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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]

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[Chapter 3: Pool Day]

[Act 1: Sunday - part 2]

Pacifica walked to her room. She had a beautiful purple one-piece swimsuit she was eager to show off. However, halfway through the corridor, a hand pulled her inside a room.

"Pacifica!" Mabel yelled in her face.

Pacifica, who was already startled by the sudden pull, shoved Mabel aside.

"Don't do that!" She protested.

"Haha, sorry." Mabel apologized with a smile. "How did it go? You're okay with Dipper now?"

"We are good again." Pacifica fixed her sleeve.

"I knew it! You're made for each other!" She cheered and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Because, he stalks you in the bathroom, and you stalk him while he's sleeping."

Pacifica's eyes widened.

"Don't you dare tell him!" She hissed and earned.

"I won't, I won't." Mabel giggled. "But I want something in return."

"What do you want, money?"

"Nope. I want you to invite Wendy to come today!" Mabel chirped.

"Um..." Pacifica raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I don't see why not. Tell her to bring a swimsuit. We were going to the pool now."

"Haha! Blackmail successful!" Mabel exclaimed enthusiastic and left the room.

Pacifica was dumbstruck in place.

"I have no idea how someone so random and someone so dorky can be siblings." She shook her head and continued going to her room.

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Pacifica stared at herself in the mirror. The one-piece swimsuit looked great on her, except it was a little too fit in the chest. She quickly readjusted that part.

'Stupid puberty growth. In a month these won't fit anymore. ' She complained.

The heiress finally managed to cover all her skin in the swimsuit. She grabbed some sunscreen and applied it all over her arms, legs and face. Her fair skin was easily sunburnt. Once she was done, Pacifica stared at herself in her three-mirror wall. There was something odd about herself, but she couldn't tell what it was. The heiress spun around to watch herself from all angles. She stared at herself for a long time, and she finally noticed it.

She was not wearing makeup, yet her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were sparkling, and her skin was shining. She resisted the urge of jumping backwards in surprise. She was indeed beaming.

'Whoa, when did this happen?' She was dumbfounded at her own reflection. 'Maybe it's the twins?' She wondered.

Pacifica leaned closer and cupped her cheeks with her hands as she examined her face closely in the mirror.

'I guess a smile is more effective than all the makeup in the world. No wonders Dipper thinks I'm gorgeous, I'm looking great!'

The heiress grinned genuinely and left to the pool.

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There is volleyball game in the next scene. For those of you who call all the moves in volleyball 'hitting the ball' (like me before some research), "digging" is when you join both forearms to receive the ball, "setting" is when you make a triangle with your hands and receive the ball, and "spiking" is when you jump and strike the ball over the net to score.

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The Northwest pool was a big rectangular pool. It had floor with tiles around the pool, and the rest was grass with some trees to add shade. The pool was equipped with a net in the middle to play pool games. Mabel was already in the water, and Pacifica quickly jumped next to her.

Mabel giggled at being splashed water by the heiress.

"Whoa, Pacifica. That swimsuit looks great on you!" She looked at the Pacifica up and down.

Pacifica proudly tossed her hair to show off her swimsuit.

"But, isn't it like a little too fit? I can even see your bellybutton through the fabric! Boop!" Mabel poked her on the navel.

Pacifica squealed, slapped Mabel's hand away and splashed water at her. Mabel giggled and quickly replied by splashing more water at the heiress while protecting her own eyes.

Eventually the splashing stopped and Pacifica and Mabel laughed heartily.

"Where is your brother?" Pacifica looked around. There was no sight of Dipper.

"Dippingsauce went to open the door to Wendy. She arrived a few minutes ago."

"Why did you want Wendy to come?" Pacifica wondered. She assumed the teen would have better things to do on a Sunday.

"Well, Wendy usually hangs out with us at the Shack on Sundays but, since we're here today, I guessed she would like to drop by."

"But I have nothing against Wendy. You didn't have to do the blackmail thing." Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"You don't? Oh, never mind then. Look, there they are!" Mabel pointed at the manor's backdoor.

Pacifica couldn't help but frown at the sight. The redhead lumberjack was wearing a one-piece passion red swimsuit that went great with her hair. Wendy had already hit puberty, and was showing off her long slender legs, and her attractive figure. Dipper was following the teen behind wearing red trunks and a white t-shirt. He was happily talking to her, and Pacifica was suddenly filled with envy.

