening the curls of his bangs.
I huffed and placed my folded arms on the railing of the balcony, whilst also bringing my chin down on top of my arms. "You took long Dipper Pines." The said topaz eyed boy glanced to the side and kicked up some dirt with the toe of his shoe. "Can I come up or not?" "I believe I asked you if you knew how to climb trees." I asked with indifference, he narrowed his eyes into a glare. "Are you making fun of me?" I give him a lazy smirk. "Am I?" I said gesturing at the tree he stands by. He slumped his shoulders and tilted his head to the side while giving me this look. "Fine," he said gruffly.
He gave the tree a thoughtful look, deciding where he should grab at then climb. I watched with mild interest as he proved his obvious experience with climbing trees. He made his way up the bark then latched a hand on a branch, then another. Soon he carried himself up, making his way through the tangles of branches. he eventually reached a good enough height, and stepped carefully on to the edge of the floor of the balcony. He put a hand on the railing, then hoisted his leg and foot up onto railing. He swung his leg over the railing, then the other. He now stand next to me to my right. "Come, we have a project to work on," I said, leading him to my room. He closed the glass doors behind us.
(Five minutes later)
I lied on my back on my bed, my head hanged upside down, all the while I stared at the boy sitting on the floor crossed legged. My hair was flowing downward in a waterfall of blonde hair as I popped the bubblegum in my mouth. He continued the one sided glaring contest we've been having. "Pacifica, we need to get some work done. We can't get any of the project done with you hanging resting upside down like that." I flipped over so that I could rest on my belly, bending my legs upward and crossed behind me, and prop up my chin on both hands, still chewing my gum. "Is this fine? All we really have to do is get to know each other. It's not like I don't know you though. You are nerdy, weird, and a loser for being a 'Pines.' Boom, done. Finished. You can go home now. Shoo shoo." He glared, then looked away at anything but my eyes. He stood up, "Well you obviously aren't willing to cooperate." He sighed. "I tried not to believe that there was more to you then what the others say. How could I doubt them after the way you treated Mabel all those years ago." My eyes widen. He passed by me, going towards the doors of the balcony. I place my palms at my sides and hoist myself up. I turned around, sat up, then stood off of my bed. "Wait, Dipper, I."
He stopped as his hand reaches the golden handlebar. I gulped, for I really don't know much about how to act towards others in a friendly way. "Look, I'm not good with people, as you already noticed, I tend to be extremely rude. And conceited." I looked down. My cheeks were red. I've never faced such humiliation! Admitting one's faults was way harder than I thought. "But I, I want to do that weird thing called fir-r-end-shep." I attempt to sound out the foreign word, "Friendship! (Finally) Yeah, that thing, with you, and your sister too, maybe, (if she wants too)." I clench and unclench my sweaty hands.
Dipper stood in one spot, thinking for a moment. He turned around and smiled, releasing a sigh through his nose. "That's better. I know there is so much more to you then what you show others, I found that out all those years ago when I came to this used-to-be-haunted mansion to help you. You aren't anything like your parents." "I'm not so sure about that." I mutter under my breath as I glanced away from his eyes. "Come, let's go out somewhere," he said, opening the left door. He reached over and took my left hand then pulls me along out onto the balcony. The door slammed shut behind me. "Hey, where are we going?" I said as he brings me along towards the railing of the balcony.
"Out," he said simply. "We do have to get to know each other better for this get-to-know-each-other-better project, after all." "So are we going out, like on a d-date?" He climbed over the railing and helped me climb over as well. "No, just an outing." He left me holding on to the railing as he grabbed on to a branch. He made his way effortlessly down the tree. "Lean a bit forward and grab that branch," he said, pointing to the one nearest to the balcony. "Then swing yourself downward and place your foot on the one below." "But what if I fall?" I said, looking skeptically down at the thick branch. "Don't worry, I'll catch you," he called upward. I shake my head, "Y-you better Dipper Pines! Or else I'll make sure you pay for any injuries! And not in the money kind of pay." I said nervously as I did as told. I let out a small 'eek!' as I swing downwards with my hands holding on to the branch. My legs swing in the air before my feet land safely on the thick branch below.
My hands were sweating and I worried that this would cause me to slip off my shaky hold on the branch. "You are doing good Cif!" Dipper called up. "W-what kind of horrible nickname is that!?" I heard him chuckle. I looked down and sent a glare his way. "Shut up, how dare you mock me- ahhh!" This was why, people, you do not argue with someone while you are climbing down a tree for the first time.
Something soft broke my fall. I realize it was a pair of arms. Dipper laughed as he put me down. "You see what happens when you get off task?" I was shaking slightly as I took a step forward -I was in a bit of shock from the fall. I quickly shook off my uneasiness away and folded my arms, "I could have died." "Hmm, perhaps. But you didn't." He gave me this dorky smile, causing me to roll my eyes. 'Stop trying to be cute,' I thought to myself.
"Let's go, Cif," He said. "Yup, you definitely are related to Mabel... Dippingsauce." Bah duh dum tss.