Chapter 2
"I just wanna lie in my living room"
Pacifica
When Pacifica awoke the next day, the late morning sun was already shining down. She sat up and looked at the clock. 12 noon. She sighed half-heartedly and sank back down onto her soft, cushiony bed. She was still wearing the dress from last night, and her makeup was all smudged from crying. Some of it had gotten onto her pillow. Most of it had rubbed off on the numerous used tissues strewn around the room. She didn't want to believe this. She wanted to believe that this was all some dream - no, a nightmare - and that if she walked out of her bedroom, her father would be in his study, her mother would be planning her next photoshoot and nobody would give a damn whether or not she left the mansion and where she went while she was out. But no. One look out of her window and she saw that the gate was locked, as well as guarded by 12 guards, all on the inside of the gate. They weren't trying to keep anyone out, so why bother having anyone stand outside? They were just trying to keep someone in. Pacifica felt another tear slide down her cheek and she quickly brushed it away. There was no use moping around in her room all day, but neither did she want to go anywhere where she would risk meeting her parents. She was nowhere near ready to talk to them again after the previous night's encounter.
"Might as well get myself cleaned up." She pushed herself off the windowsill and made her way to her en-suite bathroom. With the flick of a finger, she switched the lights on and stepped inside. The purple tiles shimmered when the light hit them. She grabbed her purple bathrobe and tugged it on, yanking off the dress from the party, which she tossed into her purple laundry basket. She turned on the hot water tap of her purple bathtub and sprinkled in a handful of purple bath salt. She felt something on her arm. Pulling back the sleeve of her bathrobe, she saw a small, slightly crumpled sticker. "Mabel…" She smiled sadly, pulling it off. Surprisingly, it hadn't been completely torn or damaged beyond repair, even after she had spent the night rolling around on her bed, throwing pillows at walls and slamming herself against the floor, walls, etcetera. She carefully pasted it on the purple frame of her vanity mirror. Nearly everything she owned was purple. She wasn't sure why she had told Mabel that her favourite colour was hot pink a few weeks back when she interviewed her for her video journal. "Wait… Hot pink? Was that why Mabel was completely decked out in all things pink last night? Was she… Trying to impress me?" Pacifica blushed when that thought came to mind. "No. No way. S-she probably just likes pink. She can't… Like me..? Not in that way… At least, I don't think she does. Although I wish she did…" Her eyes widened. "Wait, what?!" Her cheeks instantly flushed red. "Do I… Do I like Mabel Pines? No! It can't be! I can't! I'm not gay, I'm straight! At least I think I am! Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am. B-but then… Why is it that whenever I think of her smiling, my stomach feels all fluttery inside? And whenever I'm around her, my heart beats a little faster? I used to think it was because I hated her, but… That can't be it, I don't hate her now and I still feel it! Oh my god, a-am I… Am I crushing on Mabel Pines?!"