Pacifica's Last Wish The Last Wish:Chapter 10 & Finale:Part 1, a gravity falls fanfic

A/N:

Credit to CraveFanArt for the cover art.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.

Halfway through this chapter begins the prelude to the finale. This needs extra quotes!

"What if… destiny is not just a myth? If it truly exists, do you not fear that it will take revenge?"

"If destiny takes vengeance, it will be on me," he replied calmly. "It is I who acted against it. You have fulfilled your part. If destiny does exist, I would have chosen the right child among those you have shown me. After all, is the child of Pavetta among them?"

"Yes." Calanthe inclined her head slowly. "Would you like to look into the eyes of destiny?"

"No. I don't want to. I hereby withdraw and renounce my claim on this child. I don't want to look into the eyes of destiny, because I don't believe in it. Because I know that sharing the same destiny alone is not enough to unite two individuals. It takes something more than fate. I have no respect for such destiny, and I will not follow it like a blind man guided by a hand, naïve and uncomprehending. This is my final decision, Calanthe of Cintra."

Andrzej Sapkowski – The Sword of Destiny.

Episode 3: The Last Wish - Act 3: Pacifica the loved.

This chapter is so long that the web browser almost crashed when I pasted it into the document editor. It is 27k words long so I added small separators with the header 'Chapter: XX' in case you need to stop reading.

By the way, the yacht is a VICEM 100 in case someone wants to have a look at it before reading.

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 10: A Boat Trip]

[Act 3 - Tuesday]

"Dipper, wake up! We have to call your sister!" Pacifica drew the curtains and allowed the morning sunlight into the room.

Dipper moaned and rolled onto his other side as he hid his head under the pillow. It was too early in the morning for his comfort. Dipper had been having the greatest of dreams with Pacifica instead of Wendy in it for a change, and he was hoping to catch that dream again. Moreover, his whole body agreed with the time being too early in the morning to wake up.

"C'moooon." Pacifica whined, being an early bird as she was. The heiress raised her hand and gave Dipper's backside a hard slap. "Wake up!"

The slap made Dipper yelp in surprise. He rolled, grabbed Pacifica's hand and pulled her into the bed with him. Pacifica squealed and laughed as they rolled. Dipper ended up on top of her. He raised her nightshirt and launched a ticklish attack on her belly. Pacifica's eyes bulged out and then she burst into giggled and begged for him to stop. When Dipper thought she had had enough, he stopped, leaned closer and wiped a tear of joy from her flushed red cheeks. Pacifica's heart thumped wildly in her chest. Dipper was half-naked and leaning in between her legs. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Dipper however just got off her and drew the covers over his head to protect his eyes from the sunlight and catch some more sleep.

"Wait," Pacifica was dumbfounded. "what about my kiss?"

"You didn't let me sleep, so no kisses for you." Dipper giggled under the covers. "Besides, it's… what? Nine in the morning? Nobody is up in the Shack yet."

Pacifica opened her mouth to protest, but Dipper was right.

"Ugh, fine. We can sleep for a few more hours." She rolled her eyes. "Let me in the covers."

"Nope." He snickered.

"C'mooon!" She poked his form. Dipper didn't make any attempts to open the covers, so Pacifica landed a quick peck where she guessed his cheek should be.

"Nuh-huh." Dipper chuckled. "And you missed, by the way."

"Dippuuuuur, don't be mean! It's chilly out here!" Pacifica protested as she attempted to pull the bed sheets open. Dipper however had a good grasp on them and she made no apparent progress.

"How chilly?" He asked playfully.

"Very chilly." Pacifica grinned when she saw his weak spot. "I'm almost naked out here, remember?"

"Uh… Right." Dipper immediately opened the bed sheets and gave her a blushed face. "Come in."

Pacifica smiled smuggle, having achieved what she wanted. She got in bed and Dipper pulled the covers back over their heads to protect their eyes from the bothering morning light. She hugged his chest and Dipper shivered at her cold hands. The boy regretted not letting her in earlier, since he knew now that she had felt genuinely chilly. Dipper quickly compensated by pulling her closer against his naked but warm chest, intertwining his legs with hers and stroking her hair idly.

"Mmmh, so warm." Pacifica sighed happily. She found a comfortable spot using Dipper's upper arm as pillow. "I still want my kiss, by the way."

"I'm saving it for a surprise." Dipper smiled mysteriously.

