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Episode 3: The Last Wish - Act 1: Mabel the teaser.
Important: I'm doing a complete rewrite/revision before uploading the last chapter.
This chapter is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]
[Chapter 2: A cold shower]
[Act 1: Sunday - part 1]
Dipper and Pacifica were sat on a rug in front of the fireplace. It was the only source of light, making their eyes sparkle with the orange flames. They had been there avoiding each other's gaze for a while now, Pacifica biting her lower lip that entire time and waiting for the boy to make his move. Alternatively, Dipper had been rubbing his arm in a series of different awkward ways. He finally let out a deep sigh and fixed his hazel eyes on her blue ones. The boy raised his hand and caressed Pacifica's cheek. The heiress rested her face on it, rejoicing in his warm and slightly sweaty touch. Dipper felt his hand to sweat buckets and quickly retrieved it, much to Pacifica's disappointment. The heiress rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. She pushed the boy on his back and climbed on top of him.
"P-Pacifica?" Dipper stammered nervously, his eyes widening the size of saucers.
"Do me a favor, Dork. Open your mouth and close your eyes." Pacifica gave him one of her small smiles as she leaned even closer.
Dipper complied, approximately. He opened his mouth, but kept his eyes wide open. The heiress giggled and dived all the way in.
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A very flushed Pacifica opened her eyes slowly. The light coming through the curtained windows was dim. Pacifica noticed the taste of fabric in her mouth. She pulled back slightly with an 'Ew' only to see she had made a mess of saliva on Dipper's t-shirt sleeve. She was in Dipper's bedroom lying on her side and facing Dipper, who was on his back. She had Dipper's hand in hers while cuddling the rest of his arm with her body. The boy was sleeping with a satisfied smile.
Pacifica tried leaving bed and avoiding being caught chewing on his t-shirt, but Dipper had an iron grip on her hand. She sighed and snuggled closer, trying to get more comfortable. She wasn't about to wake him up yet. Pacifica rested her free hand on the boy's chest. The way Dipper's chest rose and fell entertained her enough to forget why she wanted to leave the bed in the first place. She raised her gaze and studied his facial features. With her free hand, she lifted his brown locks and had a look at his birthmark. Pacifica was fascinated by that ever since he had showed her. What were the chances that a birthmark was the exact representation of a constellation? She knew Dipper had to be very special. A smell of pine needles and ink written book came from his hair. Pacifica loved the smell, and she clung to his arm a little tighter.
The heiress stayed like that for long, her mind drifting. She was very happy she had decided going to the Shack almost a week ago. Everything had changed to the better since that day. Well, almost everything. She had trouble with her parents, but she decided not to think about that now. This was her wish after all.
Yesterday she had been very excited about asking the twins to come to the manor. There were many possibilities about what could happen with them here, some of them making her flush crimson red. However, Pacifica didn't expect to have such a nightmare on the first night. She had experienced nightmares before, but none as vivid as that one. She definitely did not enjoy scary stories. Last night, the heiress had left her bedroom in search of help and Dipper had given her all the comfort she so badly needed. She released a sigh of contentment.
There had been a small thought that had crept into her mind now and then, about whether this crush on the boy was nothing but a hormonal crush and that she was getting in trouble with her parents over nothing. She had already repressed that thought several times but, after last night, that thought as completely erased from her mind. Pacifica knew this was the right thing. This was not just a hormonal crush.
Her stomach suddenly grumbled and Pacifica sighed.
"I'm hungry…" She muttered to herself.
The low mutter made Dipper move in his sleep.
"Mhmm… Pacifica…" The boy moaned softly.
Pacifica giggled. She saw this as her opportunity to finally leave the bed, as she had remembered now that she really hungry. The heiress leaned closer and whispered into his ear.
"Dipper, let go of my hand and I'll give you a reward."
Dipper groaned briefly, but finally loosened his iron grip on Pacifica's hand.
"Thanks, Dork." She freed her hand and gave him a peck on the cheek.
A silly smile crept on on the boy's face.
'I wonder what he is dreaming about.' The heiress thought as she got up from bed.
A quick glance at the boy while she walked to the door made her notice a small tent on the bed sheets, halfway up Dipper's body. Pacifica wondered at first what that could be.
'Oh, right.' Clarity dawned on her as quickly as her face flushed red.
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Mabel awoke in her bed. She quickly stretched and went to see what time it was. Ten in the morning. She jumped up and walked around her enormous, four poster bed to leave the bedroom.