'Alright, alright. Stop right there, Pacifica. She is taller than you, she has beautiful legs, but she said she was not interested in Dipper. You don't have to worry about anything.' Pacifica reasoned.

Dipper had been chatting the entire time with Wendy. He considered this as an important experiment. After a few jokes, Wendy patted him on the cap, and Dipper achieved the desired effect. He found the smell of lumberjack spice that seemed to follow the teen. He had always liked that smell, but it had nothing to do against the smell of lilacs of Pacifica's hair. The boy blushed as his mind drifted towards the heiress.

Back at the pool, Pacifica saw how Wendy laughed at something Dipper had just said and tapped him in the cap, and how a blush appeared on his cheeks. Pacifica sighed heavily and clenched her fists until her knuckles went white.

"Sorry." Mabel had seen it all too.

Pacifica loosened her fist and slapped the water surface.

"It doesn't matter." She grumbled. "I'll deal with this."

The three girls got in the water and played with each other a game of dodge ball with a beach ball. Dipper, on the other hand, refused to get in the pool yet. He sat in a pool chair and read his Journal. Pacifica, a little stressed at the recent events, she was venting every time she threw the ball at the other two girls. Wendy, taller and more muscular than the other two girls, she easily dodged or caught the ball, and tossed it back at the other girls. Mabel was simply enjoying herself and throwing the ball as hard as Pacifica was doing it.

Mabel caught the ball in the air and threw it at Pacifica. The heiress tried to dodge it by spinning, but it hit her right in the back with a slam.

"Boom!" Mabel laughed. "Enjoy that brand new bellybutton on your back, Paz-Paz!"

Grudge-bearing, Pacifica smirked as she grabbed the ball and threw it with all her strength at Mabel, seizing the chance that she was distracted laughing and hitting her right in the face.

"Bam! In your face, Mabel! I just made you forget all of middle school with that!" Pacifica laughed heartily.

Mabel, although a little dizzy by the impact, she began laughing too.

"Did you see that?" The heiress turned to Wendy, who nodded. She then turned to Dipper, but he was still nose deep into his Journal and Pacifica sighed in disappointment.

Mabel threw the ball at Wendy but easily caught it in her hands. Wendy then tossed it at Pacifica. The ball bounced on the heiress' head and fell out of the pool without disturbing her a little bit. Mabel and Wendy shared a confused look.

"Um… You okay, Pacifica?" Wendy asked, moving closer to the heiress. "I'm pretty sure I haven't hit you that hard to leave you this dumbfounded."

"Uh?" Pacifica was snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just… thinking."

Mabel tugged at Wendy's arm to make her lean closer and whisper in her ear.

"Oh... Oh! I see." Wendy nodded, finally understanding the situation. She tapped Pacifica on the shoulder. "Just ask him, you'll see how he comes to play."

Pacifica sighed. She guessed she didn't lose anything for trying.

"Hey Dipper, wanna play with us?" She waved her hand at him to get his attention.

"Maybe later, I'm busy at the moment." Dipper didn't even raise his gaze from the Journal.

"See?" Pacifica gave Wendy an 'I told you so' look. "He's nose deep in that dumb book of his."

"Maybe he is just busy as he said." The teen shrugged. She waved at Dipper. "Hey Dip, care to throw the ball?"

Dipper perked his head up and looked at Wendy.

"Sure!" The boy got up in an instant and tossed the ball back at the girls.

"So," Pacifica glared at Wendy. "I don't even get a look, but you get him to stand up and toss you the ball." The heiress grumbled.

"Hey, it's not like I do it on purpose."

Pacifica kept the glare for a few more seconds, and then sighed and stopped. Wendy was right.

"Pfft. Don't overthink it too much, Paz-Paz. Dipper always had problems with Wendy's swimsuit." Mabel waved her hand dismissively.

"Yeah, I tend to have that effect on guys. I think it's the colors." Wendy shrugged.

"And the legs." Mabel added with a nod.

"What's wrong with my legs?" Wendy began examining herself.

Pacifica zoned out to think while Mabel and Wendy had a discussion.

'If it's about colors and legs… how do I make Dipper notice me over Wendy's swimsuit?' Pacifica racked her brains.

It took her a few seconds of pondering, and then she chirped all of a sudden.

