AVAVA
( Dipper Pines )
VAVAV
He had ordered his lunch, shortly after he had sat down, across from Pacifica. He noticed, that Pacifica, looked angry as the lady had come over to take his order, and again, when she returned with it. Made him wonder, if her moodiness was linked to, attention. Not that he would ever say that, not as long as he valued his own life. But it seemed, as long as he focused his attention on the girl, she remained calm. And that was interesting. Something that he wished that he had known, years ago.
He looked at her, while she was fixing her make-up. He thought that girls went to the bathroom to fix their make-up. It was kind of odd to see her with this little compact mirror, adjusting her lipstick, and eyeliner.
While he liked the eye-liner on the girl, he really disliked the lipstick.
It wasn't that it was a bad color, or that it clashed with her skin tone or anything, either.
He just liked the natural pink of her lips more than the lipstick. They just looked so much more kissable. He let his gaze flow back up to her eyes. Blue... actually, 'blue' didn't seem good enough in describing them. Maybe more like polished sapphires?
No Dipper, cool your jets, Buddy. This is Pacifica Northwest. If you give her the ammo, she will use it.
"What?" She was looking at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Huh?" Shit, shit, had he been caught? He had to pay it off. "Uh..." No! Nothing was coming to mind. Come on Dipper, 'ol boy. Say something... anything. "I like the color of your lips without the lipstick."
No! You IDIOT! You're not supposed to say that! What did I tell you about giving her ammo!
"I... don't think I heard you right, It sounded like you said you... liked me better without lipstick... but I couldn't have heard you right." She just looked at him, awaiting an answer.
Alright, Dipper. Think of something, that you could have said, that sounds like what you said... come on, it's like a puzzle, you are good at puzzles!
"I like your natural lip color, is all. Red is too dark, not that it's a bad color or anything, just... I don't know... the natural pink, just looks right." Dipper just sat there, obviously the little voice inside his head, was having a mini-stroke.
"You... really think so?" What was that look? His mind seemed to have come back, trying to figure out the look on Pacifica's face. It kind of looked like a smile, and her cheeks were lightly dusted pink... which would normally mean... embarrassment? No... that she was flattered? Maybe... but remember, we are talking about Pacifica. It might be her, 'I'll kill you and hide the body' look.
What is she doing? He wondered as she picked up a napkin, and started to clean the lipstick off of her lips. And after a couple napkins, and part of a bottle of water, she succeeded, gracing him with a view, he had rarely seen. Her without lipstick.
"Better?" She asked, but he couldn't take his eyes away. Not now, that her lower lip was captured between her teeth slightly. Was... Was she nervous? Couldn't be. Pacifica, was always confident. Something was wrong, she was luring him into a false sense of security, then she would strike.
Worst part about it, he was going to walked right into it, without caring.
"Y-Yeah, much better..." He finally managed to rip his eyes away from her lips, "Uh... well, it's been an hour, and no fighting."
"Yeah... so?" She didn't sound snippy, kind of sounded hopeful, if Pacifica, was a normal girl.
"Maybe, since we are doing so good, we could... do other things? Like... uh. A movie, maybe? Or, something, I don't know." He was stupid, and she was going to point it out, he just knew it. He should have figured out something to do, before he even said something.
"A movie might be nice. Or... something else." Actually he didn't care what they did. It was actually nice, hanging around Pacifica, when they weren't fighting. Then he got an idea... one of the most genius ideas he had ever had. If Pacifica liked attention. Why didn't he just ask her, what she wanted to do?
"Is there anything you wanna do? I'm more than happy to do anything that you want to do." Which was true, as long as they were getting along.
"Well... I was planning on going shopping for clothes later on today. But I'm sure you wouldn't want to do that, its pretty boring." It sounded boring, kind of like having a root-canal. But if she wanted to, then he was game.
"No, I bet it's fun. I can help carry everything. Since... y'know, I'm not really all that good with fashion." He looked down at his clothing. Good clothes, but not fashionable. He was more into functional attire, then fashionable.
"You just want to see me change clothes." She smirked a little.
"Maybe, I do." He surprised himself, he was only usually this collected around Mabel, when It came to joking around.
"Well then, I already texted Butler, so he should be here..."
"Miss Pacifica?" Butler's voice came from the front of the arcade.
"... soon?" She looked at Dipper sheepishly. "Very soon, it seems."
AVAVA
( Pacifica Northwest )
VAVAV
'Alright... what now?' she typed into her phone and sent it. She was currently hiding in a changing room.