"A surprise, huh? Give me a hint." Her eyes sparkled excitedly.

"Hmm… I can tell you that it doesn't explode." Dipper remembered what had happened to the balloon crown he got for her in the funfair.

"That's… reassuring, but it doesn't help at all."

"I can say it's a gift."

Pacifica wondered what it could be. She was certain she had spent all her time during the last four days with him, so Dipper hadn't had any chances of buying anything without her noticing. She wondered if Mabel would bring it, or if the gift would be an object at all. Pacifica decided that she didn't care at the moment. All she wanted was for Dipper to hug her and pet her hair for hours.

As if he could read her thoughts, Dipper gave her scalp an affective peck and began running his fingers through her hair, filling the air with the smell of her lilacs shampoo. Pacifica smiled and went back to ponder about their day. They were going to the lake with Dipper's family. Pacifica was eager to see Stan again. She felt he understood perfectly the situation with her parents. She also had a very important question to ask the Author about the supernatural. And she guessed she would have to cope with Mabel. The brunette was probably going to be a nuisance, but Pacifica knew she came in the 'Dipper pack'.

"We should probably lie low with the displays of affection in front of your family." The heiress suggested, running her hands along his back.

"Yeah, especially in front of Mabel." Dipper agreed.

They happily stayed in each other's arms for a while, rejoicing in the warmth emanating from their bodies which was kept inside the covers. Pacifica pulled him even closer and squeezed him affectively. Dipper yelped in surprise and hugged her back. He rested his lips on her forehead as if he were giving her an endless kiss. Pacifica couldn't get enough of how loving Dipper could be. She began stroking his back idly in response and dozed off a little. After some time, however, Dipper began to wiggle awkwardly. Pacifica thought he was just trying to find a more comfortable position, but he wasn't stopping. Slightly annoyed, she opened her eyes and broke the embrace.

"What are you doing?" She raised an eyebrow.

"My back… itches since last night." He complained.

Pacifica's eyes widened as saucers. She knew perfectly well why his back itched, since she had seen it earlier while he was asleep.

"I…" The heiress cleared her throat. "I don't think it's a good idea you take off your t-shirt to day to swim in the lake." She rolled onto her other side to hide the increasing blush on her cheeks.

"Why? What's on my back?" Dipper asked worriedly.

"I may or may not have overdone it a little bit with the fingernails last night." She tittered. Dipper saw how her ears blushed too.

"Really? I have what, two fingernail marks?" Dipper joked.

"Eight. Four across each shoulder blade." She corrected. "Sorry, I—uh… It was a very strong experience for me." Her voice came out in a mumble.

"Eight?" Dipper was astonished. "Oh, well. There goes my plan of swimming in the lake with you." He sighed.

"Don't worry, Dork. I'll wave my hand at you from the water." She teased.

"You're the worst." Dipper teased back.

"And you like me that way." Pacifica smirked.

"You can bet all your money I do." He replied playfully.

Dipper made use of his boyfriend's strength to pull Pacifica closer. The heiress hummed appreciatively when Dipper wrapped his arms around her belly and buried his face into her long blonde locks. Dipper caressed her silky nightshirt. It wasn't bad, but his hands wanted something different. He reached for the hem at her thigh and rolled her nightshirt up just enough to access her belly. Dipper remembered then that Pacifica was in her underwear. Deciding that there was enough light to have a good look now in contrast with last night, he flushed terribly and raised the covers discreetly to have a peek.

"Whoa." Dipper gulped as he felt suddenly very uncomfortable by having Pacifica with so few clothes in bed.

"Whoa what?" Pacifica had heard him.

"N-nothing." Dipper quickly dropped the covers back in place. "I was just… uh… checking out your… feet?"

"Pffft. You must be terrible at anatomy if you think my feet are in my butt." She teased him without rolling over.

"Yeah, just a little." Dipper tittered. "So... how do we…?" He wondered where he was and wasn't allowed to place his hands.

"Just hug me like you were doing earlier." She said tiredly. "And, if that becomes a problem for your Big Dipper, roll over and I'll hug you instead. I don't have anything to poke your back." She joked with a snicker.

