So, I got a few books a week or two ago, and I've been reading them instead of really writing the last two chapters, since I do these at work. I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry at all.
Dipper awoke slowly. Sleep had become such a foreign concept over the past few days for him that, when he finally had some- actual, deep, restful sleep- he felt only confusion upon waking. He groaned as the wonderous sensation left him once again, leaving him in the precarious position of feeling rested, while still tired. He was merely less exhausted, but not refreshed. Still, anything at this point was a victory.
What a good dream, he thought, and then he remembered that he only dreamed of what had already happened, even if it was twisted around-
"Oh, God," he groaned. Pacifica had-
And Wendy had-
And Pacifica did-
And Wendy saw-!
"I am so screwed," he whispered to himself. He groaned, and then slowly picked himself up from his bed, gingerly wiping at the sticky residue of the night before. He registered, dimly, that Pacifica Northwest had given him a handjob last night. He suspected, wryly, that it wasn't strictly for medicinal purposes, even though it had knocked him out like a light.
He dragged himself into his small shower, hoping that the hot water would scrub away some of the shame that bubbled in his chest.
What is wrong with me? He shouldn't be this conflicted, he shouldn't be...
Was cheating the word he was looking for? It felt slightly off for his situation; all he and Wendy had done was some heavy kissing, and that had started off as forced. And Pacifica-
Well, Pacifica. Surprise of his goddamned life, that was. He idly rubbed shampoo into his soft hair, only half aware of what he was doing.
He, honestly, had no idea what to do. Not even touching on the fact that some potentially evil force just might be trying to kill him through the manipulation of his dreams, he had next to no experience with the opposite sex. The few times he had asked out girls in Piedmont had ended... Less than well, he would say. He was just too strange for the normal, non-Gravity Falls world.
But, now, the two most beautiful women he knew- literally- were fighting over him. Or, fighting with each other with him in the middle.
It was a confusing situation, and he wasn't quite sure if he should be flattered by the attention, or angered by their treatment of him. Honestly, it was probably both. He groaned, and washed out the frothy shampoo, watching disinterestedly as it flowed down the drain.
Tomorrow, he would go see Multibear again. He hoped that his friend could help him, because he was fast losing his grip on the situation.
Outside, there was the sharp crack of thunder.
BREAK
Mabel watched as the rain pattered fruitlessly against her windowpane, her hands working to knit another sweater. Beneath her, a kitten with a unicorn horn on its head frolicked happily across the sweaters front.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest," she whispered to the two dimensional creature. Outside, she watched as Waddles happily galavanted about his now enclosed pigpen, the large animal rolling in the fresh mud. She had tested the rain earlier, and it was nice and warm, so she wasn't worried about her old pet catching some sort of piggy cold.
She sighed, finishing the sweater with daunted enthusiasm. She had been back at Gravity Falls for a week, and things were...
Well, they weren't exactly good.
She looked to her left, seeing the large, framed picture she kept upon her dresser. In it, a younger Mabel stood, grinning and giving a peace sign to the camera. Beside her, Dipper, Wendy, Candy and Pacifica- Grenda had been on vacation at the time- smiled at the camera, waving to Soos as he took the picture. Her eyes focused on the then fifteen year old blonde, her usually guarded features morphed into a bright smile that lit up the photograph like the sun.
She was beginning to suspect, not that she would ever admit it aloud, that pushing the blonde and her brother together might have been a mistake. A big mistake.
Pacifica was acting crazy!
The scheming, the obsession with both Dipper and Wendy, her muttered plans, how she...
Mabel frowned, brow creasing. How Pacifica had practically seduced her brother, and then used the evidence to basically torment Wendy. Hell, Mabel had found the poor girl crying, no, weeping, outside the Shack. Wendy almost never cried. The move was unjust, uncalled for, it was just plain mean!
And the one thing Mabel couldn't stand was people being mean to each other. Especially when it was her friends getting meaned to.
