Chapter Ten—Anne
The woman walked in further and looked into the bow of doughnuts.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't eat," She paused, probably to count what was left, "nine whole doughnuts by yourself, Paz." (I don't quite get the nickname, but whatever.) She looked at each of us. "And you changed your shirt?" She smirked at Pacifica.
"Anne, you seem to have quite of bit of groceries to put away," Pacifica spoke in a sweet tone, "So how about you get going on that, huh?" She kept a smile on.
The woman called Anne just laughed and walked into, what I assumed was, the kitchen.
"That the friend you kept mentioning?" I asked her, trying to make some sort of conversation.
She nodded, "Yeah, Anne. Don't mind her, she's pretty nosy, and loves to mess with me. But she's a good person.." She gave me a half smile until Anne replied,
"Awe So sweet, Pazzi" She spoke from the other room.
I chuckled, "'Pazzi'" I said to her.
"I'll kill you if you ever try to call me that." She said, glaring at me.
But she only made me laugh at the nickname more, which resulted in her flicking my nose.
"Whatever!" Pacifica said, trying to hide the fact that she had been smiling too, "I'm going to go see if Anne needs any help…" She stood up as she spoke and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone on the large-ish couch.
It quiet in the living room without Pacifica—which, for whatever reason, I didn't really like—so I could hear, sort of, what the two girls were saying in the kitchen.
"Who's the nerd?" I heard Anne say, referring to me.
"He's an old friend" Pacifica replied.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Anne asked her, which made me feel embarrassed.
"Keyword, old friend"
"Oh come on, just because he's a nerd, doesn't mean he can't be cute" I'm not that big a nerd…
Pacifica didn't reply after that—I wonder why.
After a while, Pacifica came back with Anne walking behind her. She, Pacifica, sat down next to me on the couch and moved over, a bit closer to me, thinking Anne was going to sit too.
"No thanks" Anne spoke with a smile. She stood on the other side of the couch, leaning on the top part of the cushion.
"I'm sure Pacifica already told you my name, but how about yours?" She titled her head as she spoke, looking me right in the eye—I have to admit, she was sort of intimidating in that way.
"Uh, I'm M—Dipper. Dipper Pines…" I said, reluctantly. It was clear right away she knew my—real—name wasn't 'Dipper.' But, at the same time, she smiled at the sound of my name. Like it was sounded familiar to her. Maybe Pacifica mentioned me when she was younger or something?
"So," I began, trying to make conversation, "How did you and Pacifica come to be friends..?" I tried not to look away from Anne's intense stare—I mean, it's not like she was staring me down or anything like that, she just looked me directly in the eyes, and her gaze didn't fault or shift at all.
Pacifica made a half-scoffish sound and stood up. She looked like she was not in the mood to hear what Anne was about to say and left the room, walking into the same room she did when she came out in another shirt—most likely her bedroom.
Anne chuckled a bit at Pacifica's reaction. Though, I just watched her walk off with a straight face thinking, 'You're leaving me all alone?!'
"A-Anyway…" I said before Anne began.
She told the story with detail, without leaving anything out.
It went like this…