'Time to wake up Dipper! Although I should wake Pacifica up first, I'm starving.' She chirped in her mind.
Dipper's bedroom was the one next to hers. The very moment she was reaching to the doorknob, the bedroom door opened to the corridor and someone came out.
"Hey, bro-bro! Wanna go get breakfasts?" The preteen cheered.
However, it was not Dipper who appeared behind the door but a very flushed red Pacifica in her nightgown.
"Oh um… Good morning Mabel." Pacifica babbled. 'Of all the time I had to get out of the room, I had to pick now.' She facepalmed inwardly.
Mabel was at first a little confused but, once she made her conclusions she grinned mischievously.
"What were you doing in Dipper's bedroom? Huh?" Mabel tried to peek over the heiress' shoulder.
"N-nothing." Pacifica quickly closed the door behind herself, knowing that Mabel would tease them nonstop if she knew about Dipper and his 'tent'. "I was just... trying to wake Dipper up!" She babbled the first thing that came to her mind.
"Mind if I give it a try?" Mabel suggested, going for the door knob.
"No!" Pacifica blurted out and stood in the way. "I mean... I already tried. And Dipper is kinda indisposed right now."
"Oh yeah?" Mabel narrowed her eyes, looking at the heiress suspiciously. "And does Dipper being indisposed have something to do with your face being tomato red?" Mabel smirked and waggled her eyebrows.
"No…" Pacifica's flush darkened.
Mabel easily saw through that lie.
"Oh-my-gosh! You made out!?"
"Of course not!"
Mabel gasped, ready to continue the joke.
"Worse then?"
"W-what!? No! I just kissed his cheek while he slept! That's all!" Pacifica burst out, raising her arms.
"Haha! Oh, Pacifica. I didn't know that you had that… dark side." Mabel teased happily as she poked her. "Abusing my brother while he's asleep!"
"Shut up. You make it sound bad." Pacifica couldn't think her cheeks could be any redder. "Besides, it's not like he didn't like it."
"How do you know? You said he was asleep." Mabel asked, genuinely curious.
"I… I'm not answering any more questions." Pacifica concluded. Enough had slipped her tongue already. "I'm going to have breakfast. Are you coming?"
Mabel's stomach suddenly growled as if addressed by the heiress.
"Yep!"
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The kitchen, just like the rest of the house, was enormous. It was big enough to bring a restaurant kitchen to shame. Several fridges, a multiple of stoves, ovens and microwaves, as well as pantries with all kinds of food.
Pacifica simply poured herself a bowl of milk and cereal. She didn't know how to prepare anything else. On the other hand, Mabel searched in all pantries and fridges.
"What are you doing?" Pacifica asked, curious.
"When you said you didn't have sweets in the manor I thought you were joking." Mabel groaned from inside a pantry. "I have only found a sack of sugar!"
"Yeah. Sorry about that. I'll call for a food restock later." Pacifica apologized.
"I'll give you a list!" Mabel chirped. "But now, I'm going to make a special beverage!"
Mabel took a couple of different fruit juices, such as peach, apple and strawberry. Then, she poured the sugar in an empty glass until a third of it was filled with it.
Pacifica looked curiously at the arts and crafts master.
"Um... Mabel, that glass is empty. You are adding sugar to nothing."
Mabel ignored the heiress and took a drink mixer. She poured inside a bit of each fruit juice she had managed to find, and finally added some milk. She mixed it all and then filled the rest of the sugar glass.
"And this..." Mabel did a pause while dissolving the sugar with a spoon "…is called the Mabel Juice light!" She immediately took a sip of it.
"How is that light?" Pacifica laughed. "It is 30% sugar!"
"Well yes. It's light because it doesn't have any plastic dinosaurs in it!" She added matter-of-factly.
Pacifica raised an eyebrow. She decided not to ask whether she had heard the brunette right or not, but she was curious.
"Can I have some?" Pacifica asked.
"Sure, have a sip!" Mabel offered.
Pacifica was reluctant to take the glass. Mabel noticed it and remembered it was Pacifica she was talking to.
"Oh, right. Sorry." She took a clean glass and poured some Mabel Juice form the mixer in it. "Here."
Pacifica sniffed the contents first, then she took a small sip. Her eyes widened at the overly sugary taste.
"My gosh, three glasses like this would probably give me a dental caries. It's great, though."
"And that was just an easy one!" Mabel beamed at the praise.