Meaned? Or maybe demeaned. Wait, no, not that. I should ask Dipper about it...
Yes. Still, Pacifica was being a no-good meaney face, and, more, it was leaving her precious brother caught in the middle of whatever strange catfight the blonde and the ginger had going on.
It was such a shame, too! She loved Pacifica like a sister, and Wendy was basically that cool older cousin who showed you the ropes about how things were done.
Not that she was implying that Dipper sleeping with either of them was akin to incest or anything; although, now that she thought about it-
Focus, Mabel!
She forcefully brought herself back to her semblance of reality, frowning in effort. Pacifica Northwest had changed since two summers ago, and that change was nothing but trouble, as far as Mabel could see.
The blonde had always been sort of... Mabel wanted to use the word clingy, but it wasn't quite that strong. Needy, she guessed; like Pacifica would sort of sink into herself if left alone. It was like Pacifica didn't know how to be Pacifica unless she had someone else around to bounce her personality off of. Mabel saw, every time that they met, the way her eyes brightened with excitement and gratitude.
Honestly, she felt bad for the girl, even though she knew that Pacifica would hate to be on the receiving end of any sort of pity. The proud girl had spent most of her life as a rich debutante, and had been reduced to status akin to a pauper.
If paupers still had several million dollars to the family name, but the point was the same. Pacifica Northwest was a girl trying to fill the shoes of a girl who never was and never could be, and her only respite from the shadow of that girl was the Pine Twins.
The Pine Twins who were only around for three months out of the year.
The Pine Twins who hadn't even been here last year.
Mabel sighed, getting up and placing her freshly made sweater upon the small pile of sweaters that she meant to wear soon. She was the only person she knew who could wear them year round- nevermind that she didn't wear them every day like she used to. She supposed that it was one of those minor superpowers people could get, like that guy who could stick stuff to himself like he was a magnet, or the lady who eats glass.
"My superpower is way better," she said to herself. She plopped back down in her seat, face scrunching up against the windowpane, her breath fogging it with each exhalation.
She was worried. About Dipper, about Paz, about Wendy. They were her family, even if she didn't ship some of them together, she still loved them all to pieces!
Even though they were starting to drive her crazy.
Well, crazier than usual. Even she admitted that she was a strange egg.
"I'm the cutest egg, though. Like, an Easter Egg, but with tie dye colors and fluffy sweaters." She nodded to herself, inadvertently bopping her forehead upon the glass.
Another problem, she reflected (good one, Mabel!), was that they hadn't had any adventures! It's been a whole week back, and they had only gone to see the Multibear, and that was it! No Werewolves, no Gnome transformers, no dragons, no death defying danger and doom!
She watched as Waddles, satisfied with his mudding, lazily meandered back to his pen, the corrugated iron roof keeping the rain off of her favorite pig. She smiled happily for him; at least one of them was enjoying the summer so far.
Outside the window, the rain continued on, beating out the tattoo that heralded the rest of the day.
BREAK
Pacifica lazed about her bedroom, slowly filing at her nails. They were painted a pale blue, and they matched her eyes in a way that she wasn't sure if she liked or not.
Outside, the rain beat down heavily, the roiling of thunder in the distance telling her that today was not her day. She has half planned to head to the Shack again, but she was glad that the rain gave her an excuse not to.
In her minds eye, she saw Wendy, ginger hair aflutter as she shook her head back and forth- No, No, No- like she wanted to cry and scream and rage at Pacifica as she claimed Dipper like he was a prize and she was a beast.
I don't like this competition, she thought to herself, but she was too... obligated, in too deep to back out now. Honestly, the idea of just letting Wendy win gave her a headache, like her body was rebelling against the basest notion of defeat.
But isn't it supposed to be about Dipper? About keeping him safe and happy?
It had started that way, yes. But it had morphed into something... Worse. An ugly war between two women, with her best friend caught in the middle.
She hated it.
She hated it, but she daren't stop; not now.