Dipper hesitantly rested his hand on her thigh. The skin was cool, demanding him to heat it up. He swept his hand up to her armpit and began stroking her side repeatedly. Pacifica moaned softly and snuggled closer to show that she liked it. After a while, Dipper felt a little bolder and decided to play a stunt. Pacifica was seemly almost asleep. Dipper placed his arm around her belly, scooted upwards and briefly brushed her chest with the palm of his hand, returning it to her side as he finished readjusting his posture. Pacifica inhaled soundly but said anything. Dipper, on the other hand, was overjoyed. The pleasant tingling had returned to his hand after touching the soft skin of her breasts and her hardened nipple, and he couldn't wait to do that again. He placed his hand around her belly once more and…

"Do that again and you're sleeping in your room." Pacifica warned him.

"D-do what?" Dipper blurted out as he removed his hands from her nightshirt. "But… in the hypothetical case that I was going to do what I guess you thought I wanted to do… would you let me… try again? I can be gentler."

"That's good to know," Pacifica chuckled. "because I can slap you harder."

"Huh. I guess I'll take what I can get." Dipper smiled since Pacifica had said exactly what he guessed she was going to say.

Dipper slid his arms into her nightshirt and wrapped them around her belly. He teased the soft skin around her navel until Pacifica protested with a soft moan. Her belly was very, very ticklish. Dipper concentrated and attempted to caress it again, this time more gently and slowly. Pacifica didn't protest this time. Dipper sighed happily when he realized he had finally got skilled enough to avoid causing her tickles.

Even after his groping achievement of the last night, Pacifica's belly was still his favorite body part. He rejoiced in the feeling, and felt grateful that she was so willing to let him hug her like that. Dipper buried his face into her hair and dozed off. Pacifica grinned when she felt his warm breath become steady against her shoulder. She snuggled closer, sighed happily and finally had some shuteye herself.

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"Grunkle Staaaaaan!" Mabel yelled at the top of her lungs.

"What do you want, you little gremlin?" Stan grumbled.

The old man was sat in his recliner and Mabel was on the armrest yelling into his ear.

"Pacifica has invited us to a boat trip!" She chirped happily.

"Ooh, luxurious boat!" Stan's demeanor changed immediately. "I'll go get my box of creepy fishing lures." He stood up.

"Wait," Mabel pulled at his arm eagerly towards the gift shop. "I need you to open the basement door behind the vending machine. Ford is coming too."

"Why?" Stan wasn't very happy about the idea.

"Why not?" Mabel asked obliviously.

Stan looked at his niece's big brown eyes. He sighed, unwilling to drag her into his bickering with his brother.

"Never mind. Let me open it for you, pumpkin." He said as he ruffled Mabel's hair.

A few minutes later Mabel was already in the basement. She found the Author mixing a couple of different fluids in cylindrical recipients.

"Grunkle Ford!" She yelled happily.

Ford stopped pouring a purple liquid into a brown cylinder and stared at his niece. He struggled a little to remember her name.

"Oh. Hello, Mabel."

"Wanna come for a boat trip? Dipper and Pacifica have invited all of us!" Mabel displayed her broadest smile to maximize the effect, and her face screwed up slightly because of that.

Ford chuckled at the scene. He thought he liked that kid; she was funny.

"Is Stanley okay with me going?"

"Sure thing! Grunkle Stan opened the vending machine for me!"

Ford pondered about it for a second. The rift was safely locked in his desk and he had the key hanging around his neck. Bill couldn't possess him and everyone who knew the code to open the basement would be on the boat. He concluded that he was safe to go.

"Alright then. Let me note down what I was doing first." He opened Journal #1 and began writing.

"What are you doing?" Mabel peeked curiously into the Journal.

"I thought of making the best cologne known to man by mixing the essences of some of the best smells I could find in Gravity Falls." Ford began tapping his chin just like Mabel and Dipper usually did. "Now… how should I name it…? This is the hardest part."

"Name it the…" Mabel made a pause for suspense and then yelled jubilantly. "Ford's Juice!"

"Hmm… I like it." Ford grinned. "Sounds disturbing yet no one would deny it's my invention. How did you come up with that?" He asked in astonishment. As far as he knew regarding the kids, Dipper was the smart one.

"I do that every day but using sugar, fruit juice and more sugar!" She laughed happily.

Ford looked curiously at the girl. It seemed he had things in common with both twins after all, not only with Dipper. He noted the name on the Journal and put it into his coat pocket.

"Thank you." He ruffled Mabel's hair. "Let's go upstairs."