So, it could be considered cheating, if she was getting help from Mabel. It had all been Mabel's idea really. The pier, the park, the diner, and finally the arcade. Mabel's idea was to be in places that Dipper liked, and he would be more calm, there for, not a 'Grumpy Dip'. And it seemed to work. However, the first two places, she had ruined.
She had completely went nuts about her hair style... and that was her fault for being nervous. She wasn't good around water, since she couldn't actually swim well. She could swim, in a pool... something that wasn't too deep. Something about deep deep water just frightened her.
Then the diner. They had been doing great, even Dipper was paying attention to her, but Candy came in, and they exchanged greetings. It wasn't like Dipper was drooling over the girl. And he had turned his attention back to her, as soon as Candy went about her business. But she had lost her temper once again.
He never showed up at the park, so she had just sat there and fed the birds. At first, she had thought Mabel had set her up, when she got a text from Mabel, asking what happened, since Dipper had showed up at the Shack, mildly frustrated.
But today? Was going great. They were at three hours and counting, and not one incident!
Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!
'I take Dipper shopping with me all the time, and he claims it's so boring. So you got me there. He always said, he always assumed it would be more like in the TV shows. I guess he means like runway models or something. -A little shrugging emoticon-'
No way was she going to make a complete fool out of herself, by doing some stupid little modeling thing for that skinny, geeky, loser. She huffed.
But, she could... ask his opinion on a couple outfits... that wouldn't be the same, and it might make it more enjoyable, if he helped. She didn't really know.
She adjusted the top, of the outfit, that she had put on, just before texting Mabel.
"Hey Dipper, what do you think about this one?" She walked out of the changing room.
AVAVA
The two laughed together as they walked through the mall, Dipper's arm draped over her shoulder, and his other arm holding the bag with her clothing in it.
It turned out, the modeling thing was a bit more fun, than she imagined. It had started out with just her asking his opinion on a few outfits, and feeling silly doing it. But it got to the point, that he would whistle, whenever her liked something, and would shake his head if he didn't, as if he was some clothing critic.
Soon, she was finding, and putting just outrageous outfits together, just to see if she could make him laugh. And boy did he laugh.
"You hungry again?" He asked, as the food court came into view.
"A little, all that changing, and laughing, made me hungry." She smiled, just happy to have his arm wrapped around her. It was like a date... but she knew that it couldn't be. He was just being nice. Just plain, nice, safe Dipper. Which made her heart ache. How could she go from being all happy, and excited, to depressed in an instant?
"So... whatcha feeling like? Burgers? Chicken? Tacos? Chinese... Pacifica? What happened? What's wrong?" Dipper's arm tightened around her, seemingly protecting her, she didn't know. Maybe he was attempting to shield her from whatever was upsetting her.
"N-Nothing. I... I was just thinking is all. Just, I don't know. Lets get something to eat, maybe my blood sugar is just low, or something." She sniffled slightly, hoping that he would just accept that answer, even if it was all jumbled.
"Uh... are you..." He just looked at her, bit his bottom lip, then cleared his throat. "So... food? What are you in the mood for?"
"Something light. I've already eaten, and I don't wanna gain weight, so a salad? Which place do you think has a salad?" She looked over the various restaurants, for one that she would think served salads.
"C'mon, live a little! You're not gonna gain weight from one day." Dipper pulled her closer to one of the restaurants that served mainly deserts.
"No... I really shouldn't. Mother and Father would be upset." She started pulling back, despite wanting something chocolatey. Everyone was looking at her. She was getting that weird, awkward feeling again.
"They won't know... it's alright. Just something small?" He did have a point. He really did. So why was she getting angry?
"No! I don't want any stupid desert, you idiot!" she yelled at him, causing even more eyes to land on her, and now him. Who had removed his arm from around her shoulders and just held his hands up, in surrender. "Stupid loser!"
No... no... what was wrong with her? Why did she have to default back into bitch mode now? It had only been four hours and sixteen minutes.
He just stared at her, like she was some weird creature.
I know, she thought, I know... I'm sorry. I can't stop myself.
"What? Are you too stupid to even reply? Not even going to make up some nerdy excuse?" Someone... anyone... just shut me up, she begged in her mind.
"You really are the worst, aren't you?" She looked into his eyes. Yes, the boy had said that before. But she had never, seen that look in his eyes. The look that said, she had finally broken something inside him. "I kept thinking. Maybe there's good in there somewhere. Kept hoping there was. But I was wrong. You are rotten to the core. I guess the 'Pacifica' that I was with today, was just some act. Bravo, you damn sure had me convinced. Take your crap." He tossed the bags on the floor at her feet. "I'm going home. Do me a favor, don't bother me, with your 'I wanna be friends' BS, anymore."