"That's it!" She got out of the pool. "I'll be right back!" She said as she ran into the manor.

Mabel and Wendy shared a confused look, but shrugged and decided to keep playing with the beach ball.

A few minutes later, Pacifica came back. There was something different in her, and when Mabel and Wendy saw her, they gasped in amazement. Pacifica got in the water with both girls, swam to the pool edge and called Dipper.

"Hey Dipper, swim with me in the pool for a while?"

Dipper raised an eyebrow at the sultry tone, and lifted his gaze from the Journal. What he saw made his precious book slip from his hands and fall to the ground. Pacifica was wearing a bright purple bikini that contrasted perfectly with her hair. The bikini gave her a beautiful figure, cupping her chest noticeably better than the previous swimsuit, and leaving her midriff bare. Dipper was dumbstruck by the sight, his jaw hanging open. Pacifica giggled at the effect she just had on the boy. Dipper was speechless.

"Don't keep her waiting, Dip!" Wendy said, whistling with her fingers.

Dipper snapped out of his daydreaming and strode to the pool while taking his t-shirt off. The boy was so eager that he tripped on the edge and fell into the water right next Pacifica, who couldn't help but giggle. Dipper stood up nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened, and stared at Pacifica's face. He was doing his best for keeping his eyes at that level, because they really wanted to go down and look at her bikini.

"You're so obvious, Dork." Pacifica rolled her eyes. "Look, before your eyes break from the effort."

Dipper tittered, cleared his throat awkwardly and had a good look at Pacifica. It was a two piece purple bikini. The boy was astonished by all the exposed skin. He remembered the occasion Pacifica had told him her legs were the result of jogging. The boy had to agree the heiress had beautiful legs, but the most entrancing sight was her navel. Dipper had already seen Pacifica's arms bare, her leggings didn't leave much of her legs to the imagination, but he had only had a glimpse of her bellybutton before.

Dipper subconsciously extended his arm and brushed her bare midriff with his fingers. Pacifica shivered at the foreign ticklish touch.

"Haha! Way to go, Dip!" Wendy cheered at them.

Pacifica grabbed his hand to prevent him from doing it again, a crimson red flush on her cheeks.

"Later." She whispered and Dipper nodded eagerly.

"I call for a pool volleyball match!" Mabel chirped with her arms in the air. "Wendy and I versus the newfound monster: The Dipifica! Half-Dipper, half-Pacifica!"

Wendy snickered, but both Dipper and Pacifica glared at Mabel.

"Don't call us that." Dipper protested.

"Call us whatever you want. You are going down, Mabel!" Pacifica swam up to the brunette. "The usual rules: The first team to achieve two points over the other team's score wins."

As Pacifica got out of the pool to set the net in place, Dipper sighed. He knew they had no chances at all. Whichever team had Wendy was clearly going to win. It was a game of volleyball after all, and Wendy was twice as tall as them. She had advantage, more so in a pool. Pacifica however was completely unaffected by the hard odds. She had her competitive look in her face, and she was determined to win.

The two teams got in position. Pacifica served the ball first, and aimed at Mabel. She struck the ball skillfully, causing it to fly over the net and two inches beside Mabel's face. The brunette was left completely dumbfounded; she hadn't even seen the ball coming at her. Pacifica scored the first point for their team.

"Yeah!" Pacifica raised her arm in the air and Dipper highfived her.

Pacifica served again. Seeing how aiming at Mabel had given a good result, she tried it again. This time, however, Mabel was ready and received the ball, setting it in the air close to the net. Wendy rapidly jumped and spiked the ball in between Dipper and Pacifica. The couple jumped at the same time to intercept the ball, but they only bumped into each other.

"Neat!" Wendy pumped her fist in the air after scoring.

"Haha, match made!" Mabel giggled at Dipper and Pacifica bumping into each other. "That should count double!"

Dipper was not completely sure but, given Pacifica's flustered face, he thought he had touched something he shouldn't have with his hands.

"Sorry." He quickly apologized.

"It's okay." Pacifica readjusted her bikini top.

