*Check, one two?* There we go. Yes, hello once again. I see you've returned. Glorious! This chapter is going to be a mix of both Pacifica and Dipper's points of view. Before we begin I'd like to say something. When it comes to love, nothing quite beats the firsts. The electricity that shoots through you when your actions are accepted and reciprocated is unlike anything else.

Chapter Three:

The First Frost

"Hey you two, why so glum?" The Twins mother asked, making a pouting face to echo their own.

Dipper explained, "Stan and Ford sent us a postcard saying they'd be back in Gravity Falls for the holidays and-"

Mabel cut him off, "We REALLY wanna see them and everybody-"

"But we know how much Christmas means to you guys and we don't want you to be disappointed." Dipper said, putting his hand over Mabel's mouth so he could finish his sentence.

Their father looked over his newspaper and said, "Well why didn't you just say so? You've got two weeks off for Christmas vacation coming up, we'll send you down there when it starts."

Their mother gasped and looked heartbroken. "B-but! But I had a whole big party planned and everything!"

"And we can still have the party, dear. Their vacation ends after the first week of January, we'll have it then." He explained trying to console his wife. He then got up, pulled her into a hug, and whispered, "You know as well as I do they've been acting differently since they left there. They're bored all the time and are always double and triple checking to make sure they can go back next summer. I think some time down there would do them good, let them get out some of that pent up energy and spend time with their friends. We can live with that can't we?"

His wife took a long, slow breath and responded, "I suppose. I know it's been months since they've been back but it still feels like they just came home, you know?"

"I know. I promise we'll make your party extra special to make up for the lost time."

Their mother closed her eyes and nodded her head. She then turned to face the twins with a cheerful smile formed across her face. "Then it's decided. We'll send you two down there for your Christmas break. But I do have a condition." She paused, letting the drama fill the situation. Dipper's shoulders tensed and Mabel's face became one of horror as they both awaited what terrible fate their mother would force upon them. "Take plenty of pictures. And not of Stan's silly attractions either! I want loving family portraits!"

The tension eased away as the twins heard the anticlimactic condition. "Alright, Mabel's on the case!" Mabel shouted, taking out her scrapbook and marking off a section of her scrapbook specifically for the occasion. When she did Dipper noticed something odd about the book. He looked over her shoulder and noticed that at least five of the pages were titled 'Dipper x Pacifica.' His face flushed as he realized the implications. Mabel noticed him looking and elbowed him in the side saying, "I told you. I will hold it over your head for the rest of our lives." With that she closed the book, turning to face him and slowly backed into the shadows. She then left the shadows and skipped off to their room.

"Well, that was an emotional rollercoaster." Dipper said flatly, adjourning to the couch to watch whatever fake paranormal show he thought he might be able to stomach.

Meanwhile, back in Gravity Falls Pacifica was not having such a fun time. The date her parents had forced on her was in full swing and she could already tell it was going to be the most agonizingly painful experience in her life. Maxwell Aviles has insisted they go somewhere with pictures of the food so he could 'spare himself the torture of having to speak to the lower class.'

His mouth half full of food, he asked, "So dearest sweet Pacifica Northwest. I'm ever so happy your father arranged this little date for the two of us. I'm surprised though."

"Oh really?" Pacifica replied with the most political smile she could muster. "And why pray tell would that be?"

"Well I thought it was rather presumptuous that he would think you worthy of me." He stated matter of factly. "I am all but royalty, you know. There are women practically falling at my feet everywhere I go." Maxwell held his chin high.

"Yes, you are all but royalty." You pompous arrogant neanderthal. "I do hope you don't take it as an insult that he did. He's just trying to do what's best, after all." Pacifica practically vomited the last words out. It sickened her how someone could be so ignorant to the world as to assume they were the crown jewel of the exhibit. But that is exactly how I acted before Dipper.

Before Maxwell could choke down his food and reply a waiter came with Pacifica's dessert. He placed it in front of her and asked, "Will there be anything else for you two tonight? Refills? More breadsticks?"

Pacifica looked up to the man and replied, "No thank you, that'll be all for us."

When the waiter left Maxwell leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Pacifica please. You needn't exchange such pleasantries with the filth. Wave the man off next time, we're above that trash."

Pacifica looked at Maxwell with a look of faux innocence. "Oh, we are aren't we? It just seemed the quickest way to get rid of him." Her eye twitched as she feigned politeness to the boy she was forced to endure.

