Hello everyone! I am so sorry for going on a three week hiatus. I have been very busy, realizing that I have other stories I haven't even finished yet. Also, Easter is coming up and, apparently, I'm too old for an Easter Basket and I have to help my mom buy everything! Anyway, thank you for listening to my last Authors note, we are now up to 211 favorites. A few chapters left guys, not including this one. I cant say how many, though. And YouKnowWho, you know me so well. I love all of you. And, from now on, I'm going to tell you when I'm going on a hiatus. Until then, enjoy!

They were eating some cereal early, but not too early, in the morning. Mabel looked up from her bowl and asked, "Wanna have a Spoon Contest?"*

Dipper thought for a second. "Sure."

They were about to start when Alexander rushed passed them. After a thought, he turned back around and stopped at Mabel, who was doing her best to smile at him. "My sweet Mabel," he started. "I am so sorry, but I am busy today. I have some business to take care of. But, just know, I will always be thinking of you for every second I'm gone."

Mabel had an actual smile this time. No Alexander for a day? How awesome! She faked sympathy. "Oh, it's ok, I'll just stay here and watch TV all day. No need to worry. Waddles will take care of me while you're gone."

Alexander smiled at the name of their son. They were a perfect match. And he was going to make sure that they stayed that way. After a quick kiss on the cheek, he left.

Mabel turned to Dipper with a huge smile who was also smiling. "I'm free," she whispered.

"A day away from him, that's exactly what you ne-"

Knock-Knock

"Who could that be at this hour," Dipper asked. Mabel shrugged.

"Not it!"

"Not i- Aw, dang it," Dipper groaned. He got up from his chair and went to open the door. There was Pacifica wearing something new. Nothing like yesterday. Today she was wearing a white, silk dress with a golden cardigan and white sandals with golden designs with a matching purse. And the glasses were gone. "What happened to you," he asked.

"What," she asked too quickly. "What's wrong with me? There's nothing wrong with me."

He took a small step back. She sounded a bit defensive. "Alright," he said slowly.

"Who's at the door, Dipper," Mabel called as she walked over.

"It's just Pacifica," Pacifica answered.

"And Atlántico," Atlántico popped up from behind Pacifica, revealing his presence. He had a big smile, something Dipper had never seen before. He wasn't looking at him though.

"What are you doing here," Dipper asked, unamused. Mabel was already behind him, looking at the rich blondes.

"Um, can I talk to you for a second," Pacifica asked.

Dipper took a glance at Mabel and saw that she wasn't even paying attention to anything but Atlántico. Same went for Atlántico to Mabel. What the heck was going on here? "Sure," he said. But he wasn't moving.

"In private," she said.

"What's wrong with right here?" He wasn't about to leave Mabel alone with this guy.

"It's something important."

"Yeah, Dipper," Mabel said, shoving him aside so she could get a better view of Atlántico. "Private stuff. We understand. " She opened the door fully. "Come on in, guys." Dipper was about to protest but they were already walking in. He silently sighed. Mabel immediately started talking to Atlántico. "You want to meet my pig. He's adorable."

"You get to have your pets in the house," he asked as they left the two. Wow, rich kids, huh.

When they were out of earshot, Dipper turned to Pacifica. "Why is he here?"

Pacifica opened her mouth and then closed it. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about," she answered. "He really likes Mabel."

"Wasn't he in love with you just two days ago?"

Pacifica felt like smacking him on the head. "No, he was in love with the idea that we would look perfect with each other. He likes Mabel now. You should have seen him when I said I was coming here."

Pacifica was walking down the hallway in her new outfit, and no glasses, when Atlántico saw her. "You're going to see Dipper," he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"I'm coming too," he yelled as he ran to go get dressed.

Dipper still thought that he was bad. He also thought that it was a good thing that Alexander was out. How would he feel if he saw Mabel with another boy? He shuddered at the thought of what would happen. Alexander seemed a bit unstable.

"What's wrong," Pacifica asked, seeing him shudder.

"I was just thinking what would happen if Alexander saw him with Mabel."

"Oh, that's right. That's her husband." She waved it off. "So let's just let them hang with each other before he leaves. He really thinks he has something going here."

"I doubt that."

Pacifica looked spectacle. "You're telling me that Mabel wasn't a bit too happy to see him right now?" Dipper didn't answer. "Exactly."

"I don't trust him."

"I do," she said.

She said it so firmly that it made him think twice. "Why?"

She didn't look him in the eye. "You wouldn't understand."

That's when Dipper saw something on her cheek. "Are you wearing make up?"

She instantly took a step back. "No," she said quickly. Well, yes, she was wearing makeup, but only eye-shadow and some concealer.

Dipper didn't know which make up was which or how make up worked at all, but he knew that there was too much on that one spot in her cheek. He took a step forward and Pacifica backed up. "What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing," she said, quickly. "You're just looking too much into this."

"And what exactly is "This"," he said as he gestured to her cheek.

"It's nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing." He wasn't backing down on this.

She wasn't either. "Well it is, so stop patronizing me."

"I'm not patronizing you, I just want an answer," he argued back.

"Why do you even care?!"

"Because I'm your boyfriend!"

It was silent after that. Pacifica was shocked to actually hear him say that. He wasn't really her boyfriend. Did he remember that? Did she remember that? Come to think of it, they never once said it since...Who knows when. She blushed, realizing that he was serious.

