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( Author's Note )
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Tad bit shorter than it was supposed to be, but here is the next chapter. Hope it holds you over a while. I have a LOT to catch up on. And corrections, and moving stories from my other account here. So... Yep.
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( Mabel Pines )
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'What a long day,' Mabel thought to herself as she got out of her friends car. At least her friends didn't comment about how she failed the driving test, twice. Like Daphne did.
Mabel knew Daphne only had the best intentions, and Mabel was sure her sister wasn't making fun of her. She'd even offered to help with the test portion. But it wasn't the test portion, it was the situation. It made her all scared/nervous. Even though she knew there was no reason to be. It was just the word 'test' freaked her out.
"Thank's, Allie. See you at school on Monday, if I don't see you before." Mabel said as she took her bags out the backseat of her friends car.
"No probs, Bella." Allie called. 'Bella' is what Allie decided to call her. But that was Allie, she liked to be different. That would explain her, weirder than Mabel's, clothes. Allie always looked like someone shot her with different colored paint balls. But that was just Allie, being Allie. She wasn't going to say anything to her about it. Allie never said anything about her eccentric tastes.
She made the short walk from the driveway, to the front door, and let herself in.
"I'm home Daphers!" Mabel called as she walked in.
No reply.
Hmm.
'Maybe she's napping. Time to wake her up, Mabel style.' She smirked as she crept to her sister's room. If she had of been thinking, she might have noticed the suitcases in the corner. Or maybe she would have noticed the water running in the shower, of the bathroom that she had passed.
Nope.
She was too intent on scaring the heck out of her sister.
She slowly made it to the blanket lump on the bed.
'3'
'2'
'1'
"RRRAAAAWWRRRRR!" Mabel yelled while grabbing the lump under the blanket.
"EEEIIIIIIII!" The blanket yelled, and sounded... well... not like Daphne.
Then the blanket was tossed off, revealing a blonde, scooted all the way back to the headboard, her eyes wide.
Not just any blonde...
"Pacifica!?" Mabel asked.
"MABEL!? What the Hell?" Pacifica was still panting, and seemingly trying to catch her breathe.
"I... I thought you were... I mean. I though Daphne was..." Mabel was confused. "I... jeez, I'm sorry Pacifica."
Then Daphne comes in, shampoo in her hair still, towel barely wrapped around herself, brandishing Mabel's curling iron. Looking wildly around the room, before just looking back and forth between Pacifica and her sister. And Mabel wondered if slightly... how Daphne planned to use that curling iron as a weapon.
"You tried to scare me didn't you?" Daphne asked, as she lowered her makeshift weapon.
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( Daphne/Dipper Pines )
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Daphne was still taking in the entire story.
Pacifica had ran away, because of all the stress. Had taken a train, and a cab here to hide from her parents.
Her overbearing parents that had to know what she was doing, almost every second of the day...
Her parents that are probably looking for her at this very moment.
Maybe about to bust through their front door.
But she couldn't help it, she was glad to see Pacifica. And her parents were controlling, and selfish. Pacifica had her entire life to plan things, but she was only going to be a teen girl, a short time. So, she didn't plan on doing the 'right thing' like she would have normally done, and called the other girl's parents. That would just make things worse.
Actually, telling them might make them try to blame her and Mabel for kidnapping their daughter. So yeah, she didn't plan on calling them.
Not any time soon.
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Currently Pacifica was curled up in her bed sleeping again. Maybe after having prayed Mabel wouldn't come 'wish he sweet dreams'. Mabel was helping her cook in the kitchen. Their first thought was to order out. Then she and Mabel had talked about it.
When was the last time Mabel had an actual home cooked meal? One that wasn't prepared by a hired chef? Had she ever experienced meals cooked from other countries? Well, that last one would be a question for another day, since Mabel decided on Spaghetti. Because... Mabel loved it. The only thing she loved more than Spaghetti, was pancakes. And Daphne argued that she didn't wanna have to clean up the flour and mess, because her loving sister, wouldn't clean it up.
So, they were making Spaghetti. Well, Mabel was.