Pacifica chuckled.
"So..." Now that they were more relaxed, she saw her chance to probe Mabel about Dipper discreetly. "You like cooking."
"Of course I do. I like all kind of arts. Cooking is an art, right?" Mabel asked herself, doubtful. "Well, never mind. Yeah, I like cooking."
"What about Dipper? Does he like cooking?" The heiress asked, trying to sound casual.
"Nah, Dippingsauce is more into the nerd stuff. He reads mystery novels, plays videogames, writes about crazy conspiracies... He can't cook anything harder than a sandwich." Mabel explained with a chuckle. "I usually have to do the cooking back at the Shack."
Pacifica nodded.
"How does he make his favorite dish then?" She spoke slowly, formulating each word carefully.
"Spaghetti? I have to cook it for him. He wouldn't dare using the gas stove." Mabel replied, shrugging.
'Spaghetti it is, huh? Well now to the coup of grace.' Pacifica smiled inwardly.
"I guess it is pretty hard to prepare." The heiress commented doubtfully.
"Nah. It's easy. I can make it in a second with what we have here." Mabel reassured proudly.
"Really? Can you show me?"
Mabel stood up and went into the pantry. She came back with a bag of uncooked spaghetti.
"I'll show you on one condition." Mabel said seriously.
Pacifica nodded her head. She was expecting something related to being careful around the stove.
"Next time, instead of beating around the bush this much, you'll simply say 'Oh almighty Mabel. Show me how to please your brother with food!' and I'll just tell you." Mabel smirked.
"Not in a million years."
Both girls laughed.
"Now, seriously Pacifica." Mabel said, her face turning serious.
It was such rare event that Pacifica would have been less surprised if she had just seen two suns on the horizon.
"You know I love my brother, because he is my brother." Mabel continued. "Dipper has always been a disaster with girls, that's a fact, so when he told me he had a crush on you, I told him to go slowly."
"It was because of you that he didn't kiss me that night?" Pacifica was dumbfounded.
"Well, kinda. Dipper told me he got genuinely distracted." Mabel explained. "Back to the point: I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for that. I thought you two wouldn't last at all."
Pacifica raised an eyebrow at Mabel.
"Because of Dipper, not because of you." The brunette clarified. "That's why I told him to go slow, so that if you broke up with him, he wouldn't be very hurt." Mabel concluded, her serious face turning a little shameful.
"Mabel, your brother being a disaster with girls may be a fact, but it's also a fact that I like him a lot." It was the heiress' turn to become serious. "So my thing with him, it won't be a short thing. And… thanks for telling him to go slow. I kinda prefer it." She murmured the last part, remembering every single pleasant spark her hands had experimented when they had spent half an hour last night holding hands near the campfire.
Mabel raised an eyebrow and a smirk crept on her face.
"That's not what I saw this morning." She teased, having heard the heiress perfectly.
"Not again, please." Pacifica groaned.
"Alright, sorry." Mabel giggled. "Anyways, Pacifica. Just know that despite all the bickering you and I have gone through the summer, I appreciate the relationship you have with Dipper. Any DippingDoubt you have, you can ask it to the expert!" She pointed at herself.
Pacifica had mixed feelings, but nevertheless she quickly stood up and brought the cheerful preteen into a hug.
"Thank you Mabel, I was afraid you might try to get in the way."
Mabel chirped at the sudden gesture of affection from the heiress. It was usually her who delivered the hugs, not Pacifica.
"So... still wanna know how to cook?" Mabel asked.
"Oh, sure." Pacifica parted the hug.
"By the way, there is something you have to know about Dipper…" Mabel moved to whisper to Pacifica's ear.
"Really?" She asked and Mabel nodded. "Well, that's weird, but I guess everyone has their own thing." She shrugged.
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Dipper woke up late in the morning. He had rolled onto his side earlier and was cuddling a pillow. He had just woken up from a pleasant dream. Dipper had a look around when he didn't see the heiress anywhere. He remembered having spent the night with her. Moreover, the pillow had to be hers since it smelled of lilacs. He shrugged and kept cuddling the heiress' pillow, too lazy to leave the bed. He thought about the dream he just experienced, and he couldn't help but flush red.
'I'm going to need a cold shower after that.' He thought as he adjusted his shorts slightly. They were feeling too tight for his comfort.
A few minutes later, the door opened. Dipper turned on the bed to see Pacifica entering his room with a dish in her hands.