It was Wendy's turn to serve. The teen had been quite impressed by Pacifica's skills at serving. She wanted to know how good the heiress really was, so she aimed at her. Wendy's strong lumberjack arm slammed the volley ball hard, making it fly like a lightning bolt. Dipper would have moved out of the way if it were directed at him, but Pacifica stood in place. She placed both forearms together with the underside up, and received the ball. The ball bounced on her forearms and flew over the net, falling right next to it; too far from either Mabel or Wendy to intercept it in time. Everyone was dumbfounded except Pacifica, who was smirking, although inwardly she was screaming at how much her quickly reddening forearms hurt.

"Oh my gosh, Pacifica! That was amazing! Dipper quickly swam to the heiress. He noticed the reddening forearms. "Does it hurt?"

"It just stings a little, that's all." She reassured.

Dipper rubbed her forearms gently to ease the pain and Pacifica smiled at him.

"Hey lovebirds, you going to serve?" Mabel yelled from her side.

They flushed red and parted away.

"Just a second." Pacifica yelled back and then whispered to Dipper. "Dipper, Wendy is too good."

"I've noticed."

"We have a score of one point ahead. This is like, our only chance. If we score another point, we win." Pacifica smiled mischievously.

"I know, and I have a plan." Dipper rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Can you hit the ball in the air?"

"I'm the best in my school classroom at it." Pacifica reassured proudly.

"Alright, we'll do this:" He whispered the plan into her ear.

Dipper got ready to serve. He threw a nervous look at Wendy, and the teen got ready to receive the ball. Having deceived her, Dipper smirked inwardly and changed directions in the last second, throwing the ball in between Wendy and Mabel. Immediately afterwards, he positioned himself under the net.

Wendy, taken by surprise, pounced towards the ball in the last second and managed to hit it with her wrist. The ball was clumsily positioned, and Mabel could only barely throw it back over the net. There, however, Dipper was already waiting with his hands ready. Pacifica put her foot in his hands and Dipper thrust her up. The heiress then struck the easy ball into Wendy and Mabel's side of the field and scored their final point right before falling on top of the boy with a yelp.

The moment they emerged from the water, Pacifica jumped into Dipper's arms while yelling "We did it!" excitedly, even raising her legs in the air. Dipper was caught off-guard and Pacifica's sudden weight rendered him off-balance and both of them fell underwater again while giggling. Dipper emerged, this time redder due to the amount of physical contact, and Pacifica broke the no kissing rule and gave him a peck to celebrate their victory.

"That was some nice teamwork." Wendy approached them. "You made me set the ball badly and Mabel couldn't get a good shot. Whose idea was it?"

"Totally hers." Dipper lied and nudged Pacifica.

"I'm impressed. Are you in any after-school volleyball team?"

Pacifica shook her head. She liked the sport, and she had attempted to join in a few of those teams, but it wasn't what she expected. Everyone was afraid of what might happen if she got hurt when playing a game, and they treated her with favoritism. Pacifica had found that boring at the start, and tedious a few days later, and she had got a big disappointment at it. It was one of the few drawbacks of being a wealthy heiress.

"This September, when the classes begin, call me and I'll talk to our couch. We'll get you in our team." Wendy reassured.

"Thanks but I can't do that." Pacifica toyed with her hair and looked down. "I wouldn't want a special treatment in the team."

"Hah!" Wendy slapped the water. "You say that because you haven't met the couch. There are no favoritisms in the team."

"Really?" Pacifica perked up after hearing that. "Then I'd like that. Yeah. I'll call you." She smiled broadly. "Want a rematch?"

"Sure."

After both teams switched sides for the rematch, Pacifica leaned closer to Dipper and whispered a thank you as she gave his forearm an affectionate squeeze. Dipper was glad they had agreed on playing. It didn't matter which team had won; they had had fun. Moreover, Dipper had seen Pacifica's competitive smile up close, he had decided he liked it. It gave the heiress a look of permanent excitement on her face.

Just as Wendy was about to serve, they heard a phone ringing.

"Oh, shoot!" Wendy immediately left the pool and grabbed the phone. It was a text message. "Sorry, I gotta go. See ya!" Wendy said as she hurried out of the pool area.

Mabel and Pacifica shared confused looks.

"She told me earlier she was waiting for her father to pick her up. They are staying for a week in Portland." Dipper explained.

"Mind if I steal your girlfriend for a rematch, Dipper?" Mabel smirked.

'Girlfriend… I guess she is my girlfriend now.' Dipper thought. It was the first time Pacifica was addressed like that when they were both present. He glanced at Pacifica, who had a slight blush on her cheeks. 'She is probably thinking the same.'