She was making the garlic, cheese bread.
Not that it was difficult. But Mabel, had a hard time focusing on what she couldn't see. If it's out of sight, it's out of mind for Mabel. So, while she was a wonderful cook. She couldn't bake anything without either watching the clock, or burning whatever it was.
"So... You want me to like... y'know. Sleep over at a friends house?" Mabel asked as she stirred the sauce.
"No, why would I want you to do that?" Daphne asked, as she sprinkled the cheese over the garlic buttered bread.
"Well, y'know. You're here. Pacifica's here." Mabel looked over at her. "You two are dating..."
Daphne just looked at her, one eyebrow raised in question. What was her sister getting at?
"C'mon... Daph... please don't make me say it..." Mabel whined.
"I seriously don't..." She just stared.
"Sex! Do you want me to leave so you and Pacifica can have sexy time?" Mabel blurted out, before turning a shade of red, only rivaled by the red in her cheeks at the moment. Or she assumed, since she couldn't actually see her own cheeks.
"W-W-What!? N-No!" She sputtered. "No, no no... I mean... Maybe one day, but we are barely kissing, Mabel!"
"Well I didn't know!" Mabel almost shouted, then covered her mouth, maybe remembering there was a guest.
"C'mon, Mabs. I tell you everything! Don't you think that I'd have told you... if... well... you know!" Daphne kept her focus on the garlic bread. Since at the moment, she couldn't bare to look at her sister. For fear that if she did, she'd explode from the sheer embarrassment.
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( Pacifica Northwest )
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( ATTENTION )
The words appeared on the screen of the television.
"Attention: Live News out of a small town in Oregon. Pacifica Northwest, daughter of billionaires, Preston, and Priscilla Northwest, was abducted some time yesterday." The news reporter's voice comes over the television's speaker.
"Now, Mr. Northwest, I have a question. How do you know your daughter was abducted? No ransom note was left. Clothing was packed, and funds removed from her personal account, in the sum total of..." he reporters voice seemed a bit muffled as she pressed the device in her ear closer to her head, "Is this amount correct? You sure?" She clears her throat. "Well, the total doesn't matter, only that it's a lot."
"Of course they didn't leave a note." She heard her father say. Lacing any kind of real emotion. For once she wished that he's seem to car. Show a little concern. "They are trying to figure out what they can squeeze out of me. What else could this be, other than some people not knowing their place in the world. Wanting what they shouldn't have."
Pacifica didn't think that her father could sound more snobbish, if he tried.
"Well. Couldn't it be possible that your daughter ran away?" The reporter asked.
"Unthinkable! A Northwest doesn't run away. What reason would she have to run away? She wanted for noth..." her father's voice cut out, as the television went black.
"What a blowheart." Mabel muttered tossing the remote onto the couch. "You'd think he'd be all emotional. I mean, if he really thought his daughter was kidnapped. Maybe pleading with the kidnappers to return you safe. That he'd pay anything to see his daughter home." Mabel makes a rude noise before sitting down in the recliner. "Instead it looks and sounds like he's treating this like a mild annoyance."
She couldn't argue with Mabel there. Her father didn't actually seem to care, beyond what he might have to spend. Pacifica also wondered if he would have paid, had she been abducted. Would he have paid, or was there a set price he wouldn't go over? Hard to tell with her father. In his eyes, everything had a price.
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Pacifica had spent the next two days bored. She had arrived on Saturday, and that had been well and good. But, when Monday rolled around, Daphne and Mabel had school, and she couldn't go with them. Obviously, Piedmont was not like Gravity Falls when it came to schools.
Back home, she was able to visit, and even sit in on classes with her friends, if her tutor didn't show up, or couldn't. SO her parents had allowed her to sit in on classes every now and again, so she would still be learning.
Here in Piedmont, it seemed the schools were kinda like a Government building. Metal detectors, random backpack, and locker searches. It seemed like they were afraid the kids might try to blow up the school or something.
Then again, with the amount of shootings that have happened in the past. Maybe they were just trying to be safe. She didn't know.
All she knew.
Was...
That...
She...
Was...
Bored!