HEYO EVERYONE! Sorry for going on a week hiatus. After the new episode, I was going through this thing I call depression mode. It happens after every new episode where I think the world is cruel and start crying for some reason. I don't know. I'm glad it's over though. So here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy.

"Where did you get that?" Pacifica asked in horror as she struggled to grab the book from him.

"I found it." He said, struggling to keep her from it's grasp. "She killed herself?"

"That's none of your business," she seethed as she kept coming at him.

He was able to stop her by holding on to her wrists. She was struggling to break free. "How old was she?"

Pacifica finally stopped struggling and looked at him with teary eyes. "Thirteen." She let a tear fall and fell to her knees. "She was almost fourteen." She closed her mouth to stifle a cry. "I was the only one who cared. I was the only one who remembered. The stupid party made it to the first page paper while Anna didn't even make it to the hospital." She broke. She broke down and started crying so hard. She had held it in for so long. No one wanted to talk about it with her. So she kept quiet. "She never had a chance," she sobbed.

Dipper was looking at her, astonished. He had never seen her cry. The great Pacifica Northwest was on her knees crying. Dipper still had her wrists and he let them go. She hugged herself after that, and just kept crying. "She was an amazing person and loved everyone around her, I can say the same about those who knew her." She let out a cry. "Or those who thought they knew her." Dipper just kept on listening as he slid to the floor with her. "I always thought that she was the most perfect person. That she loved herself. That she didn't care what others thought." Tears were streaming. "I was wrong!" And she lost it. If she even tried to talk now, it would come out as gibberish. He looked at her. She was devastated about this. It was just a guess, but he was sure that it happened not so long ago. About a year, maybe. She was in pain. A pain she needed to get rid of.

Thinking about the book, he said, "You know, Mabel is all those things." She sniffed.

"Yeah," she whispered. "I know."

"And I know for a fact she doesn't care what anyone thinks, not even me. Not even you."

She sniffed again. "Yeah, I know." She wiped the tears away. But there were still some coming out.

"I'm not saying to replace her," Dipper said slowly, knowing that it was hard to replace someone you loved. "Just give Mabel a chance."

Pacifica nodded. "I am. That's why I had no problem with playing her friend. I want to be her real friend."

"Then lets go tell her that." He grabbed Pacifica's hand and helped her up as he got up himself. A few seconds after letting her hand go, he was attacked by a surprise hug. He was shocked for a few seconds before he hugged back.

"Thank you," it came barely audible, but he heard it.

"You're welcome," he said.

The hug didn't feel awkward as it would have been a few days ago. It felt right. And when they ended it, they wanted it back again. But they were too afraid to admit it.

"So where is Mabel anyway?" Dipper asked.

"She's in the kitchen making something called Mabel Juice," she said as she wiped the tears away. She started blinking to get the redness out of her eyes. No one needed to know she had been crying.

Dipper lost all the color in his skin. "If you do drink it, only take a sip."

"Why?"

He shuddered. "It's as if coffee and nightmares had a baby."

Pacifica smiled. "That sounds fun. Maybe I'll drink a whole glass," she said as she started walking.

Dipper started following, shaking his head with a smile. "You do that, you do that, lets' see what happens."

She giggled. Then, very seriously, "Can I have my book back?"

He didn't give it to her. Instead he asked, "What happens when you disobey the bell?"

Her skin paled and her eyes widened. She was a fool to think that he hadn't read it all.

"Help," someone yelled.

They both stopped in their tracks. "What was that?" Dipper turned to Pacifica.

"That was Atlántico's voice," she explained. For once in her life, she was glad to hear his voice. "And it's coming from the kitchen." They bolted. When they entered the kitchen they saw Atlántico hovering over Mabel's unconscious body. Dipper's rage couldn't have been more high. He walked over to him and shoved him away. "Get away from her!"

He obliged and stood still as Dipper and Pacifica did whatever they could to help this girl. He still didn't know her name.

"What do we do, what do we do?!" Pacifica was freaking out.

"Uh, uh," he had no clear answer. She's never actually fainted before. Just messed around. He needed something that would get her going. Mabel Juice! "I need a pitcher and a lot of sugar," he said quickly. Though he was speaking to Pacifica, Atlántico was doing it. He found one and handed it to Dipper. "I need a bag of sugar, Kool-Aid mix, and some glitter."

"Glitter!?" Pacifica exclaimed. "Why would you put glitter in a drink!"

"Right," Dipper said. He turned to Atlántico and said, "Substitute it with sprinkles." Atlántico nodded and rampaged the kitchen looking for these items while Dipper filled the pitcher with water and Pacifica made sure Mabel's head was off the floor. After getting these ingredients, Dipper started mixing them. He first poured in the mix, then almost half the bag of sugar.

