A/N: Your reviews make me feel so special. :) Thanks so much again for all your support, guys! New chapter! Woo!

By the way, just so you all know, I'm going camping with mah friends, so I'm not going to update as much as I'd like this weekend. But anyways, here's a chappie to tide you over until I come back Monday.

And since I'm feeling nice, there won't be a *major* cliffhanger. :)

Pacifica was hesitant to eat her Caesar salad. One, the dressing was a little too chunky for her liking. And two, Bill had served it, and she was in no mood to be poisoned.

It was one thing for Bill to pop up in her dreams. But now he was stalking her in the real world? That was an entirely different level.

But Dipper and Mabel seemed to be enjoying themselves, and she didn't want to ruin it for them.

"Pacifica, truth or dare?" Mabel asked, snapping Pacifica out of her daze.

"Oh, um, dare," Pacifica answered.

"Uh-oh!" A somewhat creepy smile came onto Mabel's face. "I dare you to kiss Dip-!"

Pacifica heard a loud kick before Mabel quickly spoke, "I mean, I dare you to SIT next to Dipper. Not kiss him. Hehe. That'd be... ow..."

"Do I have to?" Pacifica whined. She cringed at the tone of her voice. "I mean, do I really have to sit next to him? I'd rather sit next to you."

"HAHA! I'm more likable than Dipper!" Mabel announced in a singsong voice before taking a bite of her hamburger. Suddenly, Mabel pulled the sandwich out of her mouth and began to examine it closely. "Huh, this doesn't taste right..."

Pacifica went frigid. How much poison did Bill put in their food anyways? Would it be enough to kill Mabel? Will she ever forgive herself if Mabel began to die?

"Mabel, not all hamburgers use excessive sugar on their patty."

Mabel widened her eyes in disbelief. "They don't? Mom was lying to me this whole time?"

"Huh?" Pacifica questioned, confused.

Dipper turned away from Mabel to answer Pacifica's question. "When we were little, my mom used sugar instead of salt when she was making hamburgers one night. Of course, she didn't realize the mistake until after Mabel ate three whole burgers, and that's kind of how her addiction got started."

"It's not an addiction!" Mabel countered. "It's a lifestyle." Then, she opened three sugar packets and put them onto her hamburger patty, shooting death glares at her twin.

Dipper rolled his eyes and then went back to talking with Pacifica. "So..."

"So..." Pacifica responded, not exactly sure what to talk about. Then, as if by magic, something popped into her mind. "Wanna play the Question Game?"

This question caught Dipper off-guard. "Wha-?"

Pacifica blushed. "I don't know, it's just something I used to do when I met new people. We played this game where you'd ask a question, the other player would answer and then ask another question, and it goes on and on. I kinda figured that I know Mabel better than you, so... I don't know..."

Dipper fought the urge to laugh. The most popular girl in town, wanting to play a game that most kindergarteners would play.

But she wasn't the old Pacifica Northwest anymore. Right?

"Alright, I'll play. Sounds fun," Dipper agreed. Before Pacifica could even start the game though, Dipper turned his attention to his sister. "Mabel, stop eating raw sugar packets!"

Mabel shook her head in response, her mouth full of sweeteners. "No!" she sputtered out, stray sugar flying onto the table. Pacifica cringed and scooted over to the complete other side of the table, so she was right across from Dipper.

"Okay, I'll start," Pacifica told him. "What's your favorite color?"

"Dark blue," Dipper answered. He paused before asking, "Can it be the same question?"

Pacifica shrugged. "I mean, it can be, but it's not as fun. My turn, you used your question already." Pacifica smirked as Dipper opened his mouth to protest, but closed it. She got him there. "Favorite book?"

Dipper paused, wondering if he should tell Pacifica about the journal, then decided against it. After all, they were playing this game to get to know each other better. Maybe after...

"I like mysteries," he finally answered, patting himself on the back for a great legitimate answer. "Do you have a favorite animal?"

"I have a golden retriever, but I'm more of a cat person. I would totally get one if I wasn't allergic. What's your favorite movie on Gravity Falls TV Bargain Movie Showcase?"

