A/N: [insert a thousand embarrassing screams here] Guys! I made it to my goal—more than 50 followers, and then some! You have NO idea how happy it made me. Seriously, I was mad because my Warriors lost Sunday to the Lakers but then I saw I reached my goal and I'm not mad anymore haha. But thank you so much for the reviews, favorites, and follows. ^-^
I'm sorry to say, but the updates will no longer be every other day like before. I'm busy trying to study for MCAS and working on a million other stories so…yeah.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy. And if you didn't, I understand, because this is probably the worst chapter I've written so far. I kind hate this one a lot… :/
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls. But if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't end it after just two seasons.
"See this fork?"
"I see it."
"Take it and stab me with it."
Gideon laughed. "Dude, I totally would, but it's plastic so..."
Dipper sighed heavily and leaned back into his chair.
"Alright." Gideon sighed, putting down his burger. "What's up?"
"Well my sister, Mabel, is—"
"The girl with the long brown hair who wears sweaters everyday?" Gideon asked.
"Yeah…how'd you know?"
"She's in, like, almost all of my classes." He smiled a little to himself. "She smells like strawberries and heaven."
Dipper choked on his burger. "Dude—not cool! That's my sister you're talking about."
"Yeah, I know, I'm just saying…"
"Anyway." Dipper have him a weird look before continuing. "She's inviting her friends and having a…sleepover."
Gideon winced. "Oh, man. I've seen her friends."
"Yeah, and Candy's always staring at me. It's so weird."
Gideon chuckled and shook his head. "She has a crush on you, Diphead."
He was going to deny that, but he stopped and narrowed his eyes. "Dude. Don't call me that!"
"Why? Pacifica always does."
"Pacifica," Dipper grumbled to himself.
Gideon have him a look. "You seem to really hate her."
"I don't hate her, it's just an extreme dislike."
"That's how it always starts…"
"How what starts?"
"Oh, you know. First it's enemies, then it's frenemies, then it's friends, then it's more than friends, and then it's the hanky panky."
"Dude!" Dipper practically shrieked, turning a few heads. "What the hell? And isn't she your girlfriend?"
"Well, kind of." His voice lowered a few notches and he leaned closer. "Okay, she'll kill me if I tell you this, but her parents are super controlling and strict. They only want her dating the "upper class" or something, and since my family's rich, they consider me upper class and force her to date me."
Dipper blinked, dumbfounded. "Wow…"
"Yeah. And Pacifica and I aren't dating material—I mean, she's fun to kiss, but that's only to put the whole 'boyfriend and girlfriend' role in when her parents are around. But she told me I can just date whoever because it's not real, so I'm allowed to fawn over whoever I want—like Mabel."
Dipper was so shocked he didn't even pay attention to the last thing Gideon said. "But why doesn't she just break it off with you? Her parents can't be that controlling."
"Don't tell her I told you this either, but she's super afraid of her parents." He straightened up after that and cleared his throat. "But that's all I can tell you. By the way, head-over-heals-for-you-girl is six o'clock."
Dipper turned around and saw Candy staring lovingly at him. When she saw he turned, she yelped and turned back to Grenda and Mabel in embarrassment. Dipper groaned and turned back around.
"Can I go over your place tonight?" he asked Gideon.
"Sorry, man, but I'm kind of grounded."
"For what?"
"Putting a thumbtack on my dad's chair, no biggie." He shrugged, showing not a lick of regret. "He got super pissed and grounded me for a week."
Dipper shook his head. "You're an idiot."
"Just for that, I bet Mabel will have that sleepover."
"Please. I bet you five bucks she won't."
"You're on."
Dipper made a mental note to bring his wallet to school Monday to pay Gideon.
He turned out to be so very wrong when the door busted open a couple of hours after he and Mabel got home.
"SLEEPOVER!"
"Nooooo!" Dipper yelled in agony as Mabel and her two friends started screaming.
"Oh, yeeeessss," Mabel sing-songed, skipping into the living room where he was, her friends trailing behind her. "Can you sleep in the living room tonight so we can use your bed in our room?"
"What? No!"
"Okay." Mabel turned to her friends. "Hey, Grenda? Can you please put that case of Justin Bieber CDs upstairs? And Candy? Can you put the glitter glue in our room? I'll get the 'Hottest Boys in the World' movie!"
"Okay! Okay, fine!" Dipper yelled in defeat, scowling at his sister.
"I'll sleep down here with Dipper if there's not enough space," Candy said, gazing hungrily at him.
Mabel laughed, oblivious to her motives. "Silly Candy. There'll be plenty of space! Remember that Pacifica's bringing that blow up mattress?"
Dipper, who was in the middle of grumbling incoherent words to himself, jumped up. "Um—what?"
"Oh, yeah, I invited Pacifica. I bet you're happy about that, Dipper."
"What?!" Dipper and Candy yelled at the same time.
Before Mabel could tease anymore, the doorbell rang. She squealed in delight as Grenda yelled excitedly.
"Ready, girls? Pacifica Northwest is here, and it'll be the sleepover of the century!"
"YEAH!" Grenda boomed.
Dipper pouted as he watched Pacifica get smothered by all three of the girls, who were all squealing and laughing. The blond looked completely embarrassed as she awkwardly clutched her bags, her eyes wide. Her eyes locked with Dipper's and she visibly sighed after, seeming to forget that he would be there. He scowled in return.
The girls dragged Pacifica upstairs and Dipper sighed with relief. But once he heard the screams and giggles coming from there loudly, he yelled into a pillow.
It was a long night for Dipper.