"Well remember it next time won't you? You embarrass me with how polite you try to be. It's bad enough I'm in this backwater of a town, I don't need you dragging me down into the mud with them." Maxwell spat out, keeping his voice low.

"Silly me." Pacifica said, trying her best to lace the words with as much acid as she could muster. "If you would excuse me I believe I need to freshen up my makeup. I'll be back in just a moment."

Maxwell gave an exaggerated sigh, "If you must. Hurry it up, will you?"

With that Pacifica took her purse and hurried off to the restroom. When she was sure she was alone she placed her bag on the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. What am I even still doing here? This guy is the absolute worst. Her mind was racing trying to think of any possible way to get out of this disaster of a date. She thought of telling him she didn't feel well, but she was sure he'd just suggest she ate less and that would've been the end of it. She might be able to convince him to leave the restaurant but that didn't guarantee the date would be over. Then the idea struck her. "If I just leave. Just walk out on him I bet he wouldn't even notice. Who cares what daddy thinks? I'd rather get my teeth pulled than spend one more minute with this catastrophe.

It was settled. She would check to see where his attention was and just walk out of the restaurant, leaving money at the table before she left so that he at least couldn't accuse her of sticking him with the bill. Not that either of them were hurting for money, but a Northwest leaves no debts. With a final look of determination she set out of the bathroom. Maxwell was nose deep in his dessert, paying no mind to the world around him. Perfect. Pacifica hurried through the restaurant attempting to remain inconspicuous as she did so.

The door was in sight and she fished a wad of bills out of her purse that she knew would be more than enough to foot the bill. As she approached the exit she heard a voice behind her saying,

"You are right, of course. This place is a drab disappointment. Let us be off. I have instructed my driver to take the long way back to your manor." Maxwell used his napkin to get all the mess off of his face and dropped it thoughtlessly onto the floor. He then approached Pacifica and took her arm in his as he led them out of the building.

"Ah, Maxwell." Pacifica tried to hide the surprise and disappointment in her voice. "I'm glad you think so too. Yes, let's."

They both entered the limousine and took a seat in the very back.

"This evening was very… interesting Maxwell. Thank you." Pacifica said, trying her best to be diplomatic.

He eased back into his seat and smiled, "Yes. I know it was. Every day is interesting with me sweet Pacifica."

"I'm quite sure it is. How far is my Manor from here?" Please let it be close. For the love of my sanity.

"It isn't too far, but we are taking a slight detour." Maxwell let out a mischievous laugh as he snapped his fingers, causing the windows to become completely opaque. Within moments small lights came on around the vehicle's interior and slow jazz started to play over the speakers. Pacifica felt the limousine come to a full stop. The sunroof opened up revealing a full moon overhead.

Maxwell leaned close to Pacifica and cooed, "You know, we have an entire hour before your father asked you be home. I'm sure I could think of a few ways to pass the time." He scooted closer and moved to put his arm around her.

Pacifica saw it coming and quickly moved away, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry did you need more leg space? How improper of me!"

Maxwell chuckled, "It's no problem, I just was getting a little cold is all, figured maybe you could help me… warm up?"

Pacifica quickly turned the heat on. "There, all better now?"

He just knew she had to be playing hard to get. Which was fine by him. In his mind he had already caught her, it was just a matter of time before she would come around to him.

"Whew! It's getting awful stuffy in here, wouldn't you think?" Maxwell started tugging off his tie. He then took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his top two buttons. "There we go. Much better, eh?"

Pacifica gulped. She knew she couldn't keep him off of her forever. She was running out of time if she wanted to avoid Mr. FullofHimself.

"Y- you know Maxwell. I'm quite exhausted from the evening. Do you mind taking me home now?" She sputtered out. It was either convince him to give up or run at this point, and she knew her father wouldn't be very happy if she took the latter option.

Maxwell stared at Pacifica for a long moment. He could tell she was so close to giving in to his wiles. But then a thought crossed his mind and he decided to give her some time. All it would take is for them to be apart for a little while and she would be going mad with desire for him.

"Very well, Miss Northwest." He snapped his fingers again and the scene returned back to a state of normalcy. Pacifica felt the car lurch forward and took it as a sign that she had won. Within minutes they were pulling up to her manor.

Three butlers arrived at the limo hastily and opened the doors for them, escorting them up to the entryway. They then departed to allow the couple to have a final moment of alone time.

Pacifica let out a fake sigh of disappointment, "Oh well. It appears our date has come to an end."