"Dipper, wake up!" She exclaimed happily. "I managed to make you breakfast!"
Dipper was astonished for a number of reasons. Usually it was the guy who brought breakfast to the girl, Pacifica couldn't cook and what she had in her hands was a plate of spaghetti, which wasn't an average breakfast at all. He however remained silent.
Pacifica sat on the bed next to him.
"Ew, Dipper. Did you drool all over my pillow?"
"I um... Maybe." Dipper answered as surprised as her. He didn't usually drool, he just chewed his own t-shirt.
"I'll get a new one. Now try this!" The heiress practically shoved the plate in Dipper's face. "Hurry before it gets cold!"
Dipper sniffed the food, wary of the heiress cooking skills. It smelled like spaghetti. He took a forkful in his mouth. They had too much salt. In fact spaghetti doesn't need salt at all. The center was hard on some, a sign of being removed from the stove too early. However, it's the thought that counts, so he smiled nonetheless.
"How did you know I liked spaghetti?"
"Female intuition." She answered with a shrug.
Dipper looked suspiciously at the heiress.
"Mabel helped you, didn't she?"
"Yeah." She replied after a moment's silence. "How did you know?"
"My sister can't resist condiments, and these spaghetti have salt." Dipper explained.
Pacifica raised an eyebrow at him.
"They are not supposed to have salt." The boy clarified.
"Great, I burned my finger for nothing." Pacifica muttered.
"What?" Dipper placed the spaghetti on the night stand and sat beside her.
"It's nothing. I held a lit match for too long." She showed Dipper her hand, which had a small burn in the fingertip of her forefinger.
"Come here." Dipper grabbed her hand. The heiress was a little surprised by the move. "Look, even if they're a little salty, they taste great, Pacifica. Thanks for making them. I really liked them"
He gave her hand a squeeze.
Pacifica's slightly burned fingertip was now the least of her worries. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, far bigger than the petty lit match. She felt the urging need to address that feeling. The heiress hesitated. The bedroom door was opened and Dipper's meal was getting cold. Her hesitation didn't last long.
'Screw this.' She thought
The heiress pounced on the boy and tackled him onto the bed, just like she had dreamed of it earlier, earning a yelp of surprise from Dipper. Pacifica pressed her body against him and moved her hands to his brown locks. Dipper entered a daze at the sudden increase of body contact. Pacifica's long mane cascaded all around him, and all he could see was a curtain of blond hair. Her blue eyes were menacing as usual, but with an added mixture of desire and nervousness. Pacifica shifted on top of him to get a little more comfortable by intertwining her nightgown bare legs with his. The sudden touch of skin against skin made Dipper gasp, and the boy rolled with Pacifica, placing himself on top.
Dipper expected someone as dominant as Pacifica to protest at the change of power, but she instead flushed the darkest shade of red. He felt her hands shaking slightly on his neck. The ever-prideful heiress was nervous. Dipper thought of teasing her about it, but he saw it pointless since his own hands were shaking too. He nervously cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb in a gentle caress. His hand was a little sweaty, but Pacifica made no mention of it. She instead closer her eyes, puckered her lips and waited for Dipper to make a move.
The boy swallowed soundly. This was going to be his first kissing experience, and he couldn't stop picturing all the ways it could end up going wrong. Dipper shook his head and leaned it closer as the hand he had on Pacifica's cheek traveled slowly along her neck, collarbone, and attempted to continue lower.
"Watch the hands, bro-bro!" Mabel giggled from the door. "I'd totally slap a boy if he went for the boobs before the kiss."
Both Dipper and Pacifica jerked their heads towards the cheerful brunette. That very moment, Mabel, who had the instant camera already prepared, took a picture of them. Mabel shook the produced picture in the air and had a look at it. In the picture, Dipper appeared with his lips still puckered up in a silly expression, and Pacifica with a flush on her cheeks so noticeable that anybody would have thought she had suffered some horrible sunburn.
"Haha, this one is definitely the cover of the scrapbook." Mabel grinned from ear to ear and saved the picture in her sweater.
Pacifica shoved Dipper off herself and jumped up from the bed. Dipper landed on the floor with a grunt, and Pacifica chased after Mabel, who yelped in genuine fear at the heiress' face and ran away. Pacifica growled and closed the door. Mabel was too fast to catch.
"Ow. That hurt." Dipper sat up and rubbed his bruised shoulder.
"I really, really hate your sister." Pacifica fumed as she sat on the bed.
