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Mabel was having the time of her life. This place was so fun. It was like an amusement park mixed with a restaurant mixed with a toy store.* Atlántico had won and bought her a prize. So now she had a huge Teddy Bear and a bouquet if lollypops. She was going to get so sick. She wondered what time it was. "Hey, what time is it," she asked.

"Let me check," he said, reaching in his pocket for his cellphone. He checked the time. "It's almost twelve. Are you hungry. I'm pretty sure Pacifica and your brother already ate."

"Oh, no," Mabel said, waving it off. "I have lollipops."

"But aren't you worried for your health," he asked.

She shook her head. "It's all right to get a little crazy sometimes. I mean, I do it all the time and I'm adorable." She took a cherry lollipop from her bouquet and started eating it. She offered him one.

He thought about it for a second. He weighed the perfect amount for his age, but, then again, nobody's perfect. He took a blueberry one from her bouquet and started eating it. He was sure he was going to get a cavity for this, but who cared? This was his life. He smiled with the lollipop in his mouth. Mabel did the same.

They had sat in silence for half an hour while Mabel and Atlántico were nowhere to be seen. Dipper didn't feel like sitting down the whole day. It gave him time to ponder on Pacifica, something he didn't want. So he lifted his head and asked, "Wanna go do something," the exact same time she did.

Pacifica blushed. She wasn't expecting him to ask either. She didn't want to just sit around. It gave her time to ponder on how she would tell Dipper how she felt, something she really didn't want to do. She was hoping to just let it come out.

"Uh, you go first," Dipper said, confused. It was really confusing when other's said things the same time he did. It makes sense with Mabel, but it's just plain confusing with others. Even his girl- Pacifica. Even Pacifica.

"No, you go first," she insisted.

"You wanna go do something. Beats sitting around here."

Pacifica didn't have to think about it. She nodded. She was going to have fun today and confess to Dipper. "What should we do first," she asked once they were walking around.

Dipper looked around. There was so many things to do. There were rides and games and food and everything. It was like an amusement park mixed with a restaurant mixed with a toy store.* He spotted a ride that looked perfect for enthusiasm. He pointed to it, "That one looks cool."

Pacifica looked at it and her skin went pale.

"Something wrong," Dipper asked, false innocence.

"Nope," she said, her voice a few octaves higher. "I love the It Will Make You Throw Up, favorite ride," she lied.

"Then lets go. Or would you rather stay here," he asked, hoping for the latter.

"No, I'll go," she confirmed. She started walking towards it. The ride was over and she saw a few kids come out. They all looked dizzy and green. Some got over it, most of them, though, ran straight to a bathroom or a garbage can or just let it out. She stopped for a second.

Dipper was smiling on the inside. She was so going to back out of this. Then he might be able to enjoy some things alone. Then he saw that she took off her glasses and put them in her purse. She then started walking as steadily as she could. Dipper followed, confused as to what she was doing.

"Aw, Pacifica," said the operator. "Good to see you here again."

"Good, to see you too, Mike," she said. She couldn't actually see him, though. Not without her glasses. She recognized his voice, though.

"Spent all your birthdays here and now you're going to ride it. Whatta ya plan on doing next, jumping off a cliff." The old man laughed at his own joke, which wasn't really that funny.

"Haha, Mike. Just let me on the ride."

"Alright, darling. Get going."

Pacifica held out her hand. "Dipper, guide me, please. I cant see."

He rolled his eyes and took a step forward. "I'm on your other side."

She held out her other hand and he grabbed her wrist.

"Aw, is this the boyfriend everyone's talking about," Mike teased.

"Yes," Pacifica said, handing him her bag.

That's when Dipper started guiding her forward. He didn't need a lie spreading around before he ended it. He got in a seat and helped her up. After getting buckled, they waited a few moments for everyone else to get buckled up so they could enjoy the ride. Well, try in Pacifica's point of view. She wasn't all that excited, even if she couldn't see what was going on. She felt her chair lift up and immediately held onto the chair for support. She had no idea how high she was in the air, but, considering how big this building was, she had a good idea. Then it started spinning and she started screaming. She could hear Dipper screaming next to her. Though, his were screams of excitement, hers were screams of fear. As she was flipped upside down, she screamed even louder. Her eyes were tightly shut. It went on like this for a few more minutes. Her screams were drowned out by other screams and she was grateful for that. She didn't need anyone thinking that she was a scaredy-cat.