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Dipper and Pacifica walked their way towards the lake. They had overslept and they couldn't have breakfast. Pacifica wore her trademark purple dress and jacket, but without the leggings since she wore her purple swimsuit under the dress. She had to wear a one-piece swimsuit with wide shoulder straps instead of her bikini because the heiress was not about to wear such a revealing outfit in public, and because she still had some love marks left on the side of her neck. She had applied some moisturizer to lessen the reddening, but she was certain that the marks would last at least for one or two more hours.

On the other hand, Dipper wore his red swimming trunks and his white t-shirt. He thought his pool outfit would do nicely in the lake. Dipper was definitely not going to swim in the lake and, if he did, he would not remove his t-shirt. He knew the moment he did that, everyone would see the fingernail marks across his shoulder blades and also Pacifica's 'marking of her territory' on the side of his neck. She had bit him softly last night, but for long while sucking on his flesh. Dipper had a very characteristic hickey that no moisturizer could remove in less than a day. He sighed and psyched himself up to avoid taking off his t-shirt.

Dipper began to regret their zealousness while making out. They were not going to be alone now, and it would be very embarrassing if anyone found out. The couple had agreed to play it cool in front of Dipper's family, as if they hadn't kissed yet. He was sure they could easily fool both Stans and definitely Soos, but he was worried about someone else.

"What are we going to do with Mabel?" Dipper asked.

"You wanna get rid of her? I know of a deserted spot in the forest where we could dump a body and…" Pacifica joked until she saw Dipper was glaring at her. "Ooookay. No more jokes about that. Got it. So… what do you mean by 'what are we going to do about Mabel'?"

"She is going to notice we have… kissed… a lot." Dipper lowered the collar of his t-shirt and showed Pacifica the markings left by her own teeth on his skin.

Pacifica's eyes widened as saucers. She also began to regret deciding to go so zealously with her caress with the boy's body.

"We can't lie to her because she'll smell something is up. We'll just say nothing." The heiress concluded.

"She always finds out when we say nothing!" Dipper exclaimed worriedly.

"Then we'll tell her half-truths and lies." Pacifica suggested. "She'll be satisfied with the half-truths and she won't ask about the lies."

"Hmm… Maybe that'll work." Dipper agreed. "What should we lie about and what should we avoid telling her?"

"Um… We have definitely not bathed together, you haven't grabbed my… twins," Both of them blushed at the memory. "and definitely, under any circumstances, we mention what happened when you bit my earlobe." Pacifica's face blushed crimson red.

"What happened when I bit your earlobe?" Dipper asked, sounding oblivious.

"What do you think that happened, Dork?" Pacifica glared at him. She then noticed that he was doing an act. "Oh. Good one."

"Alright. She'll probably try to attack us separately, so what half-truths do we tell her?" Dipper asked, knowing that for this to work they must had the same story.

"Hmm… You are still refusing to kiss me until you give me that surprise, aren't you?"

"Yup. Trust me, it will be worth it." Dipper reassured, patting his left trunks pocket unconsciously.

"It better be. We'll tell your sister that we have pecked on the lips but nothing else." Pacifica concluded, slightly upset about Dipper's refusal to kiss her.

"C'mon, Pacifica." Dipper noticed the small frown on her face. He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You know I enjoy kissing you. I just want it to be more special this time."

Pacifica smiled. If he had waited two days until she had made up her mind and kissed him, the heiress was certain she could wait a few hours for him now.

"Fine." She said with feigned reluctantly and squeezed his hand.

They finally reached the Northwest's private docks. Dipper had been wondering the whole way there how they were going to open the fence gate. Pacifica's dress did not have any pockets so she was clearly not carrying any keys with her. In fact, he had to carry the keys to open the manor in his own pockets. Pacifica crouched in the sidewalk and picked up a stone. She flipped it over and pulled a key from it. Dipper looked at her in complete bewilderment.

"What? We Northwests never carry anything in our pockets. People carry it for us." She shrugged. "But when the need arises, we have a couple of tricks here and there."

"And you were worried about the servants leaving the manor fence backdoor open the last week?" Dipper teased, remembering her reaction when he had told her how to enter the fence of the manor without jumping over it with the aid of a tree. The servants had left the service door open and Pacifica had been worried about anyone that could have sneaked in beside Dipper.