"Sure." Dipper swam to the pool edge and rested his arms and back there to watch both girls play as he rocked his legs back and forth distractedly underwater.

"Are you sure you want to play against me, Mabel?" Pacifica smiled smugly. "I'll destroy you at volleyball."

"That's why we are not playing volleyball, Paz-Paz! I want a dodge ball rematch!" The cheerful brunette grabbed the beach ball and waggled her eyebrows.

"No, no. If you want a rematch, we are doing it with this." Pacifica grabbed the rubber volleyball.

"That's probably going to hurt." Mabel pondered about it for a second. "Which means this will be more exciting! You are on!"

Mabel and Pacifica played for a long time, dodging and throwing the ball at each other with a mixture of resent and excitement. They, after all, had a rivalry. After they hit each other a few times in the body, they agreed on not aiming at the face. The rubber ball was harder than the beach ball, and it really hurt. Dipper was amused by the sight. He had his eyes glued on the heiress, memorizing every flip of her blonde hair when she tossed the ball, every move of her body when she dodged. It was a most entrancing sight for him.

After a while, the manor's doorbell rang.

"That must be the food restock I ordered earlier." Pacifica gasped at her revealing bikini. "I can't open the door like this!"

"I'll do it!" Mabel said, eager to have something sugary to eat.

"Take them to the kitchen, they'll do the rest!" Pacifica yelled as Mabel ran into the manor.

Without anybody else to play dodge ball with, and her desire for competition satisfied, Pacifica turned to Dipper. He was still staring at her with a smile on his face.

"What?" The heiress raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing. I was just…" Dipper cleared his throat before the bold move. "…admiring the view."

"Really?" Pacifica smirked and rested her fists on her hips. "Why don't you come have a closer look?"

Dipper gulped and tittered, and then he approached the girl. Once he was at arm's reach, Pacifica placed both hands on top of his head and ducked him underwater while giggling. Dipper was startled at first, but he recovered quickly and grabbed the heiress' legs, making her lose her balance and fall underwater too. Both preteens emerged from the water and shared a hearty laughter. Pacifica rested her hands on his chest, leaning on him slightly while laughing. When their laughter subsided, her eyes widened, realizing what she was doing. She quickly had a good look at the boy's bare chest, having missed it completely the whole time they had been at the pool. Pacifica had been too busy trying to get his attention away from Wendy, and also focusing on hitting Mabel in the face with the ball to notice Dipper's exposed chest.

"Pacifica! Eyes up!" Dipper giggled after noticing how the heiress was looking at him.

"Hey!" She protested. "I didn't say anything before when you were looking at my bikini!"

The couple left the pool and lay on their towels under the shadow of a tree, Pacifica on her purple towel and Dipper on his blue one. Dipper was on his back staring at the sky whereas Pacifica was on her side, staring at him. She examined him thoroughly, being this the first time she was near Dipper when he was wearing so few clothes and she could look. Dipper had a slim build, result of doing so much physical exercise in his adventures. His arms had a small, wiry musculature that was accentuated by his posture. He had his hands behind his head, and his small biceps were bulging out.

'Chopping wood is doing wonders on him.' Pacifica flustered and moved her gaze away from his arms.

The heiress continued downwards and examined his chest. Something caught her attention there. Dipper had three small hairs on the middle of his chest. Pacifica thought it was very manly, and she couldn't help but bit her bottom lip and hid her flushed red face under her forearm. Once she felt her cheeks weren't flared up anymore, Pacifica removed her arm and continued her examination. Her eyes landed on his belly, and Pacifica raised an eyebrow. It was just that: a belly. Dipper wasn't overweight but, after being impressed by his arms and his chest hair, Pacifica had expected something else beside a flat belly, and she felt mildly disappointed.

"What are you thinking about?" Pacifica asked. She was done examining him.

"Nothing in particular. Well…" Dipper moved a hand to his belly and drummed his fingers on it. "I'm thinking I should've eaten those spaghettis earlier. I'm hungry."

"That's all?" Pacifica smiled teasingly and gave his belly a pat. "Now I know why there aren't any six packs here. You think only about food!"

"You talk about six packs?" Dipper chuckled and rolled onto his side. "I don't see any here either!" He poked her belly.

Pacifica reflexively wiggled and giggled at the touch.