And then the ride was over. She was so relieved! It was over. Hopefully she didn't have to go on anymore rides like this. When she took a step out of her seat, though, she didn't feel like throwing up. She felt dizzy, but not like throwing up. Making her way in the direction she thought Mike was at, she wondered how Dipper felt. "Mike." He grunted, confirming her direction. "Can I have my bag?" He handed it to her and she took out her glasses. After putting them on, she looked around for Dipper. When she found him, she burst out laughing. He was leaning against a trashcan and looked ready to puke. She walked up to him. "Are you ok," she laughed.

"Shut up," he groaned. He leaned over the trashcan and puked inside. He was not ok.

"You need to sit down or something..."

"Nope," he said, standing up not so straight. "I need a drink of water, though." He looked around and walked to a water fountain. After taking a drink, his normal color was returning. "I feel so much better."

Pacifica smiled. "Great, let's go on another ride."

He looked up at her from his crouched position. "How is it that you still look good after a ride like that."

"Easy." She flipped her hair. "I'm a Northwest."

He shook his head and took another drink of water. Pacifica now thought he was ok. "Let's go on more rides," she said, eagerly. She then grabbed his wrist and took off running.

They were now on their fifth ride and it was way past lunch. Pacifica and Dipper got off of a ride called the Spinner. It let you know what it felt like to be inside a top. Pacifica got off and bumped into a few things and holding onto Dipper wasn't helping her either. After getting a solid hold onto something, she put her glasses on, though the world still wasn't quite yet done spinning.

Dipper was looking at everything around him, trying to get everything into focus. Things just kept spinning. He held onto Pacifica for balance, which really wasn't a good idea. She was as Dizzy as he was.

Everything was coming into focus now. She looked around. Everything was somewhat clear and she felt like she would be able to walk without any help. The problem, though, was Dipper. He was as unbalanced as a new born puppy. She grabbed his wrist with her hands and started walking forward. "I think it's time for a lunch break. Don't you," she asked.

Everything was becoming clear and he stopped still for a second so it could happen faster. Once it did, he sighed in relief. "Yeah, lunch sounds good." And they headed off, Dipper forgetting about deal he promised to end.

Mabel was looking at the choices for lunch when Dipper and Pacifica arrived. "So, how's it going," she whispered to Dipper when he sat next to her.

"Good, why," he asked, confused.

"You seemed kind of hostile towards her this morning."

"When did you learn that word?"

"I heard it somewhere and decided to look it up."

He nodded. Then he remembered why. He wasn't really her boyfriend, that's why she didn't trust him.

"So what is everyone having," Pacifica asked. She looked at the menu and then at the time. It was almost two o'clock. Oh, well. Better late than never. "I'm getting a grilled cheese with tomato."

That was the choice that caught Dipper's eye too. They had more in common than he thought, but he would never admit it. "Same here."

Mabel was looking through the menu when Atlántico sat across from her, setting her drink down in front of her.

"Here you go, your favorite, Cliff-dew."*

Mabel smiled. "Why thank you, kind sir."

He grinned as he took his seat. "Are we ordering lunch now?"

"We're actually ordering a before dinner snack," Mabel said, looking at the time.

"What time are we leaving here," Atlántico asked Pacifica.

"At five." She looked at the time. It was now two o'clock. "My guess is, it will take us half an hour to catch up on what each of us were doing and eat lunch at the same time. So this ends at two thirty or two forty. Then we'll all meet back here at four. We'll eat our dinner. Drop you guys off at home," she pointed to the twins. "And then we'll head home," she gestured to herself and Atlántico. "That pretty much how I planned the day." Aside from a confession that she wouldn't say out loud.

"Alright!" Mabel yelled. "Let's order those grilled cheeses!"

It was like an amusement park mixed with a restaurant mixed with a toy store.* Their minds are synchronized. ^v^

"Here you go, your favorite, Cliff-dew."* My stupid cartoon version of Mountain-Dew.

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