"Mabel is like that." Dipper smiled apologetically and sat beside her. "So…" He made a move to attempt to kiss her again, but Pacifica pressed her hand on his chest to stop him.
"That ruined the mood." She said sternly, and then became embarrassed. "And… I'd like it to be special."
"Okay." Dipper understood and slumped back on the bed with a heavy sigh. He would have really liked to kiss her.
"Hmm." An idea just crossed Pacifica's mind. "Dipper?"
"Huh?"
"Have you… ever kissed anybody before?" She asked hesitantly.
"Uh… Kind of." Dipper sat up and rubbed his arm awkwardly. "Does giving CPR count?"
"No." Pacifica giggled. "But now I'm curious. Who was it?"
"I really don't want to talk about that." Dipper slumped back again on the bed.
Pacifica lay beside Dipper and stared at him curiously.
"Well, you shouldn't have mentioned it then. I want to know." She had been upset a few seconds ago, but now she was curious and amused. "Was it Mabel? You gave CPR to your sister?"
"It wasn't Mabel."
The heiress waited for Dipper to continue.
"Mabel had a boyfriend and, well…" Dipper bit his bottom lip, since he knew how stupid it was going to sound. "He was a merman so I had to give him reverse CPR."
"Reverse CPR?" Pacifica was confused. "You spitted into his mouth or something?"
"No, no. Ew." Dipper quickly denied it. "On second thought… It was kind of like that. I drank some water and then gave him CPR."
"And was he shirtless and everything like mermen in the movies?" Pacifica teased. "Do I have to be jealous of some boys then? I don't think I can compete with a boy."
Dipper scowled at her.
"Okay, okay." She chortled. "Don't give me that look; it was a joke." She leaned closer to land a peck on his cheek, but Dipper stopped her.
"Nuhuh." Dipper sat up. "I don't like when my manliness is questioned. You are grounded: No more kisses for you today."
"Oh yeah?" She smirked. "We'll see about that."
"Maybe." Dipper chuckled and stood up. "But I'm taking a shower first."
Pacifica stretched on the bed. She considered taking a bath too, but at the moment she was too comfortable. Dipper had left a very warm bed, and it had a little bit of his pine needles scent she liked.
"Come see me when you're done, Dork."
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Dipper went towel in hand to the bathroom Pacifica had showed him the previous night. However, when he opened the door, a shriek came from inside the bathroom.
"Don't come in!" Mabel yelped from a pool of soap bubbles.
Dipper immediately closed the bathroom door.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" He quickly said from behind the door. "I didn't know you were in there! I didn't hear the water running!"
"Dipper, Dipper!" Mabel wasn't affected at all. "You have to take a bubble bath! The bathtub is enormous! And Pacifica has all kinds of soaps and shampoos!"
"So… I take you're not finishing anytime soon?"
"Nope."
"I guess I'll have to use another bathroom then."
Dipper began opening doors at random through the manor. He had no idea where to find another bathroom besides the one Mabel was using at the moment. He suddenly felt very thankful all he had in mind was a bath and he wasn't in need of a toilet, because he wasn't sure he would have lasted that long.
After over twenty doors, and plenty of wondering why the Northwests needed so many rooms, Dipper found another bathroom. The tiles of the bathroom were pink and purple. It had a double sink cabinet with a big mirror over it, a toilet and, what stood out above all, an enormous square bathtub. Dipper had come with the idea of just taking a shower, but at the lack of a shower head, he decided to take Mabel's advice and take a relaxing bath.
The boy undressed and placed his clothes on the hangers behind the door. He filled the bathtub up with water at the right temperature: neither too hot, it was a hot day already, nor too cold. Dipper then got into the water and stretched. He realized that four people could easily fit in there. It reminded him of a Jacuzzi, but without the massaging jets. Dipper didn't use soap; he wasn't dirty. He only needed to relax, so he closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander.
A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and Pacifica entered, barefoot, and wearing a bathrobe. She was too busy arranging her hair into a ponytail to notice the bathroom was already occupied, and the water wasn't hot enough to generate mist so, completely oblivious, she walked up to the double sink cabinet and began humming a song while picking up bathing products.
Dipper's eyes shot open when he heard her humming, and a knot of horror formed in his throat. He was very, very naked inside the bathtub, and Pacifica was barely at ten feet away from him and wearing apparently only a bathrobe. Dipper simply couldn't talk; his throat wouldn't allow it. He glanced at her naked legs below the hem of the bathrobe, and his throat tightened even more. Dipper wondered if Pacifica would just grab a few shampoos and leave, but the heiress instead untied her robe and began dropping it slowly.