"Wait a second…" Dipper's eyes widened. "You're ticklish on the belly?"

"No!"

The boy sat up and got his hands ready to attack.

"Don't you dare." Pacifica warned him, but it landed on deaf ears.

Dipper pounced on her, attempting to land both hands on her belly. Pacifica defended herself, but she only managed to catch one of the hands, and the other reached its target. Dipper pinned her to the towel and the heiress had no way of escaping. She could only endure. The effect was immediate. Dipper's fingers felt like electrifying feathers on her sensitive belly and Pacifica convulsed, threw her head back and laughed uproariously.

The sound was the most beautiful thing Dipper had ever heard. The last few days had been complicated for the couple, and Dipper had been worried about Pacifica's mood. She had been giving only small smiles, but now she was laughing and it had been all thanks to a light brushing of her belly. Dipper grinned and decided her belly had just become his favorite body part.

The second Dipper had been distracted at the sound was all Pacifica needed. Having one arm already secured in her hands, she trapped the other arm with her legs and rolled with Dipper into a mass of tangled limbs

"Ow! Tight, tight!" Dipper protested.

They parted and sat up, each on his towel, laughing. Pacifica scooted a little closer and smiled. She had liked it, and traced her hands along his arm to thank him. The touch caused goosebumps all over Dipper's arm. The heiress then noticed a few marks on his forearm of a lighter color.

"What are these?" She ran a finger over them.

"These? These are memories, like this one you have here." Dipper pointed at Pacifica's right collarbone.

Pacifica glanced down and saw the faint scar the harpy had given her in the adventure she had a week ago.

"All of those are scars?" Pacifica asked in astonishment. There were many scars. There was one that seemed to have been caused by a fork.

"Yeah, it's the drawback of mystery hunting. Sometimes it's dangerous." Dipper grabbed her hand and stopped her tickling of his forearm.

Pacifica moved her towel to the sun and lay on her belly to sunbathe. She talked to Dipper about the town, preferred foods, TV shows and some games. Dipper on the other hand tried to direct the conversation towards her wish, but Pacifica always changed subjects. After half an hour, Dipper noticed something.

"Uh… Pacifica? You're red."

"What?" Pacifica was a hundred percent certain she wasn't flushing, but she disliked the comment. She narrowed her eyes at the boy and grumbled. "It's not polite to tell a lady she's blushing."

"No, no." Dipper flushed. "I mean you're getting sunburnt. Did you apply any sunscreen on your back?"

"Of course I did… not. Darn it." Pacifica facepalmed. "I changed into a bikini after applying sunscreen, so I guess my entire back is red?"

"Don't worry." Dipper reached for his pool bag. "I always have sunscreen at hand when I go to the pool."

Pacifica smiled mischievously. While Dipper rummaged through his pool bag, the heiress unfastened her bikini top and lay on her belly. She made sure to press her arms to her sides to prevent the side of her small breasts from being exposed, and then waited for Dipper's reaction.

"Aaaaand here it is." He turned to Pacifica. "This bad boy has a SPF one hundred, so you can forget about getting any more sun—"

The bottle slipped from his hands and hit the grass.

"Something wrong?" Pacifica turned her head towards him and smirked.

"Y-your top uh… unfastened." He gulped.

"Yeah, I did that." Pacifica shrugged innocently. "Now you can apply me sunscreen more easily."

"M-me?" Dipper tittered as he clumsily grabbed the sunscreen bottle from the ground.

"Well duh, Dork." She rolled her eyes. "It's just you and me here."

Dipper drummed his fingers on the bottle as he hesitated.

"Dipper! I'm burning here!" She whined.

The boy sighed heavily and kneeled beside Pacifica. He held the bottle over Pacifica's back and squirted some lotion on it.

"Hey!" She yelped at the sudden cold lotion. "Apply it on your hands first, Dork! It's cold, you know?"

Dipper dried his sweaty shaky hands on his swimming trunks and then pressed them on Pacifica's back to extend the lotion. The skin was soft, and very, very hot due to the sunburn.

"Your hands are shaking." Pacifica smirked at the boy. "Something wrong? Is the lotion too cold for your hands?"

"Nah. In fact, I think you need a little more sunscreen." Dipper squirted some more sunscreen on her back and Pacifica hissed at the cool lotion on her burned skin.