"That much sugar," Pacifica exclaimed, amazed.

"Yup," was his short answer. Then he added a cup of sprinkles. He then poured some into a glass that Atlántico got for him. He handed the glass to Pacifica who poured some into Mabel's mouth. Dipper hoped it worked. This was his first time making Mabel Juice.

A few seconds later, they heard groan come out of Mabel. She sat up, holding her head. "Ugh, what happened?"

Pacifica and Dipper turned to Atlántico with a glare.

"I didn't do anything," he said with wide eyes, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Yeah, right," Dipper didn't believe. "I know your intake on woman," he said as he held up the book. Pacifica paled again.

Atlántico looked at the book curiously. "What do you mean my intake on woman?"

"I know how you view them," he said with a snarl. "I'm not an idiot. You like control. And if it's by the opposite gender, then so be it. I'm right, aren't I?"

Atlántico looked like he wanted to burn the already burnt book. "I've never seen that book before in my li-" He was cut off by his own memory. He remembered a blonde holding a purple book, running down the hall. Away from him. He stared at Pacifica in shock. She didn't look back. It was no wonder she didn't like. she viewed him as a monster. "I am so sorry-" He said taking a step towards her.

That was until Dipper blocked her. "Stay away from her. You're not in control of her anymore. And you're not in control of my sister. Not as long as I'm here.

Mabel seemed confused. "He didn't do anything," Mabel said. "We were just talking."

Dipper looked at her, curious. "Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Then why did you faint?" Dipper didn't fail to see that she took a quick glance at Atlántico.

"No reason."

Dipper looked at Atlántico hard. He held his hand up in defense once again. "I didn't do anything, I swear." He looked at the girl. "Mabel, was it? Are you alright?"

She stood up with Pacifica's help. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just need a bit of a boost."

Pacifica looked around for a second and then she realized what Mabel needed was in her hand. She handed Mabel some Mabel Juice.

"Thank you," She said before she gulped it down.

Pacifica looked at her, shocked. Consuming that much sugar must be bad for her health. She also noticed the look of concern in Atlántico's eyes. She never saw that in his eyes when he looked at her. She wondered what it was.

"Come on, Mabel," Dipper said, grabbing her hand. "We're leaving."

Mabel didn't argue. She thought it was time too. Dipper looked like he was about to kill Atlántico. She couldn't add murder to the Pines name.

Dipper turned to Pacifica, "Do you want to come or..."

The first thing Pacifica did was snatch the book from Dipper and gave him a glare. "Nope. I have to find a better place to hide this." Dipper gave her an apologetic look and she happily forgave him. Then he walked out, forgetting about the bell. Something she was grateful for.

She looked at the book for a heartfelt second before she heard, "I need to talk to you." She turned to Atlántico. "I'm sorry." he said. Her eyes widened. "I didn't know that you thought of me that way. I can be controlling. I am controlling. I was raised to be the boss."

"So was I," Pacifica interrupted. "I was raised to be perfect. But look at me now. I have flaws just as everyone else."

Atlántico looked at her for a second. She looked just as every time he saw her. A girl that would look great with him. But there was something different. "You're wearing glasses, I didn't notice." And then she was an entirely different person. She was a girl with flaws. All the talk about perfect with his father really corrupted his mind. Pacifica wasn't perfect. No one was. Just like Mabel said. He started thinking about the brunet. She seemed wise, yet, by this so called Mabel Juice, she looked like she was one for fun. "She was right."

Pacifica seemed confused. "Who was right?" It was two beats before he answered her.

"Mabel. She told me that no one was perfect."

Pacifica nodded. "So why did she faint?"

He shrugged. "We were talking and then she just...fainted." He didn't know how to explain it.

"What were you guys talking about?" It was two more beats before he answered.

"Nothing important," he answered nervously.

"Really?" She asked, skeptical. Another two beats. She barely realized what he was trying to do. He was trying not to interrupt her.

"Really."

She noticed a bit of pink on his cheeks as he thought about it. "So.. Mabel Pines, huh-"

"Shut up," he muttered walking away.

For once, she wasn't insulted when he interrupted her. She was actually smug about it. She let out a laugh as he walked away, his face red. That's when she heard footsteps behind her. "Excuse me, Miss Northwest." She turned to see Mabel's husband. She had completely forgotten about him. "Where is my dear Mabel?"

Her eyes widened. "I am so sorry. She just left."

"What?!" He ran before Pacifica could offer him a ride home. She shrugged and walked away. She had some things to write in this journal. Then she would hide it somewhere no one would find it.

Ok everyone! This is your last chance to tell me why Mabel fainted before I show it in the next chapter in three days! PM while you can People! I am so enjoying your guesses!