Dipper saw her naked shoulders and suddenly his fear at being caught naked was surpassed by his fear of what would happen if he didn't warn Pacifica in time.
"P-Pacifica!" His voice came out in a squeaky puberty voice.
The heiress practically jumped out of her skin and gave a yelp of complete surprise at the squeaky voice behind her. She hurriedly tied her robe back before turning towards Dipper. She was angry.
"Dipper what the heck are you—!?" Pacifica was interrupted when her eyes automatically glanced down the boy's body.
The crystal clear water made Dipper feel completely self-conscious at his full nudity and he immediately brought his hands to cover his groin.
"You're naked." She stated angrily. "You're naked in my private bathtub!"
"Your… private bathtub?"
Clarity dawned on Dipper. He noticed now that the color pattern on the tiles were Pacifica's favorite colors, that the shampoos and body gels were women's, and that behind the door on the hangers there were purple bathrobes her size.
"Oh…" He groaned and reflexively covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry, I thought this was just another bathroom and—"
Dipper realized his mistake and removed his hands from his face. Pacifica's eyes were bulging out, and not precisely staring at his face. Dipper covered again his excited groin and the heiress reacted by raising her gaze to the ceiling.
"I'm not staring!" She blurted out.
"Right." Dipper tittered. He thought the situation couldn't be any more awkward.
"Look," She had her eyes still up. "I'm just gonna use another bathroom and pretend this never happened, okay?"
Pacifica hurried her way out of the bathroom but, since she had her eyes on the ceiling, she didn't see where she was going and hit her face with the doorframe.
"Ouch." She rubbed her quickly reddening forehead. "I'm okay, don't stand up."
Dipper sighed when she left and finally removed his hands from his groin.
"So much for relaxing." He protested. "She could use a bigger bathrobe."
Being tenser now than when he had first entered the bathroom, Dipper gladly opened the cold water tap to calm down.
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Dipper left the bathroom, now clean and more relaxed. He went in search of Pacifica to apologize for what had happened earlier. The manor was big enough to difficult his search, but it was also empty and he easily heard Pacifica and Mabel talking. He found both girls in a living room. Pacifica was talking through the phone while Mabel read a list. There was a camera smashed to pieces in a table nearby. Dipper smirked and guessed Mabel's scrapbook would have to wait for new material.
When Pacifica saw Dipper, she flustered and lost her train of thought. The heiress hung up the phone, made up an excuse and left the room. Mabel frowned at Dipper and sighed.
"What have you done?" She asked.
"What? Nothing. I just walked in here!"
"Then why did she leave like that?" Mabel puffed up her cheeks. "We were buying ice-cream, Dipper! Ice cream! With small fruit pieces and everything!"
"It's kind of embarrassing." Dipper rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.
"Alright. I promise not to laugh." She reassured, and added. "Not much."
"Hmm…"
"You're not telling me? Okay, I'll guess then."
Mabel analyzed her brother for a few seconds while she cupped and stroked her chin. The sight would have been amused for Dipper if he weren't worrying over Mabel deducing what had happened.
"Your hair is wet, and so was Pacifica's… Yes!" She chirped. "I got it! Only one of two things could've happened!"
'Oh, boy…' Dipper thought.
"You and Pacifica were playing with water balloons, and you hit her right in the face!" She yelled, raising her index finger in the air.
Dipper face palmed.
"But, worst of all," Mabel continued. "you didn't invite me!"
'Of course.' Dipper thought as he snickered. 'Mabel has always been more imaginative than logical. There's no way she'll find out.'
"Or…" Mabel went for the second option. "Since you smell of soap and Pacifica told me she has just had a shower… Oh my gosh! You were spying on her in the shower? Unbelievable, Dipper. That's so low!" She scolded her brother.
"I-I didn't do that!" Dipper blurted out. "I didn't know it was her bathroom!"
"How come? The blonde girl in the shower didn't leave it clear enough?" Mabel teased.
"No, it was she who walked in on me." Dipper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"That's all?" Mabel raised an eyebrow. "I don't see then why she is so upset. I mean, I have seen you naked and it's not that disturbing." She shrugged.
"Uh… thanks?" Dipper wasn't sure whether it was a compliment or not.