Dipper covered every spot on her back in sunscreen, rubbing the skin repeatedly in circles. He felt a little more relaxed after a while, and he also kneaded the area of her shoulder blades and squeezed her shoulders. Pacifica hummed appreciatively at the improvised massage. Once he was done, Dipper gave her a pat on the back and brushed his hands clean on his belly.

"Wow. That was actually great." Pacifica praised him. "Don't you think?"

"I guess so."

Pacifica turned her head to Dipper and saw how his face was crimson red. The heiress liked the power she was holding over him at the moment, and she decided to take her teasing even further.

"Wanna do the front now?" She smirked. "I didn't apply sunscreen there either."

"Uh…" Dipper felt dizzy to the point of losing his balance. He shook his head and gave the heiress a determined look. "Sure. Roll over."

"W-what?" Pacifica had been caught off-guard. Her smirk was replaced by a dumbfounded expression.

"C'mon." Dipper squirted some more sunscreen on his hand. "I don't want you to get sunburnt. Roll over."

"Dipper, I'm not wearing anything on my chest." She hissed.

"Me neither." He smirked.

"It's obviously not the same!" Pacifica blurted out. "Imagine the face of your sister if she caught us with your hands all over my—"

"Haha, don't worry. I was just messing with you." Dipper giggled. "Oh, boy. You should've seen your face."

"It wasn't funny." She fastened her bikini top and threw Dipper a pool slipper.

Pacifica was left with a thoughtful expression and a flush on her cheeks. Her plan of mocking the boy had completely backfired, and he was now laughing whereas she was flustered. He had outplayed her. The heiress gave a lopsided smile and considered to be more thoughtful from now on when it came to teasing Dipper.

"Oh, well." Dipper sighed happily after laughing for a while. "It's a pity all this sunscreen is going to be wasted."

"Don't waste it then." Pacifica lay on her back, prompting herself on her elbows, and patted her belly. "Apply it here."

"Determined to the very end, huh?" Dipper sat beside her.

"It's not like you aren't having fun. I can see you really like this." She commented in a mysterious tone.

Dipper raised an eyebrow. He didn't know what she was talking about. He then glanced down at his swimming trunks and flustered. Dipper quickly sat in a way that dissimulated the tent in his trunks better, and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, um… That happens sometimes."

"Uh-huh." Pacifica smirked.

The moment Dipper's hands landed on her belly, she twitched and giggled.

"Careful!" She protested between giggles. Her belly was very, very ticklish.

Dipper continued extending the sunscreen more gently, and then he looked aside all of a sudden.

"What's wrong?" Pacifica was confused at his reaction.

"I um…" Dipper flustered heavily. "I can see you really like it too."

"What?"

Pacifica glanced down at herself, completely confused. She was a girl; she didn't have anything to form a tent in her swimsuit like Dipper did. She however noticed something new in her bikini top. In the center of her breasts, there were two hard nipples poking through the fabric. Pacifica's eyes bulged out and she quickly covered her chest with her forearm.

"Oh my gosh! Everybody can see everything!" She freaked out and decided that was the last time she wore a top with fabric so thin. "Why didn't you say anything earlier!?"

"Well, I… Uh… You're pretty." Dipper babbled.

Pacifica glared at him for a few seconds, long enough for Dipper to cower back, and then she sighed and kept her bikini top covered with her forearms.

"Shut up and finish applying the sunscreen before Mabel comes back." She hissed.

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Mabel came back a few minutes later. She saw the couple lying on their backs on their towels. The cheerful brunette was carrying a huge bowl in her hands and a broad smile on her face. The bowl was filled up entirely with ice cream.

"Check out how many ice cream they brought!" Mabel sat next to Pacifica and placed the bowl in the center.

Dipper and Pacifica sat up and had a look. There was enough ice cream in the big bowl to fill up two or three buckets. It was strawberry ice-cream, with nuts and a few chopped fresh strawberries in it.

Pacifica was more impressed by the size of it rather than by all the decoration.

"Is this all the ice cream? You didn't save any of it for later?" The heiress raised an eyebrow.

"Um… Maybe?" Mabel giggled. "C'mon, it's not like you can't buy more later!"

"And you pretend us to eat all of this in a single go?"

"Haha, of course." Mabel puffed out her chest, proud as a peacock. "Leave that to Mabel!"