Dipper blushed after realizing what he just said. "So what happened," he asked, not backing down.

She backed up a bit. "Nothing."

That's when Mabel and Atlántico walked back in, Mabel in a new sweater and headband. "I heard we're going somewhere!" She yelled.

Pacifica smiled. "Yeah, I'm taking us four to a delicious restaurant for breakfast." She turned to Dipper with a fake bright smile. "I have the whole day planned." His face showed no emotion.

"I'll walk you to the Limo, Mabel," Atlántico said. She grabbed his offered arm eagerly. She seemed to be having a great time.

Dipper internally sighed. If she had to wait five more days for Alexander to be gone, he could at least give her a bit of fun. He would shut his mouth for the day. They all started walking out. He grabbed Pacifica's shoulder as she was walking out of the door. "We'll pick up where we left off later." Then he went to go change into something other than his normal sleeping wear.

Now in the limo, the only one's talking were Mabel and Atlántico. "So it looks like a rock?" He asked.

"No it looks like a face," she answered.

"Is it a face?"

"No, it's a rock that looks like a face."

"So it's not a face."

She sighed, oblivious to his teasing behavior. "For the last time, it's not an actual face."

He let out a laugh. "I'm only teasing, Mabel."

She put on a huge smile. "You want to hear more about Waddles?"

"Sure."

Dipper tuned out after that. She could go on for hours about how adorable Waddles is. He started thinking about Pacifica. He didn't know anything about makeup, yet he knew that there was a bit too much on that one spot. Not noticeable if you weren't looking, but he analyzed her face like a hawk. Creepy, yes. But he was aloud. He was her boyfriend... Her fake boyfriend. Not her real boyfriend. That's why she was so eager to keep it to herself. He wasn't her real boyfriend. Glaring at his hands he realized that he was an idiot for thinking something so stupid. Of course he wasn't her boyfriend. It didn't mean anything when they held hands, or when they had conversations, or when they sang together, or when they shared secrets. It was a just a deal. After today, he was ending this. Atlantico was over her. He liked Mabel now. This deal was off at the end of the day. For now, let Mabel have her fun.

Pacifica didn't need anyone knowing what had happened. Not even Dipper, no matter how much she trusted him. How was a twelve year old boy going to free her from beatings. From her father. He cant. Not until their older. Maybe then he could take her away from this he- What was she thinking? He wasn't her real boyfriend. He knew that this was fake. Right? Though, she hoped he didn't. Ever since they sang together, he was always on her mind. His smile, his advice, the way he listened to what she had to say and put in his own opinion even if she didn't agree. How he came up with clever plans and schemes. Also the fact that he protects those he cares about. Like Mabel and how he was angry that Atlántico was here. He was the perfect guy. Scratch that. The perfect guy for her. And she would tell him this. After tonight, there would be no more pretending. It would all be real.

They arrived at a fun Diner in a part of town Dipper and Mabel had never seen. When Atlántico looked out of the window, he smiled. "I remember this place. I spent some birthdays here."

Mabel looked out the window too. There she saw a building full of colors. There were all types of kids there. Big kids, little kids, even teenagers were there. It looked like some crazy fun house.

"Mr. Gorium's Funhouse Emporium," Dipper read. What Kind of a name was that?

"I love this place," Pacifica explained. "I used to come here all the time. It was a time to stuff my face with whatever delicious food came to the table."

Atlántico turned to her, confused. "I never saw you stuff your face."

"That's because when you came around, I wasn't aloud to anymore," she stated, simply.

"Oh. Well I remember every birthday I spent here." His hand waited eagerly on the handle to open it when the limo parked. When it did, he jumped out. He held out a hand to Mabel. "Come, Mabel. I want to show you my favorite spot."

"Don't mind if I do," she said, grabbing his hand. They both took off running.

Pacifica got out before Dipper and walked to the driver. "Thanks, Tom. I'll summon you when I need you." He tipped his hat to her and drove away. "Glad that's over," she muttered and she took something out of her purse.

Dipper saw that it was a white container, a very small one. Pacifica opened them and started messing with her eyes. Contacts. She was putting away her contacts. When she was done, she took out something plastic and purple. Her glasses.

"That's better," she said to herself. She then turned to Dipper with a smile. "Now let's go have some fun." She grabbed his arm, surprising him, and started for the emporium. When they walked in, Dipper saw why it was called a fun house. This was no ordinary fun house with fun mirrors. This fun house had everything fun. From blocks for babies to internet for teenagers. And one small portion was the dining area. It looked pack. But there was one up a level from all the other ones. "That's our table," she explained when she saw him looking at it.

He nodded and put on his best smile for Mabel. "Let's go have some fun," he said, grabbing her hand and running towards the table, not noticing the huge smile on her face.

"Wanna have a Spoon Contest?"* A spoon contest is when you try and keep your spoon hanging from your nose for as long as possible. Also, we all know Mabel would've won.

You guys know how I told you in the beginning of chapter that I was going to say when I was going on a hiatus. Well, I'm going on a hiatus. (Dodges rotten tomatoes) Don't worry, it wont be that long. It'll probably five days to a week. Well, until next time. Voeiaik msnyxxlr ahw fvvx pr laskl xahr rvy momgr