Author's Note:
I'm trying to get back into the writing curve, so I decided to write a short and sweet little one-shot for my faves. I don't see nearly enough of this ship on here, to tell you the truth. Enjoy, fellow Mabifica stans!
Synopsis:
Sometimes being long distance is unbearable, but Pacifica is counting down the days until she can see Mabel again.
"Until I See You Again"
"Okay, okay, check this out."
The rain pattered outside, though Pacifica couldn't see beyond the curtain covering the one small window behind her. The computer screen served as the only light illuminating the room, and the volume was turned down low so as to not disturb her sleeping parents.
A series of minuscule clicks could be heard from the other end of the device before the screen shifted. The girl she was talking to became slightly obscured by randomly assorted flares and sparkly stickers. As she backed up a few paces, the full length of her dark hair became visible, as well as the cat design on the blue nightgown she wore.
She flashed a braces-filled smile, making jazz hands toward the camera. "Ta-daaa!" she exclaimed.
Pacifica laughed. "Wait, how'd you even do that?"
The girl stepped back toward the camera to demonstrate. "Okay, so, you see that button in the bottom corner?"
She looked. "Nope, no idea what you're talking about."
"Really? There's not a button there?"
She shook her head, a slight smile crossing her lips. "I think you're making this up."
"Darn it. You must not have the new update," the girl said.
"Rats. I'll make sure to download it after we log off."
"You should! They have some funny filters on here," the brunette girl replied, coming closer to the screen. The camera then began to move vigorously for a second before settling on an image of the same girl in different surroundings. She was now reclining on a comfortable-looking pillow surrounded by stuffed animals of various species, still blinking back at Pacifica with a goofy expression.
"I just realized I haven't asked about Gravity Falls in a while," she said once she had turned the filter back off. "Are you still working at the diner?"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Yes."
The brunette giggled. "Come on, there's no way it's that bad. Lazy Susan is an angel."
"Eh, she's not the worst, I guess. I gotta make money somehow." She plopped onto her stomach, letting her legs fall back on the pillows behind her. "Still, I think I liked it better when I lived in a mansion and didn't have to work."
"Even if that mansion had an angry lumberjack ghost in it?"
Pacifica laughed again. "Yeah...maybe not."
Thunder rumbled outside. She imagined the ghost sensing that he was being gossiped about.
Shifting her own position slightly, she prepared a question of her own. "How's California?"
The brunette looked off to the side for a second, trying to think of a response. When her gaze fell on the screen again, she said, "It's...really normal. Not in a bad way. But it was weird to get used to after such a crazy summer, you know?"
Pacifica nodded. "Yeah. It's been surprisingly normal here since you guys left. Well, about as normal as it gets in this town."
"Grenda said that, too. I think I'd have to see it to believe it, though." She grinned.
Pacifica laughed lightly, though her heart ached. It wasn't enough to talk to her through the screen. She wished the two of them could be in the same room, giggling at pictures online and braiding each other's hair.
"How many weeks until summer break, again?" she finally asked.
The girl hummed, trying to remember the exact number. "A little over seven," she answered.
The blonde smiled. "I shall expectantly await your arrival," she said in a false posh voice.
The brunette responded with the same energy, though Pacifica could tell she was really trying not to laugh. "I as well, m'lady. I expect a fine party to celebrate."
"But of course. Only the finest for you, darling."
They both busted out laughing.
A voice resounded on the brunette's side of the call and she turned her head to reply. Though it was hard to make out exactly what was said, Pacifica was already frowning, having some idea of what it could be.
"Alright, alright! I'm logging off," said the girl, who then turned back toward the camera with a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, Pazzy, I have to go. Mom's making me go to sleep. But I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
Thunder rumbled again. The wind and rain seemed to pick up as they said their goodbyes.
"Okay. See you tomorrow," she said, and they both waved to each other a final time before the last click was heard. The computer screen went dark, blackening the room.
Pacifica closed her laptop, falling backward into her nest of pillows. She picked one up and hugged it to her chest, pretending it was the cheery brunette she wished she could see right now.
"Just seven more weeks," she whispered, and then sleep descended on her like a warm blanket.