Mabel handled them some spoons. Pacifica rolled her eyes and took a small spoonful to try the ice cream. She wasn't particularly hungry. Dipper, on the other hand, took a big spoonful and engulfed it with desperation. He had skipped breakfast after all, and he was very hungry.

"Anything happened while I was out?" Mabel asked, her mouth full.

Pacifica kept a cool face, but Dipper chocked in his ice cream.

"Nothing in particular." Pacifica lied. She hoped Mabel attributed Dipper's coughing to the amounts of ice cream he was shoving in his mouth.

Mabel analyzed the couple for a few seconds, and decided Dipper was the weakest link, and therefore the easiest to attack and get some information from.

"Something wrong, bro-bro?" She waggled her eyebrows playfully. "Maybe something… caught your eye?"

"Nope." Dipper shook his head. "I'm not talking. Too busy eating."

"Something very embarrassing must've happened then!" Mabel grinned from ear to ear. "Tell me, tell me! C'mooooooon."

Pacifica pulled Dipper closer and whispered into his ear.

"Let's give her a lesson about where she can stick her nose." She whispered her plan to the boy, and Dipper nodded.

"Alright." Dipper left his spoon in the bowl. "I'm telling you, but it's very embarrassing. Come closer so that I can whisper it."

"Sure!"

Mabel leaned closer. Dipper then grabbed her hair and flipped it over her head, blinding her with brunette locks. Mabel, startled, reached out to grab onto something and locate herself, but Pacifica was faster. She pulled at the back of Mabel's swimsuit and dropped a ball of ice cream into it.

The cheerful brunette squeaked at the icy sensation rolling down her back, she stood up and ran blindly while screaming until she fell into the pool. Dipper and Pacifica dropped to the ground and began rolling in laughter.

"Why did you do that?" Mabel climbed out of the pool, a frown on her face. "That was mean."

"That was as mean as you invading our privacy all the time." Pacifica remarked.

"What?" Mabel was genuinely surprised. "But I've seen you laughing at it!"

"It's funny sometimes, but you are doing it all the time and it's getting annoying."

Mabel looked at her brother for confirmation, and Dipper gave her a more or less gesture with his hand.

"Fine." The cheerful brunette sighed. "I'll tone down the teasing. But you two are buttfaces for wasting a whole ball of ice cream in this prank."

"Would some more ice cream cheer you up?" Dipper offered her the spoon.

"You know it will!" Mabel grinned and sat again near the bowl.

They continued eating from the bowl until it was half empty. Having Mabel's word that she would tone it down, Pacifica decided to go a little bolder in the relationship department. Pacifica grabbed an full strawberry from the ice cream and offered it to Dipper. The boy flustered at first, but then he timidly took the strawberry in his mouth from Pacifica's hand. It was now Pacifica's time to fluster, since she had been fantasizing to do that for a while. Mabel snickered at the couple. Dipper then grabbed another full strawberry and did the same to Pacifica.

After a while, a good deal of the ice cream was already gone. Dipper was still hungry and he kept taking spoonful after spoonful. Mabel loved ice cream and, despite not being hungry anymore, she was also taking spoonful after spoonful. Pacifica on the other hand was full and didn't want anymore.

The heiress whispered something into Dipper's ear, stood up and left. Dipper's spoon slipped off his hand and hit the bowl as his cheeks flushed crimson red.

"I'm trying my best not to 'invade your privacy', bro-bro." Mabel looked at her brother slyly.

"S-she just told me to meet her in her room when I'm done, and that she has a gift for me." Dipper gulped.

"Oh, wow!" Mabel gasped. "I genuinely had nothing to do with this."

"What?"

"Nothing." Mabel quickly took another spoonful to keep her mouth from slipping anything else.

Dipper looked bewilderedly at his sister. He had no idea about what she could have done. The boy cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up and left to the manor to find out what the gift was.

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A/N:

!SMEES TI TAHW TON SI TFIG S'ACIFICAP

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FYI:

· Mabel definitely has something to do with Pacifica's gift.

· Mabel wanted Wendy to drop by to make Dipper realize that he liked Pacifica over Wendy. Despite poking fun at them, she is also trying her best to aid the couple.

· Dipper got the fork scars of his forearm in Sock Opera. They have a very small role in the story later.

· Notice that Dipper is the only one that doesn't nickname Pacifica as Paz. He has a better nickname in mind.

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