Stan didn't complain once about the noise and Dipper found out that he had headphones on to block out the noise. But he only had one pair so he was left so suffer alone. He then chose to just sit outside and read because of the loud, obnoxious girls for a while. Dipper went back inside for dinner, and the whole time Candy just stared at him, making him extremely uncomfortable. Pacifica looked back and forth between the two and snickered, which made Dipper elbow her.
Afterwards, the girls headed back upstairs and Dipper went back outside. After a few hours of exploring the forest, he went back in to go to bed. But he realized he'd have to go upstairs to get his stuff and he groaned, begrudgingly going up each step.
The giggles and laughter stopped once he knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" It was Mabel.
"Dipper."
"No dorks allowed!" That was Pacifica.
He rolled his eyes. "I need to—"
The door flew open to reveal a second later Candy. She smiled bashfully at him.
"Yes, Dipper?"
"I, uh, need to get my stuff," he said, avoiding her unwavering gaze.
"Oh, yes, of course. Come in."
He felt Candy's gaze still on him as he stepped over numerous magazines and CDs that were on the floor to make it to his bed. He frowned when he saw that Pacifica was sitting on it, going through a case of CDs.
"Oh, come on, you're sleeping on my bed?" he whined.
"This is your bed?" she shrieked, jumping off. "Mabel! You told me it was a guest bed."
Mabel smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry. I just thought that Dipper would prefer you on his bed instead of anyone else, so."
"Shut up, Mabel!" Dipper said. "She's the last person I want on my bed."
"I'll use his bed!" Candy yelled immediately, jumping next to Dipper.
Pacifica narrowed her eyes the slightest bit.
Dipper grabbed his blankets and pillows and ran out of there.
"Finally," Dipper murmured to himself, putting his other ear bud in as he slipped his phone into his pocket. "Some peace and quiet."
After his phone was safely secured, he broke out into a jog down a familiar path. He loved jogging in the morning—it made him feel relaxed and forget about his worries. And he especially needed to be relaxed because Mabel and her friends kept him up all night. So he slipped outside after he woke up—although the door was already left unlocked. It was probably Stan going somewhere at night, he guessed.
But at that moment, Dipper took in the warm, morning breeze and looked at the sun peeking through the tall trees and sighed in content. This was the life. Nothing could bring him down. Nothing would—
Dipper screamed. It was a particularly loud (and high) one and he jumped a foot into the air. Sometimes while exploring the forest, he and Mabel found and saw some pretty strange and mysterious things. So all that went through his mind as he felt something on his shoulder was that it was some kind of beast or something. He wildly turned around and came face with…
Pacifica Northwest. Of all the people…
She was holding her stomach and laughing. Dipper pulled out his ear buds and grimaced. Her laughter was much higher without music playing. He pretended like he wasn't trying to get his terrified heart to beat again and he pulled a scowl onto his face. He watched her as she threw her head back and laughed even harder, even snorting a few times.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he grumbled, feeling like he just had a heart attack. So much for peace and quiet.
Finally, her laughter died down and she grinned up at him, something Dipper rarely saw. It startled him.
"Oh my God, that was hilarious." She bent over and tried to catch her breath. "I think you scream higher than I do."
"I do not!" he said indignantly.
"I can see your heart pounding through your shirt." She peered up at him again. "And why are you wearing a hat while running?"
Dipper unconsciously fixed his hat. "Because, I…what are you doing here?"
She shrugged. "You're not the only one who likes to run, Dipwad."
That's when he noticed that Pacifica was wearing shorts and a tank top and had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Oh," he said dumbly. "You like to run?"
As if to answer his question, she started to jog ahead again. Dipper surprised himself when he followed her.
"Not really but…" she trailed off.
"But what?" he fell in step with her.
"Nothing. I meant, yeah, I do like to run. Okay?"
"You're a terrible liar," he told her with a raised brow.
She glared at him from the corner of her eye before stopping. He stopped, too.
She turned to him with her hands on her hips. "If I tell you will you stop nagging me about it?"
"I wouldn't call it nagging but yeah."
She looked at him for a few moments before sighing loudly. "Not everyone has fast metabolisms."
Dipper blinked twice. "Huh?"
"Not everyone has fast metabolisms!" she repeated, clearly annoyed. "I have a slow one, so I have to run to keep from getting fat again."
"Again?" Dipper asked without thinking.
She looked like she wanted to crawl in a hole. "I mean…um, yeah. Again. I wasn't exactly the…skinniest girl in middle school, and that's when I learned people judge you by your looks." She shook her head. "And if I have to run to keep from getting bu—never mind."
She glared past him and that's when Dipper actually looked at her for the first time. He saw that she had much longer eyelashes than he thought and sky blue eyes. And since she was scowling, he saw that she scrunched up her nose and lips. He saw she had some faint freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks. He saw she had long legs and tiny hands and puffed out her cheeks a bit when she was annoyed or angry.
In short, he thought she was beautiful.
Wait—what?!
"What?" Pacifica suddenly snapped, starling him again. "What are you looking at?"
"Not much," he quipped after finally composing himself.
"Oh, really?" she folded her arms, but had a slight smirk on her face. "Then I guess you're not getting any pancakes when I make them."
"Wait, you can actually cook?" He was surprised, because Mabel was the absolute worst cook in the world.
"Yes, and I love to."
Dipper grinned at her. "Well if you're cooking, then I guess skipping breakfast won't hurt."
She scoffed. "Please. I bet you you'll be begging for some of my famous pancakes."
"I bet you I won't—five bucks."
"Deal."
Dipper should have known he'd be pulling out another 5 later that day.