"Honestly, 'Nearly Almost Dead But Not Quite'. It brings back good memories," Dipper answered. "Do you ever regret anything? It doesn't have to be a big regret."

"Yeah," Pacifica admitted. "I regret being a jerk to you and Mabel all this time." Pacifica silently cursed herself for being so open. When did Dipper suddenly become Pacifica Northwest's Vault for Personal Feelings? "Oh, yeah, question. Um, do you like me?"

Dipper and Pacifica both blushed. "Not like, like like," Pacifica rushed through an explanation. "I mean, like as a person."

"To be perfectly honest," Dipper began, his face cooling down a bit, "I didn't really like you at first. You know, beach-blonde-valley-girl-stereotype and all. But I like the new you much better."

Pacifica fought to keep the blush off her face. She began to eat her salad, not caring at the moment if it was poisoned or not. She needed something to distract herself from this... weird feeling inside of her.

"T-thanks," Pacifica stuttered, shoveling another forkful of salad into her mouth to avoid any other awkward conversation.

Bill came over and neutralized the conversation. "Everything okay here?"

Pacifica immediately became even more stressed at the sight of the dream demon. She gave a stiff nod to him before taking another bite of the salad, avoiding as much conversation as possible.

"Everything's good," Dipper said.

Bill eyed Mabel behind Pacifica, who had finished her burger and begun eating sugar packets. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Is Shooting Star going to be alright?"

"Yeah, she does this all the time." Suddenly, Dipper stiffened. "Wait a minute. What did you call her?"

This caught Bill slightly off-guard, but was able to say, "Your sister. That's what I said."

Dipper gave a shy smile. "Oh. I thought you said something else."

"Happens to the best of us, kid," Bill responded as he walked off.

As soon as Bill was out of earshot, Dipper pulled out the money that Grunkle Stan gave him and left it on the table. "Come on guys, we have to go."

Pacifica swallowed her salad before asking, "Why?"

"I don't trust that guy," Dipper answered, scribbling down a makeshift excuse on a napkin for "Billy", saying that there was a family emergency. "I've seen him before and- he robs people," he added that quick lie at the end.

"Oh." Pacifica knew Dipper was hiding something. Maybe he knew about Bill Cipher, too? Nah, how would she explain that if he didn't? "Come on," Pacifica turned to Mabel, who was hallucinating on sugar.

Mabel groaned, a stray sugar packet falling from her hand. "I don't- ugh, everything hurts."

"Oh, gosh, not this again," Dipper complained. "Here, Pacifica, get out of the booth, I'll carry Mabel outside, and then you can call Grunkle Stan to pick us up."

Pacifica did as she was told and Dipper picked up his twin sister, carrying her in his arms. Mabel made weird noises as Dipper and Pacifica wandered along aimlessly in the parking lot, waiting for Grunkle Stan.

"He said he'd be here in a few minutes," Pacifica complained. "What's taking him so long?"

Dipper shifted Mabel in his arms, trying to stand up. "The car doesn't always start up right away, it's not like your limo."

"But it was working fine before!"

Dipper opened his mouth to argue, but decided that there was no point. After a few more minutes of silence, the two finally saw headlights coming in from the road. "There they are."

"Took them long enough," Pacifica grumbled. "I got like, twenty mosquito bites from waiting."

"Hey, would you rather stay inside and let Bill pickpocket you?"

"..."

"That's what I thought."

The car ride home was accompanied by Mabel's mindless mumbling and Dipper's BABBA CD, which he completely denied was his when Grunkle Stan teased him about it. Pacifica thought it was a pretty nice ending to the worst day in her life.

It wouldn't have been the absolute WORST day in her life, she could admit that. But there was still Bill, and just because of that, it made history as the worst day ever.

Because Bill was after her. And who knows what he would want?

A/N: Like I said, not really a cliffhanger. :) I'M EVIL BUT NOT THAT EVIL GUYS. I KNOW THE STRUGGLE OF CLIFFHANGERS.

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