Dipper tossed and turned in his bed. He was hot, humid and increasingly sticky. More troublesome than his sweaty situation, he couldn't break his thoughts free from the conversation he had earlier with his grunkle Stan.

Take it from me kid, the girl's into you… He could hear Stan's voice clear as day.

He wrapped his pillow around his head, but it was another feeble attempt to keep his mind quiet.

If you wait too long you'll let her get away… Stan's voice began to scold him.

"Mmmm…" He tossed again, laying his face flat against his mattress. This was starting to get out of hand.

When are you gonna make your move…

That was enough, he couldn't take it anymore. He kicked the covers off, and sat hunched over at the side of his bed. "I really gotta get some air." He looked around the room for something decent to wear. On hot nights like this he was grateful he didn't have to bunk with Mabel at the mystery shack anymore; it made sleeping in your underwear a lot less awkward. The darkness of the room got the better of him as he settled for a simple pair of gym shorts thinking modesty wasn't much of a concern. After all, who could be up at this hour?

On his way to the kitchen he noticed a light from the fridge, probably grunkle Stan, he thought to himself. He continued on…

But he was wrong. Worse than wrong. In fact, who better to find in his kitchen in the middle of the night, than the heiress of the Northwest fortune?

Should he run?

Yup, he should definitely make a run for it.

Any second now.

Just turn around and run…

But he couldn't. He stayed the course, somehow gravitating towards the same person who had been haunting him all night. Deciding that running away was no longer an option, he chose to embrace the awkward situation that was about to unfold.

Timing is everything…

He swallowed hard. "Hey Pacifica," he called out. Pacifica nearly jumped out of her skin, bumping her head lightly against the door frame of the refrigerator. "Are you okay?"

"Never better…" She called out from the fridge, but Dipper could hear a bit of frustration in her voice. "Is tomato juice the only thing you guys have to drink around here?"

"Well, if I had known that you would be raiding the fridge I would've stocked up on champagne and caviar." He let Pacifica shuffle in the fridge for a bit longer until he chose to intervene. "Here, I have some Pitt Cola stashed in the back." He opened the door wide enough for him to squeeze through. Pacifica tensed up almost immediately.

This was the first time she had seen Dipper without a shirt, and one of the very few times she had ever seen a boy shirtless. Her blush was inevitable.

"Watch out for the pitt," he reminded her, handing over the can. In doing so his fingers brushed against hers. Her blush went from inevitable to undeniable.

The girl's into you… He turned away from her, but it didn't help. The girl's into you…

He spoke up, "So, what's eating you?"

She paused for a moment, wondering if it would be a good idea to confide in him.

"I have a date tomorrow," She began. Dipper put on a mask, there was no way he could let her know what he was feeling. "So I'm nervous. He's pretty popular with other girls you know, and well... You can tell when a girl has kissed someone before right?"

Despite how badly the conversation turned for Dipper, he couldn't deny how cute she looked now. It made it harder for him, but the mask he wore was cool and confident.

"Uh, yea I guess. I mean if she's nervous or scared you can tell."

"Oh." Her voice grew nearly silent.

"You've never kissed anyone?" Dipper pressed on.

"Of course I have!" She defended quickly. "It's just… I'm not throwing my lips on every guy I see." Her face was red, her cheeks were puffed in a childish pout.

"Hey, you don't have to convince me. Actually to be honest, if you were an experienced professional it would be a bit of a turnoff… for me at least." He began to unconsciously scratch at the back of his head.

After a pregnant pause, Pacifica continued. "Have you kissed a lot of girls?"

"Tons." He responded quickly. She was shocked at first, but then she realized that he wasn't taking the question seriously.

"Oh I'm so sure." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I'm dead serious, as soon as I see a girl, I'm like here have my lips."

"And I'm sure your grandmother appreciates it." She quipped.

Strange, it was so easy for them to fall back into this trap. They could joke for hours together in good nature.

Dipper's smile grew wide. He had already come to terms with how much he enjoyed her company and now he was reassured. He decided within himself that timing wouldn't be an issue because he wouldn't try anything. He was content with being the guy she confided in, the guy she could rely on no matter how late at night… he was sure that would be enough for him. However, that's not to say he was content with letting some random guy be her first kiss. No, Pacifica was special, her first kiss should be with a guy she could trust: a guy like him.

A wicked idea crawled across his mind.

He took a deep breath, and placed his hands on her shoulders. Before Pacifica realized what was happening Dipper brushed his lips against hers softly. The kiss was chaste, and over just as quickly as it had started. Pacifica's body was rigid, and surprise had rooted her to the spot. Dipper pulled away, as the seconds passed she became more and more aware of the frenzy within her chest.

"There, now you won't have to be so nervous." He let go of her shoulders and walked away. To any outsider he may have looked confident, smug even, as he left Pacifica there. Inside however, he fought the urge to run back and kiss her again.

Pacifica reached a nervous hand to her lips. What the hell just happened?