Hey, guys, what's up? SP here with a new chapter in this Gravity Falls fanfic. However, before I begin, I'd like to give a shout-out to Sparky's Girl, who reminded me that if I didn't do some character development, I'd get a Mary Sue. *applauds* May the gods of Olympus protect you, my friend (yeah, I read your profile). Trust me, I'm not a stalker.
And now, without further ado, it's time for….THE GIDEON GLEEFUL SHOW!
Nah, I'm not that mean. Fortunately for you.
Elia's P.O.V
Two weeks later found me up against a wall of my hideout, a run-down shop that I had patched up and revamped into a living space of sorts, at three in the morning, a flickering light on. The reason I was here? Well, to put it simply, my parents were arguing again, and Gravity Falls wasn't the best place to be at night. Especially with two weeks until Summerween.
I heard the bell on the door jingle. Immediately, my hand jumped to the knife on the mattress-side table. As quietly as I could, I crept to the peephole I had cut into the door marked "Employees" and peered out.
"H-hello? Is an-anyone in here?" Pacifica Northwest stammered quietly into the gloom of the shop front, a flashlight held in one trembling hand.
Nothing but the sight of Pacifica Northwest, the popular girl of Gravity Falls, scared to death could have caused me to lower the knife in amazement. I'd heard something about a rift that had formed between Pacifica and her parents after last year's Northwest party, but I hadn't really listened to those rumors. Now, however, I was beginning to believe them. I thought over my options, weighing each carefully.
Suddenly, a sound I didn't fully recognize reached my ears. I looked outside to see Pacifica sitting against a wall, crying softly. Of all sights I thought were unlikely, the sight of Pacifica Northwest, the stuck-up rich prat Pacifica with all the friends, crying alone in a run-down store was about as likely as the dinosaurs spontaneously arising from their stony graves. Which isn't what you would call exactly likely.
I opened the door quietly and entered the room, putting the knife down on the counter quietly. I sat down by Pacifica and asked hoarsely, "What's going on, Pacifica?"
Pacifica looked at me, screamed, and scooted away as fast as she could. Honestly, I couldn't blame her. I could guess what I looked like; ragged pajamas, bags under my red-rimmed eyes, bandaged forearms, a bruised jaw, wild hair.
"E-Elia? Wh-what are y-y-you d-doing here?" Pacifica asked, eyes still shiny with unshed tears, not even bothering with her nickname for me. (Coatrack. Don't ask."
"Same as you," I responded. "Gettin' away from my parents."
"Wha- How- Who-" Pacifica was at a loss for words, breaking up.
I stood up and hobbled over to Pacifica. "It's okay, mate. You're not alone."
"Why d-do you have those bandages?" Pacifica asked.
"Wh-" I looked down at my arms, realizing what Pacifica was talking about. "Oh, these? Well, my parents argue, I'm a little depressed, and there's a knife on th' counter. How'd'you think I got 'em?"
Pacifica shuddered. Then, "OhGodEliahelpmehelpmepleasehelpIthinkI'mgoinginsane.." The blonde-haired girl collapsed against me, crying her heart out on my shoulder.
I paused for a moment, thinking about how awkward it was that Pacifica Northwest was crying into my shoulder and asking me for help, me of all people. Why me? I was just a quiet know-it-all with a weird fashion sense who sat in the back of class. Kinda like Hermione Granger in the first few chapters you know her in The Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone. I smiled unconsciously at that, tightening my arm around Pacifica. Reaching for something to calm her down, I snatched at the first song that came to mind. I had memorized it a couple years ago, and I always sang it under my breath when I was feeling especially low;
You must go where I cannot
Pangur Ban, Pangur Ban
Nil sa saol seo ach ceo
Is ni bheimid beo
Ach seal beag gearr
Pangur Ban, Pangur Ban
Nil sa saol seo ach ceo
Is ni bheimid beo
Ach seal beag gearr
You must go where I cannot
Pangur Ban, Pangur Ban
Nil sa saol seo ach ceo
Is ni bheimid beo
Ach seal beag gearr.
I squeezed my eyes and sat up. For a moment, I thought that the events of last night were a dream, but then I saw the blonde head of Pacifica right next to me. Oddly enough, she snored. Huh. Maybe I'll use that for blackmail later.
"Hey, Pacifica," I murmured, shaking the Northwest lightly. "Time to get up. Wakey, wakey."
Pacifica turned over. "Later," she slurred.
I looked at her, a little nonplussed. "Oi, Pacifica,' I hissed, "I'm Elia. You're in a run-down shop in downtown Gravity Falls. Your hair looks horrible."
The jibe had its desired effect. Pacifica jolted up, groaning as her blood started flowing again.
"Good morning," I asked pleasantly. "Have a nice sleep?"
"Actually, that was the best rest I've had in weeks," Pacifica said. She looked sidelong at me. "I guess I should thank you."
"Hey, hakuna matata," I said, smiling a bit. "You're the only person who knows what's goin' on inside my head. Likewise the other way." I chuckled grimly. "Everyone we can depend on is standin' in this room."
Pacifica smiled sadly at me. "You actually don't hate me?"
"I'm a Capricorn," I replied. "Even if I did hate you at some point, that feeling's dead an' gone. In any case, I actually kinda like you. Not for your money or reputation or any of that, but for who you really are. There's only one o' you, Pacifica Northwest. I'd be honored to call you my friend."
"Friend?" Pacifica asked blankly. I nodded. Pacifica stared at me. "Friend…" she said again. A small smile turned her mouth upwards. "You mean it?"
"As the powers that be watch over us be, it is," I said, placing a hand over my heart. "I don't let people sleep over easily."
Pacifica smiled up at me. "Want to come over to my house today?"
I looked at my watch. "Scheiẞe. I would have work today, but seeing as it's 11:36, why not?"
"You work here?" Pacifica asked. "In Gravity Falls.
"Yeah," I replied. "I work at the Mystery Shack, thinking up new 'exhibits'." I snorted with laughter.
"Is Dipper Pines there?" Pacifica asked.
I raised an eyebrow, deciding not to ask how Pacifica knew Dipper Pines. "Let's stop over there today, 'kay?"
Wow, talk about a surprising chapter. I didn't know this was coming. Okay, I had the general outline planned, but it was still really surprising.
The song I wrote up there is 'Aisling Song', from the (amazing) movie Brendan and the Secret of Kells. The reason the Harry Potter title has two titles is for those of you from Europe, who have "Philosopher's" instead of "Sorcerer's", and for people in the U.S., who have it the other way around. I do not own either things. (In Alan Rickman's voice) Obviously.
Read my other fanfics, please!