"Wait, did you… saw her?" Mabel's eyes widened and a grin appeared on her face.
"Well… A little." Dipper flushed red.
"Oh my gosh, give me all the details!" Mabel's face lit up at the gossip. "Does Paz-Paz have some kind of birthmark? Tattoos maybe? Natural blonde or bleached? Oh, oh! Are they real, or is it just padding in her bra?"
"I'm not answering to any of that." Dipper immediately refused. "Besides, I just saw her shoulders."
Mabel rolled her eyes, and then she tensed up. She attempted to gesture her brother discreetly, but Dipper was deep in thought.
"Do you think she's very mad?" Dipper asked. "I didn't want to stalk on her or anything. I really didn't know it was her bathroom and… Mabel, are you listening?"
"Yeah, but not only me." Mabel sighed and grabbed her brother by the shoulders to turn him around. "We have to work on the gesture department, bro-bro."
Behind Dipper, it was Pacifica staring at them expectantly with a not amused at all expression on her face.
"Oh, uh… Hey, Pacifica." Dipper had been caught completely off-guard.
"You got it all wrong, you idiot." She muttered.
"What?"
"I'm not mad because you used my bathtub, or because you saw me in a bathrobe."
Mabel giggled in the background and it only took one of Pacifica's glares to silence her. It didn't only silence her, but it also made Mabel understand that she should leave because they were going to speak in private.
After Mabel left the room, Pacifica continued.
"I slept with you last night wearing that super light summer nightgown, and you think I'm upset because you saw me in a bathrobe?"
"I… guess?" Dipper was at a loss of words.
"Of course not, you idiot! I'm not mad at that! I'm angry because you scared me! Again!" She shoved him on the chest. "I almost jumped out of my skin earlier because of that squeaky puberty voice you put!"
"Oh." Clarity dawned on Dipper. She was still scared of him after the previous night's scary story. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to startle you."
"Then why didn't you say anything!?"
"I couldn't! I really couldn't!" Dipper's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "At first I thought you would leave if I didn't say anything and you wouldn't catch me naked, but then I realized you're gorgeous and I… I was at a loss of words. I was stunned. Sorry."
'Gorgeous?' Pacifica thought.
The heiress knew she was beautiful, but she had never been called gorgeous before, let alone by Dipper. Her flush of anger turned quickly into an embarrassed flush and she broke eye contact.
'No, damn it. I can't just forgive him that easily.' She looked back at him, this time with a scowl on her face, but Dipper looked back at her with those warm hazel eyes. 'Oh, no. I'm a sucker for those eyes…'
"Fine." Pacifica groaned. "I forgive you, but just because gorgeous fits me perfectly and I understand you were too amazed at me to talk." She smiled, proud as a peacock, and grabbed Dipper's hand to give it a squeeze.
"So… we're good?"
"Yeah, we're good." Pacifica nudged his shoulder playfully with hers.
"Speaking of bathing," Dipper grinned. "it's very hot today. Why don't we take a dip?"
"Um… Sure, why not. Go grab your swimsuit and meet me at my bathroom. I could actually use some help doing my hair. Just make sure your creepy sister doesn't know we're bathing together."
"I uh… I meant a dip at the pool. You said you had a pool."
"Oh. OH." Pacifica tittered. "Yeah, at the pool. Of course. Silly me." She flustered. "Okay, yeah. Let me go get my swimsuit." She hurried out of the room before she embarrassed herself even further.
Dipper shook his head and flushed red. Now that he thought about it, he would have actually enjoyed having a bath with the heiress even in their swimsuits, and helping her do her hair. The boy smiled stupidly and sighed.
"Maybe some day."
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A/N:
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Guest Reviews:
Zoidberg: The reversed text is meant to tell something about the next chapters without being too spoilery. It's usually just a fun fact.
Jeque eje: Hah, well. I find Mabel/Pacifica cute so I can't promise anything. The story is mainly Dipper/Pacifica, but there is always room for some jokes and jabs at other pairings.
FYI:
· For those of you who are wondering, Pacifica guesses what the tent in Dipper's shorts is thanks to a total of two hours of Sexual Education during the last school year.
· I have no canon back up for saying that Dipper's favorite meal is spaghetti, but in The Bottomless Pit episode he is seen eating it so it's a guess as good as any other.
· What Mabel whispered into Pacifica's ear will come back in a few chapters.
· Sadly, Dipper has completely missed breakfast.
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