"It would appear so. I'm impressed, Pacifica. Despite your annoying desire to associate politely with filth you still managed to be pleasant company. I had fun. And judging by the look you've had on your face all evening I know you had fun too." Maxwell flipped his hair in victory.

"Yes, it was quite fun." She lied, hoping to end this as quickly as possible.

"I'm afraid to say I don't know when we may do this again." He said, hoping to get a disappointed reaction out of her. "My family and I are going out of the country on business for the next month so I won't be back till after New Years."

She feigned disappointment. "That is just too bad. Well, have a pleasant night Maxwell. I really must be getting to sle-."

Before she could finish Maxwell pulled her into an embraced and planted his lips on hers. She squirmed and struggled to get out of his grasp. After five seconds of that he released her and said, "There you go darling. Something to remember me by." With that he pivoted on his heel and left, walking back to his limo.

Pacifica quickly entered the manor and went straight to her room. When she got in she locked the door behind her and started ripping the blankets off her bed and throwing them violently across the room.

"How DARE he kiss me! How dare he even TOUCH a Northwest! That sickening, disgusting, revolting, foolish excuse for a man!"

She continued shouting, not worrying about her parents hearing. The walls were thick enough to muffle any sound. Her tantrum lasted for what seemed like hours but was in reality less than ten minutes. When she finally calmed down she went into her personal bathroom and started running the tap. She got in the bath and did a quick job of cleaning herself, focusing most of the attention on her face and mouth, trying to get off every last bit of that jerk's presence.

She got out of the bath and put on her pyjamas, walking back to her bed and putting her blankets back into some state of order. She was saving her first kiss for someone special. She wasn't sure exactly who it was going to be, but she knew for a fact that it wasn't and was never going to be Maxwell.

As she sat on her bed, legs tucked into her arms, she started thinking about Dipper again. Dipper may have been annoying and dorky but at least it was the kind of annoying she could handle. She had fun when they got into arguments. It challenged her mind and forced her to think about things from another perspective. With Maxwell he solved any disagreement by saying, "Oh, is that what you think? I'd expect nothing more from you."

The more she thought about how awful Maxwell had been the more she missed Dipper. He had been the only boy to suggest she could be something other than what her parents designed her to be. Heck, him and Mabel were the only two people to look at her and see past her last name. She didn't know if she was going to last till next summer. If things kept going like they were she would have no choice than to go back to being the perfect little daughter her parents had wanted.

Just as she was about to go to sleep there was a knock on her door. She heard Jaime's voice calling, "Miss Pacifica. I apologize for the inconvenience, but there is a call for you."

"Great, probably Maxwell calling to see if I've fallen madly in love with him yet."

She opened the door and took the phone from Jaime, who bowed and walked away.

"Pacifica." She said into the phone.

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! Pacifica! How are you!? It's been soo long!" Mabel's voice screeched out from the speaker causing Pacifica to wince.

"Mabel? What do you need at this time of night?" Pacifica asked, annoyed that her thoughts were interrupted, but happy to hear a friendly voice for once.

"Well, it turns out Dipper and I are gonna be back in town for a couple weeks and we're gonna throw a huge Christmas party at the shack!" Mabel paused, she had planned on inviting Pacifica herself but had a last second change of heart. There was rustling on the other end before a deeper, but still fairly high voice came over the line.

"H- hello? Pacifica?"

She recognized the voice immediately, it was Dipper's. Though he seemed to be nervous or worried about something.

"Yeah, Dipper, it's me. What do you want?" Pacifica asked, trying to keep the excitement from her voice."

"Well ah… you see. We uhh. We're kinda having a Christmas party and-"

There was a bump from the other end of the line followed by the muffled sounds of Dipper arguing with someone.

He continued, "Well, it would mean a lot to me- er, to us. If you could come by."

"Yes! Definitely!" Pacifica said loudly into the receiver. She tried her best to compose herself and said, "Well, I mean. I guess I could make an appearance. What time should I come by?"

Dipper quickly said, "Oh, any time. The party starts at six o'clock but we're gonna be hanging around there all day, so come by whenever you feel like!"

"I'll be there. Thanks." Pacifica said happily into the phone.

"G-great! See you then!" With that the call ended.

Pacifica sighed back down onto her bed. Finally something good had happened to her. She didn't need to wait months to see her friends again, she needed only to wait another week. She layed down and stared out her window at the stars. Part of her wondered why she was so happy to see Dipper again. But that part was drowned out by the thought of the upcoming party. She simply couldn't wait.