Nod and smile. Don't be an idiot.
Gideon nodded, his face feeling warm suddenly. He never had been so close to a girl so far, it was a bit nerve-racking
Pacifica smiled.
"Well you know about those famous twins who live here, right?" Her voice low, unsteady.
"Uh, I can't say that I do." He replied his tone a twisted combination of anxiety and apprehension.
"They're these huge famous freak-magicians, they have "magical powers" and they perform magic shows every other night here," She broke her glance with him, looking down with a lowered voice. "They're kind of jerks, though..."
"Oh! I remember I saw a billboard!" He suddenly remembered from yesterday. "The Telepathic Twins, if I remember correctly."
"Yeah. Well anyway, I remember a long time ago I saw one of them carrying around a book just like that!" She pointed at the old text. "Except it had a number two on it instead of a three."
The boy, in a sudden flash, finally put everything together.
"What is it Dippy? You 'fraid I might find the book without you?"
"Now, where did the spirits tell you the book was exactly?"
Gideon suddenly felt sick.
"Whoa, Gideon you look really pale," Pacifica said. "Are you okay?"
The white-haired boy nodded weakly. A wave of intense fear overcame him, he looked down at the book.
"It's just..." He paused, he might as well tell her everything. "When I found this in the woods, I heard a couple of other people looking for it. They were saying something about a book, I think they were looking for this one," He gestured at the book in his hands. "They were saying they could sense someone was there and that the spirits were telling them things. I was so terrified."
"It couldn't have been them..." Pacifica said in a whisper of a voice. "They aren't actually telepathic, they can't be."
"What are their names? The twins, I mean."
"They boy's name is Dipper and his sister's name is Mabel."
"No, Mabel. I was just making sure you didn't get lost."
"You're so adorable, Dipper. Thinking that I'd get lost in these woods? How kind of you to watch out for your dear sister."
"It was them, Pacifica! I remember them calling each other those names," He raised his hand to his mouth, speaking between his fingers. "Oh my God."
"No way... Gideon, this is a lot to deal with. Maybe we should just put the book back?"
"And let them have it? No way!" He stared down at the massive text. "They already have one, so there must be a reason why they want this one as well. And from what I overheard last night, it doesn't seem like it's well-intended."
"What do you think we should do?" She looked at Gideon, her eyes dark and questioning.
"I'm not quite sure, but we'll hold on to the book for now," Gideon replied. "It might have some valuable information."
"But what if they find out?" Pacifica looked around, anxiety shrouded her expression. "They are not very nice, Gideon."
Gideon smiled and placed a hand of Pacifica's shoulder. A feeling arose in her stomach.
Butterflies.
"I guess we'll have to investigate!" He grinned again. "I'll have to see these 'Telepathic Twins' myself, then!"
Pacifica returned the smile, still unsure. But Gideon was trustworthy, wasn't he? She had known him for less than an hour, but after revealing such a startling secret it felt like she had known him forever. She looked around uneasily, those twins could be watching any minute; looking for Gideon's book.
"We should head into town," She looked down at the stack of papers still in her hands. "These flyers won't put themselves up!"
"You're right, Pacifica!" He stuffed the book back into his inner vest pocket and grabbed his stack of flyers. "We can save the investigating for another day!"
Gideon followed the blonde out of the woods briskly, not noticing the wild tree roots again. He felt his foot catch suddenly, and fell forward onto his soft face.
"AUGH!" He let out a yell before dropping his stack of flyers, not wanting them to fly everywhere.
The blonde turned around and set down her papers, kneeling by the fallen boy.
"Gideon! Oh no, are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine."
He pushed himself up; rising, he wiped the dirt off of his shirt and shorts. He had reopened the scabs on his knees.
Great. Just great.
"Oh dear, your knees!" She looked down at the boy's knees, they were dirty, scratched up, and bleeding.
She took off her backpack and fished through it, grabbing her first-aid kit. She pulled out and alcohol pad and a handful of band-aids.
"Here," She guided him over to a nearby tree stump. "Sit down."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm fixing your owie, silly!" She let out a laugh before applying the alcohol wipe. "This might hurt a little."
Gideon winced at the sudden sting, letting out a groan. Pacifica applied the band-aids on each knee.