Just a little more, and he'll be hers, and she'll be his, and fucking Wendy could go find some other poor boy to corrupt and fuck and make miserable.
Because that's what it is about, isn't it?
"Isn't it?" She mumbles, the file switching hands.
She frowns into her buffed nails, looking around. Her room was so boring! Not like Mabels room, all posters and tie dye and life just for the sake of living. The most color she had on her walls were the scant posters she had tacked on- the posters that Mabel had given her!
Not that she presumed that she would be seeing that room for a while. She knew that Mabel was going to be angry at her; angry that she had basically stole her brothers seed like some thief in the night.
The act, the burning liquid on her hands, the slick skin and hard muscle beneath her fingers, the way his eyes rolled, the easy way that he moaned for her...
It was intoxication, pure and simple. Dipper was her drug. Her filthy, dirty drug, the one that made her act like some harlot.
Her parents would be furious if they found out, and the thought brought a smile to her face.
"Not daddys perfect little heiress now, hmm?" She chuckled, finishing her nails and throwing the file into her dresser drawer once more. She rolled out of bed, moving to sit down on her small chair in front of her makeup table.
The table, high backed mirror surrounded by pounds of expensive looking beauty products, was the one thing in her room that her parents had really splurged on; useless products to turn her into some caricature of who she was, to impress the children of other families, to woo their sons and fathers into alliances and potential marriages. She was another bargaining chip to them; a potential way to access more wealth and power.
She hated it. She felt like a whore when she had to wear the effete trappings of their forgotten wealth and prestige. It felt wrong.
Pacifica Northwest the Heiress had died during Weirdmaggedon six years ago. Pacifica Northwest the Girl had been born, and she hadn't looked back once. All the accoutrements, the splendor, the glamor... It all felt so fake to her.
The Pines felt real, though. They were... Solid. Reminders that she had fought and bled and overcome hardships, only on the strength of her indomitable will alone.
That, and a giant robot built out of a house, but that was a team effort, anyway.
"I live in a weird town," she mumbled, pausing to brush her bangs back from her stark blue eyes.
She really was a beautiful girl; poised, strong featured, nubile and curvy where it counted, and with sparkling white teeth that she took immaculate care of.
And she knew, gazing at her potentially thousands of dollars of beautification products, that the pretty girl looking back at her didn't matter to the Pine Twins- her beauty didn't matter, but her personality did. The proud, uncompromising girl, who wasn't afraid to get dirty with them on their mystical adventures, who didn't take shit from anyone, who stood up with them and for them at any moment-
That was who Mabel and Dipper loved. That girl was the one who was proud to be called their best friend, the heiress who fell from grace and crawled back out of the wreckage a changed and better girl.
Am I still her? The small voice that asked that question fades into her mind once more, flitting across her brain like a bird skimming a lake.
She sighs, fingering some lipstick that was made from some obscure sounding Amazonian compound.
"Will I still be her when this is over?"
Outside, the thunder rumbled ever closer, the rain smacking against her window like vengeance itself.
Break
She had overslept.
It didn't matter, really- Soos had called her earlier, telling her to take the day anyway, so she could afford to catch up on those Z's that had been stolen from her by her alarm clock so many times before.
Now, wether he did that because of her break down yesterday, or because he wanted her away from Dipper for a full day, was anyone's guess.
Or maybe it's because there's a mondo murder storm about to blow through, she thought with a small laugh.
Her house was empty, couch that normally strained under the weight of five other Corduroys (or two very special twins) now only supporting her lithe form. She groaned deliciously as she stretched her arms above her head, back arching into the air, her shirt riding up and showing her stomach. On the TV, a cheap monster flick blared, a man in a rubber suit crushing a miniature city.
It was funny to watch, but it felt somewhat lessened. She needed her movie watching buddy. Seeing these shitty horror flicks and B movies had become her and Dippers thing. It was how they bonded, cracking jokes back and forth as they pigged out on cheap snack foods. It was one of her favorite parts about the Twins showing up each summer. It was also why last summer had sucked so badly.
