"Give me that!" Pacifica yells and charges towards me. I stick my hand out to stop her by her forehead.
"Finders keepers, hippie." I snarl at her. I grab her by her hair and push her down to the floor. I hand the journal to Dipper and he puts it under his arm and walks past me.
"Let's go." He says quietly. I resist the urge to kick Pacifica, just for fun. Instead I lean down by her face, by now she had gotten up and was sitting back on her knees.
"Hey," I whisper and she looks up, "if you tell anyone we were here, you'll regret it." I smile and pat her on the top of her head. I stand and turn to walk out of the trailer. Dipper is leaning on the side waiting for me. I pull out another cigar and hold it out for him to light it as we walk away.
"It was smart of Gideon to hide it there, I'll give him that." Dipper says as he flips through the journal. "Not smart enough, I guess."
When we get home, Dipper and I sit at the desk in his room and study the journal.
"This is, so interesting. I can hardly believe it. Gnomes, werewolves, vampires, these are things from a fiction movie. Is this kid delusional or something?" Dipper says.
"Or maybe he's just a loser in a run-down town with nothing better to do." I add and walk over to his bed and sit down on it.
"Maybe." Dipper continues to read through every singe page, calculating every word he sees. I wasn't that patient. I wasn't sure why he was being to damn thorough, but it was in his nature to do so, it didn't surprise me much. However, everything in this kid's diary seemed too weird to be true.
"Dipper," I decide to change the subject and get his mind off that dumb journal, "You got any money?" He turns to face me in the desk chair.
"You already spent yours?"
"You bet. And Mom and Dad cut me off after that incident." I laugh. Back home, my parents had found my stash of cigars, and became so angry at me that they took away my credit card. "I still don't understand why they were so pissed off, I know they do worse drugs than I do."
"I have money, but you can bet your ass that I'm not sharing it with you." He scoffs.
"Whatever." I roll my eyes and fall back onto his bed.
A couple more minutes pass, and I speak up again.
"Dipper?" He sighs and sets his forehead down on his desk.
"Yes?"
"Let me ask you this, don't you think it would be in our best interest to gain the trust of the townspeople?"
"What are you getting on about now?" He looks at me questionably.
"Just listen. You obviously have some weird master plan going on right now," I gesture to the journal in front of him, "and I have no money."
"Your point, please?"
"I think that we should do what we do best." I smile.
"And what's that?"
"A show." I say. He shakes his head.
"Absolutely not. You know how stupid I think those things are, we only did them because Mom and Dad made us."
"Yeah I know, but we're good at them, and they rake in a ton of money. And, we get everyone to love us, and wrapped around our fingers." I didn't need anyone to like me, I only said that to appeal to my power-hungry brother. I was in desperate need of money though, and if Dipper wasn't willing to share his, then I would be forced to find another way.
"Fine, you plan it, I'm not doing any work."
"Great. Thank you, dear brother." I put my hand on his shoulder.
"What do you mean they took it?" Gideon asks me as I angrily pace back and forth on his kitchen floor.
"They came into my house and just took it! How did they even know it was there?" I exclaim.
"I think they were in my house too, last night. My dad was was running after an intruder. They must've found nothing and decided to go to your trailer. I'm sorry, Pacifica, I put you in danger."
"It's fine, really." I decide not to tell him the details of my meeting with the evil twins.
"But Pacifica, we have to get it back." He says quietly and twists his fingers together.
"I know."