"There! Good as new!" She smiled at her quality doctoring work.
"Do I get a lollipop or a sticker now?" Gideon looked at his knees, chuckling.
Pacifica returned the laugh.
"But, wow. Thank you so much!" He looked back up at her, smiling broadly.
Pacifica felt a warmth rise in her cheeks. She returned the grin and put her first aid kit back into her bag. She looked back toward the white-haired boy with the bandaged knees only to find him looking back at her as well.
Gideon quickly broke eye contact and cleared his throat loudly.
"We should head into town," He picked up the flyers. "I want to meet everyone here and I want you to introduce them all!"
Pacifica laughed and ran a hand through the blonde waves of her ponytail.
"Alright, Gideon! Follow me!" They headed briskly out of the wooded area, flyers in hand.
The woods cleared and there was silence.
A rustle interrupted the quiet and broke through into sound. The was a crunch of leaves; a disturbance.
"Well, well, well..." A light voice spoke to itself. Another rustle broke through, a blue-clothed figure descended slowly from the high tree branches onto the grassy floor.
"This is going to be a lot easier than I thought..." The wild brunette smirked, still surrounded in her aura's glow. Her eyes searing in its same green shine.
"Old man Bud's kid has the third Book," She circled her thumb around the amulet's smooth gem on her headband. "And he's got cry baby Pacifica as his little sidekick. Oh, how fun this will be."
Mabel grinned, though it was followed quickly with a sharp wince from a sudden urgent burning pain inside her head.
"You could have ambushed them. You're much stronger than both of them, Mabel. You could have had the book by now, in your HANDS!"
"Stop it. You're hurting me and quite frankly, I didn't ask for your input."
"Let me guess, saving them for later? You want to plan a special date? I saw the way you looked at that boy, don't try to fool me."
Mabel rubbed her temples feverishly. Of course her brother would be telepathically spying on her. He was such a nosey little creep sometimes.
"Shut the hell up. I told you that I'm doing this on my own. Stop mind-calling me, asshole."
"I've always enjoyed our head conversations, though. They are always very comical."
"Don't play Mr. Nice, I'm still mad at you. And don't interfere with my plans."
"I will try my very hardest."
"Wow, I can even detect your sarcasm telepathically. Was that another upgrade to our ultra-awesome super powers?"
"Now look who's being sarcastic."
"Where are you anyway?"
"Ah, I am afraid I cannot divulge that information. A true magician never reveals their secrets!"
"HA. HA. Aren't you quite charming with your witty one-liners."
"Two of a kind. For your information, we're two of a kind!"
"STOP SINGING THAT SONG, DIPPER! Even if it's in your dumb mind!"
"Like peas in a pod-"
"Stop."
"And birds of a feather-"
"I swear to God, Dipper."
"Fine, I'll leave you be. I have my own plans to attend to anyway."
"Good riddance. Stop mind-spying on me, creep."
"Toodles."
"Rot in hell."
Mabel dug her teeth hard into her bottom lip. She hated when her brother did that.
The mild agony ceased, and the piercing sharpness was to her. She could phone-call his mind regularly as well, but at least she had a sense of common courtesy, unlike Dipper who was clueless when it came to being tactful. It was a bit ironic when she thought about it, Dipper always had a better sense of charm in most situations.
She rubbed the gem on her amulet softly, remembering the white-haired boy and the book. He didn't seem familiar at all, she had never seen him before. Mabel knew every person in this town, some people she had never even bothered to talk to, but just knew almost everything about them at a glance.
I must have quite an intuition.
She let out a snide giggle.
The morning woods were quiet, apprehensive even. It was as if nature in itself knew something was about to happen, something not too good. The forest loomed, suspenseful and foreboding. Mabel let out a high-pitched whistle through her teeth as she began to stroll toward the town. Her creative ideas had immersed themselves in twisted and snarled strands of thought, of planning and scheming and envisioning.
Most of all, she was plotting. And she knew her brother was doing the same exact thing at this very moment. She didn't even need her telepathic senses to tell her that.
"Perhaps I should give that Gideon kid a warm welcome to Gravity Falls. After all, blondie said she wanted him to meet everyone."
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