AVAVA
( Dipper Pines )
VAVAV
He closed the front door to The Shack, a little harder than he had planned to. But he was just so upset. They were getting along, he was trying to be nice. She was actually acting like a normal person! Then she freaked out over a bit of cake. Didn't girls like cakes, cookies, sweets, and junk like that? He thought she was just doing that, 'modest diet' thing. You know, the thing girls do on TV, where they claim to not want any sweets, then eat a lot when the males weren't looking.
He didn't even know if that was true or not, he was only basing it off of what he had seen on television.
Alright, so maybe he shouldn't base things off of television shows. But they are called 'reality television shows' for a reason.
Right?
At least he assumed so.
"What they heck, Dip?" He looked over to his sister, who was sitting on the counter next to where Wendy was sitting in her usual position.
Females! He couldn't understand them.
Even these two!
Wendy, with her claiming to want a sweet guy, that wouldn't take advantage of her. That would appreciate her for who she was, and not what she looked like. Yet she had turned him down in his youth. Alright, so he had been young, and didn't quite understand how the whole 'love' thing worked... and even now, he had no real clue what it was about, but he understood it more than he had.
And Mabel, with her constant obsessing over boys, which only resulted in her scaring them off.
They claimed that males didn't understand females, yet the same could be said for them. Because, they didn't seem to understand males. Not Wendy, not Mabel, and Pacifica damn sure had no clue.
"Dipper?" His sister's voice came again, which cause him to look up at her, giving that his gaze had fallen to the floor.
"What?" He snapped at her. And alright, he knew that it wasn't her fault. But he was angry right now, and he didn't want to play 'Mabel's Million Questions.'
"So... what happened..." Mabel started, then stopped when he glared at her. "Uh... never mind."
He looked over to Wendy, who just raised her hands in surrender. Obviously she had sense enough not to ask what happened.
Which was good.
Because he didn't want to talk about it.
He didn't.
He really did, but he didn't know what to say.
How do you just out and out say that your heart hurts, without sounding like a weirdo? Without sounding stupid? How can you just say these things without crying? Because, it felt like he was going to cry, and he didn't even understand why.
Pacifica had yelled at him before, in public even. No big deal, right? She had called him much worse than a loser before. So being called a loser, shouldn't matter to him, right?
"I..." He started, but his throat felt tight, and he just couldn't speak anymore. All his anger, was surging for an outlet, all that pent up stress, begging for a release of some kind.
He felt on tear drop, slide down his cheek.
He watched the second one hit the floor, since he now had lowered his head.
Seemed all that frustration had found an outlet, as the tears started. He felt many things.
He felt ashamed he was here crying like a young child. He was fourteen, he wasn't a kid anymore.
He felt embarrassed, that he was crying, in front of his sister, and former crush.
Angry, because Pacifica couldn't just let him have one day, just one damned day, to be happy with her.
Sad, and depressed, because he really had wanted that one day... had wanted it for a while.
Then, heartbroken. Because he actually, truly, felt more for that mean blonde girl, than he ever felt for Wendy, and he didn't think that he would ever, ever have a chance to make anything out of those feelings. At least, with Wendy, he had gotten a friendship.
"Oh Dipper." He felt his sister, wrap her arms around him. Then felt another set of arms on his other side.
"It'll be alright, dude." Wendy's voice came from beside him, though he didn't bother looking. "Seriously, man, it'll be good. I swear."
They finally managed to get him into his and Mabel's room, in the attic, after getting Soos, to watch the counter for customers. Since it was early summer, the chances of a customer, were slim. But not slim enough, to try to explain to Stan, why the counter wasn't being watched. Then he had to tell the whole story about what had happened.
How it was all going great.
How he was happy, just being there with her.
How fun it was when Pacifica was trying on clothes.
Then how much it hurt, when she just turned on him, unprovoked. He had only wanted to get her something sweet. Just... He didn't know.
"So, she like, just blew up, for no reason?" Wendy asked, laying on her stomach, on Mabel's bed, with her arms propping her up. "You sure you didn't say anything?"
"I just said... that it would be something small, and her parents wouldn't even know. That's it... I don't know. Why do I have to like someone that hates me?" She groaned and fell back on his bed. It wasn't fair. Maybe he was doomed to like girls that wouldn't like him back. Maybe he was cursed by something he had touched here in Gravity Falls or something. Maybe that was it.
"Maybe she doesn't hate you, Dip. Maybe she likes you, and gets all weird/awkward around you?" Mabel tossed out. But that couldn't be right, that was outrageous. Why would she treat him like that if she actually liked him? That would be insane.
"No... she hates me. I think it's best, if I just steer clear of her for a while."