For whatever reason, her other friends, even the ones her age, never held a candle to Dipper and Mabel Pines. It was like there was some sort of magic about them, removed even from the actual magic of Gravity Falls. They were just... Better.
And she felt them slipping through her fingers, and she hadn't even had them for a week. She almost wanted to cry every time she thought about how they had grown apart. How they were still growing apart. It was like her family was breaking up.
Mabel doesn't like me getting close to Dipper, and Dipper is being stolen away by Pacifica.
Pacifica Northwest.
That home wrecking little maggot.
"Just who the Hell does she think she is?" The words didn't receive an answer, and her fists clenched involuntarily as she thought about the picture perfect blonde girl. Her perfect smile and her perfect, flowing hair and her perfect svelte body and-
And the way she had tugged on Dippers cock until it exploded, and how she had come forward like a predator stalking prey, licking at her dirtied hand like she'd just stolen the biggest fucking prize in the world. She had known just how to strike at her. It wasn't about Dipper, it had been about Wendy!
It was revenge. Revenge for how Wendy had stolen away Dippers breath with a searing kiss. Revenge for how she had timed it just so, so that Pacifica had walked in through the door at the right moment to catch it in all its glory.
I guess that little Miss priss knows how the game is played, she mused to herself, a sardonic grin tugging at her lips. I did ask for it, after all.
One long leg came into the air, her foot idly whirling about in the same direction as her ceiling fan. She sighed, all the air in her lungs releasing in a huff.
I'm not sure if I like this game anymore.
It was an asinine pissing contest with the daughter of the richest people in town over the heart of her best friend in the whole world. She knew that Paz was planning... Something! She couldn't not be. She was...
Was...
A scheming little whore, a voice inside of her supplied helpfully, and she found herself nodding. A dirty, angry little girl trying to steal your man!
"That bitch," she muttered, hands running through her ginger locks in exasperation.
"What in the Hell is she trying to do to you, Dipper-dude? Paz is being all... Super turbo bitch."
She shook her head, her forehead furrowing in slight worry. Outside, the rain got harder, lightning flashing through her windows, the ominous thunder coming seconds after.
"This would be so much easier if he still had that mega crush on me like he used to," she mused to herself. It had been cute when they were twelve and fifteen, even though she hadn't done anything with it. Not that she even could at that point. But now?
Now was different.
She was twenty one, he was almost nineteen, and she felt the oddest tugging within herself at the thought of him. It was in her heart, in her head, and, most damningly, deep in her loins. She wanted to touch him.
She wanted to make him hers, ravage him and claim him again and again and again, until they were both nothing but rutted animals laying in a satisfied heap. She wanted to taste every last inch of him, and she wanted him to taste her, too. She wanted to use her lips and teeth to mark him, so that no one- no one!- could mistake who he belonged to.
She wasn't a virgin- hadn't been in years, if she cared to admit it; not that it was a source of pride or shame to her. It simply was. Teens in backwoods Oregon towns would, of course, end up exploring more than the nearby forests to pass the boring times. But with all of the men and (a few) women she'd slept with either in town or up at college a few towns over, she had never felt such a... Reaction like she had in Dipper. Just kissing him made it seem like stars were exploding behind her eyes and in her mind.
And she wanted more. So much more.
And if anyone was going to break in Dipper Pines, it sure as hell was gonna be Wendy Corduroy. She grinned to herself, half watching as the monster on screen demolished another skyscraper.
Who better than me? She tweaked her own nipple through her shirt, a salacious smile taking hold of her features as she ran her hands down her body. She was hot, and she knew it. She reveled in it; she earned her body through sweat, blood and tears, and damned if she wasn't going to enjoy it.
And Dipper was going to help her, and she was going to help him, and no stuck up fucking blonde princess was going to stop her.
The lightning roared in anger outside, and the forest trembled.
