Chapter 4
Mabel sat down on the bed as she gazed around the extravagant room. No matter how long the two girls knew each other, Mabel was always astounded by just how rich Pacifica really was. From the walk-in closet filled with designer clothes, to the expensive vanity set, to the king-sized bed adorned with its elaborate headboard stretching up towards the skylight, everything about the room was designed to flaunt the Northwest's wealth and power, all with a coat of hot-pink paint.
"Your place looks great." Mabel smiled, "Did you redecorate?"
"A little," Pacifica said, "I thought it was time to make a few changes."
Mabel kicked off her sneakers and made herself a bit more comfortable. The bed was definitely new, and much larger than the one Pacifica had when they used to hang out. The skylight was a nice touch, allowing the twilight stars to shine down. It's funny, most people may look at all of this and expect Pacifica to be nothing more than a spoiled brat, and sure, that may have been the case back when they first met, but since then, Pacifica had grown into a caring, mature, down-to-Earth young women.
Not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.
"NO!" Mabel thought to herself, trying not to focus on Pacifica's cute face, her smooth skin, moist, pink lips and tight-
"You okay there, Mabel." Pacifica said, startling the Pines girl.
"Fine! Everything's fine." replied Mabel, trying, and failing, to sound convincing. "A-ok. Okey-dokey. Don't mind me." She laughed as Pacifica went back to talking with Dipper about . . . something, she wasn't listening.
"Don't go there, Mabel. Keep your mind out of the gutter. You're just here to hang out with your friend. Nothing more!"
Back when she was young, Mabel was all about summer romances. She would pester boys constantly for dates hoping to find mister right, but after all the gnomes, child psychics, mermaids, boy bands and puppet-kissing freaks, Mabel was noticeably burnt out when it came to her potential crushes. Finally, Mabel decided to take her friend Wendy's advice and just forget about boys for a while. She began to focus less on finding a boyfriend and more on having fun with her actual friends, like Pacifica. Sure, she may occasionally meddle in the relationships of others, all the time, everyday, but Mabel was able to enjoy her summers in Gravity Falls without having to focus on her own love life.
That is, until last summer.
She couldn't really explain what happened even if she tried. It was like one day everything was the same, and all of a sudden, everything was different. One minute, Pacifica was just a good friend who she liked hanging out with, and the next she was this beautiful, smart, funny, beautiful, charismatic, caring, beautiful, graceful, mature, beautiful, Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL woman that she wanted to see more and more of. There was just something different about her. Something unique.
No wonder Dipper was so crazy about her.
Mabel could see it in his eyes. The same kind of look he used to give Wendy. Mabel could tell he was falling for her, and damned if she was going to be the one to stand in his way.
"There is no way I could do something like that to my own brother." Mabel thought. "Besides, It's not like I had a chance with her anyway. I've known Pacifica for years. There's no way she's . . . you know, like me." Mabel sighed and stared across the room as Pacifica and Dipper talked with one another: the two people she cared about more than anything in the world.
"I wonder if there's a way we could share her?" Mabel chuckled.
"Yeah, right! Like that would ever happen."