The next week at the Mystery Shack was very average. Dipper sat in his room and struggled with his book. He would sit on the brown couch and stare at his laptop screen. He had reached the point of the book where Stan had left, but what after? The rest was pretty depressing and devoid of the action that filled the rest of the novel. His chapter update would be soon, and if he didn't turn in a new chapter, they could suspend his contract. No more money.
"Gah, this is impossible!" Dipper shouted, closing his laptop and laying face first into the couch. A soft knock on the door startled him. Pacifica asked if you could come in. Dipper nodded, then realized that she couldn't see him. "Sure, come on in."
Pacifica slowly walked into the room, shivering. Dipper had left the window open to get some fresh air. Her short purple shorts revealed slender legs that connected to tiny feet that tread carefully as she walked into Dippers room. Her long sleeved shirt fit her snuggly, and she wrapped her arms around her torso as she shivered even more. Dipper couldn't help but stare at her as she walked in. Pacifica took notice, and despite the cold, her face grew hot. Dipper looked away, his face just as red. He sat up and patted the spot on the couch next to him. Pacifica quickly walked over and sat by him, pulling her feet underneath her.
Dipper sat straight up as he realized this was the first time that Pacifica had been in his room. He was a tidy person, just the stray shirt there, a half full can of Pitt there, but he felt very self-conscious. He looked back at Pacifica who was still shivering. "Omigosh, here, let me close this. He moved past her and shut the window, the temperature already rising. Dipper grabbed his blanket and threw it around her. Pacifica pulled the blanket around her tighter, sinking into the warmth. She took a deep breath, smelling the blanket. Like fresh linen and pine.
Pacifica leaned against Dipper's shoulder. He tensed and sat still, feeling Pacifica's gentle breathing. "Dipper?" she asked.
"Y-y-y-yeah?" Dipper stammered. She leaned into his chest and snuggled in, taking a fistful of his shirt. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Back at the hospital…I meant what I said. Did you…did you, ya know…mean what you said?"
Dipper let out a shaky breath and looked down at the girl resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "Every word."
Pacifica looked up at him and smiled, a sweet innocent smile. She bunched his shirt up in her fists, and slowly closed her eyes, leaning up towards his face. Dipper blushed and froze, trying to back up, but she had him stuck. He breathed heavier, nervous. Last time was spur of the moment, and he was drugged. He didn't know what he was doing. He tried to move away, but he ended up falling back onto the couch, dragging Pacifica with him.
Laying on top of Dipper. Pacifica was not expecting to be there. She tried to get up, but Dipper grabbed onto her shirtsleeves. "No, wait…"
Pacifica stared into his eyes, and Dipper into hers. They laid there, silently, just watching each other. Pacifica ran her hand through his hair and pulled his face towards hers. She pressed her lips to his, and kissed him softly. Dipper's eyes softened and he closed them, kissing Pacifica back. He wrapped his arms around her once more and rubbed along her back.
Their kiss grew more passionate, intense. Pacifica's lips parted slightly, and Dipper gently bit her bottom lip. The taste, the smell, everything about each other drove them crazy. They wanted more. They needed more.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Mabel said slyly at the door, waving her phone at them. They snapped out of their daze and looked at Mabel, horrified. "Mabel," Dipper said, "You didn't."
Mabel flipped through her pictures that she had just taken, smiling at her work. "Nothing too bad, just blackmail for the future. Wouldn't want these getting out, would you?" Pacifica growled angrily, upset with Mabel. "You big jerk, that isn't funny!" Pacifica ran out of the room, nearly in tears. "Nice going Mabel," Dipper shouted. He ran after Pacifica and pushed past Mabel. Mabel rolled her eyes. "It was just a joke. You'll get over it." As silence greeted her, she deleted the pictures. "I hope."
Sagi sat in the silence, waiting for his brothers to wake. Pio sat to his right, anxiously waiting the moving forward of his plan. And to think, Sagi was the one ready to bloody his hands just days ago. It was alright. In two weeks' time, everyone would be awake. Then they could bring on the end of this pitiful town. After that, who knows? They had the whole world for their playground.