Pacifica opened the fence and the couple got in the docks area. Dipper gasped at the sight of the boat. It was a big long luxury yacht. Dipper read the words VICEM 100 in the back of it. The yacht was 82 feet long from bow to stern. The hull was painted white with a purple line right below the handrails. The yacht had three different decks. There was a small motorboat on the flybridge deck. Dipper assumed the yacht could not land in a shore and that was the purpose of the motorboat. Pacifica showed him the interior.

On the flybridge deck there were two different areas. The outdoors area which had some lounge chairs for sunbathing, and the indoors area. Inside, there was a long counter table with a sink and four stools, which resembled a bar. What caught Dipper's immediate attention was the round hot tub in front of the counter table. Before Dipper could ask anything, Pacifica pressed a button and the water began to bubble. He made a mental note about using that later.

They went to the main deck below the flybridge. Aside from the exterior which was simply handrails to keep people from falling into the water, the interior consisted in three areas: First there was a small salon with triple couches at each side of it, and small tables with small lamps at each side of the couches. Between the couches in the center of the room there was a low rectangular table. Following the salon there was a step that led to a dinette, which had a big rectangular table with six chairs. After the dinette, there was a door to the cockpit with all the controls for the yacht. Dipper stopped there and looked expectantly at Pacifica.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to start the engine?" Dipper asked.

"I can't drive this. It was my father or the butlers who always drove it." Pacifica's eyes widened in realization. "Please tell me your uncles know how to drive a yacht."

"I don't know about them but I'm certain Soos can drive almost everything." Dipper reassured.

After checking out the main deck, they moved to the lower deck. It had no outdoors area since this part of the ship was underwater. Aside from the engine room which didn't interest them, there were three small bathrooms and, much to Dipper's amusement, three small bedrooms with double beds inside. Every bedroom had a small window from where they could see underwater. Dipper quickly sat on a bed to test it.

"Whoa, this is better than many houses." He joked, making Pacifica giggle.

"C'mon Dork, let's wait for your family in the main deck. We don't want your sister catching us here."

They sat on the couches in the salon, one sitting in front of the other with the low table in between them. Pacifica eyed Dipper boringly. She was used to people waiting for her, not the other way around, and even then, she was always punctual. In the meantime, Dipper had the strange feeling that he had already been in this boat, or at least seen it. He counted the times he had been to the lake and they were three times. Two of them it had been in the area where no boats go. He had been practicing with his sousaphone. The other time it had been with Soos during their Gobblewonker adventure, and he was certain he would remember Pacifica's long blonde hair from that day if he had seen it. He looked everywhere around the boat but nothing rang a bell.

"If you gave me your surprise now, we could make out in the meantime." Pacifica shrugged with a smile full of malice. She was staring now at her fingernails. After a few seconds she rubbed them on her dress to clean them slightly. "We could begin in these couches, then go to the hot tub..." The heiress listed in an attempt to convince the boy.

"Not yet, Princess." He smiled. "Besides, Mabel will probably appear the moment we begin kissing. She has some kind of weird superpower for that." Dipper joked.

Pacifica chuckled. She rested her face on her fists and leaned on the table. She stared at Dipper and examined every feature of his face, beginning on his round nose, going over his hazel eyes and ending on his chocolate locks. She noticed him smiling nervously, aware of her stare. Pacifica gave him a small smile and continued her scan of his body. She however stopped abruptly and felt embarrassed. She had seen a frame with a picture of her parents right next to Dipper in the small table beside his couch. The heiress tensed up and leaned back on her seat as averting her gaze from the frame.

"I'm going to miss this when you have to leave." She mumbled.

Dipper didn't hear what she had said, but he saw how Pacifica had grown stiff when she had looked at him. A quick look around the couch made him notice the small picture. Dipper stood up, grabbed the picture, put it in a drawer and closed it.

"Better?" He asked.

"Not really." Pacifica smiled faintly.

Dipper opened the drawer and grabbed the picture again. He then opened one of the small windows and threw it outside. They heard a splash when the picture sunk in water.

"What about now?" Dipper smiled.

"Better now." Pacifica chuckled.

"Today is all about you, Princess."

Dipper sat in the couch next to her and squeezed her hand. Pacifica cupped his face and kissed him deeply on the cheek, being respectful towards Dipper's wish to save a kiss on the lips for a special occasion. Dipper threw his arm over her shoulders and brought her into a side hug.

"Tell me about the gift." She was curious.

Pacifica knew it had to be something small or perhaps an action. The heiress had already checked the manor's calls history. That morning was the first and only time they had called to the Shack since the twins arrived, therefore she had decided that Mabel wasn't bringing the gift. Dipper had to carry it with himself. If it was some kind of object, he had to carry it in his pockets.

"Hmm… I can tell you that you can hold it in your hand." Dipper replied after thinking about it.

"So it's small. What else?" Pacifica asked eagerly, discarding the action from her list knowing now that it was something physical.

Dipper frowned slightly at her choice of words. He thought the medallion was definitely small, but not less beautiful because of it. It was not supposed to be big. It was meant to hang around the neck after all.

"Well… it will bind us, I think. It is like a part of me." Dipper added, remembering the special qualities of the crystal he had used to make the medallion. He hadn't tested it out, but he hoped it still worked after being carved and reshaped.

"A part of you?" Pacifica asked. She began to ponder about what it could be. Her train of thought made her blush crimson red as she guessed one possibility. "I um… Dipper… I already know what it is."

"Really? What?" Dipper asked, not convinced at all. He was certain she could not know about it because he had been careful to keep it well hidden.

"I… don't think you have to show me… that." Pacifica blushed twice as much. "I already saw your… Big Dipper the day I caught you in my bathtub."

"W-what?" Dipper stammered as he also blushed. "I-it's not that! What made you think it was that!?"

"It isn't? Then what it is?" Pacifica was relieved now but curious still.

"I told you, it is a surprise." He unconsciously tapped his trunks pocket.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed for the heiress, who drew her hand towards the pocket. Dipper slapped it.

"No peeking." He warned.

Pacifica was about to argue when they heard a car horn outside. The couple quickly ran out to meet Dipper's family. Soos came in his own pickup truck, and both Stans and Mabel came in Stan's red Cadillac. The chirpy preteen quickly ran to the couple and brought them into a hug. Dipper chuckled and Pacifica protested. The hug was too tight for her comfort.

"How're you doing, lovebirds?" Mabel cheered as she released them. She approached her brother and sniffed him. "Whoa, Dipper, you smell like lilacs."

"Hah, Really? Maybe that's because… uh…" Dipper began to rack his brains for a good excuse, because the moment Mabel realized that was Pacifica's hair scent on his body she would begin making assumptions. Pacifica was in a similar situation as her face progressively blushed.

"Hey, dudes! Check this out!" Soos caught their attention. The handyman had a grill in his hands.

"Wow, Soos, where did you get that?" Dipper quickly changed the topic of his body smell.

"I bought it with the money I got in the funfair. Cool stuff. I also brought hotdogs and buns so that we have something to eat." He picked up two big bags with his other hand.

Soos was so big he could easily carry the grill in one hand and the bags in the other. Dipper and Mabel were used to seeing that, but Pacifica gaped in amazement.

"Hey kiddos, where is the luxury boat?" Stan approached with a fishing rod and his box of creepy lures. Ford came soon afterwards, keeping some distance between his brother and himself. He had a small briefcase in his hand.

"This way."

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Pacifica led them into the boat. Soos left the grill and the bags in the main deck while both Stans went into the cockpit. Mabel, Dipper and Pacifica sat in the salon. After a short while they began hearing the two Stans arguing in the cockpit. Dipper and Mabel shared a worried look and Pacifica squirmed in her seat. She felt uncomfortable at the situation since she had been the one who had insisted in bringing both Stans. She didn't know the bad blood between the old twins.

"I'll be right back." Dipper quickly said, leaving both girls and rushing into the cockpit. He closed the door behind and addressed the arguing grunkles.

"What do you mean I shouldn't drive? It's been thirty years since you last saw a boat!" Stan said matter-of-factly.

"We have children in here and the yacht is not ours. I know you, Stanley. Your driving isn't precisely 'safe'." Ford countered.

"Hey, could you stop that?" Dipper attempted the polite approach first.

"Not now, Dipper." Both of them snapped at him.

Dipper was left dumbfounded. Before he had a chance to try again, the door opened and Soos entered the cockpit too.

"Hey dudes. I just wanted to let you know that everyone is hearing what you are saying because this is made of wood and we are in the room next to this one. Also, I noticed that Pacifica there seems to be uncomfortable at this situation, probably due to some secretly and unresolved family issues. Heh." Soos said as obliviously as ever yet hitting the nail in the head.

The two Stans stopped immediately, but their glares didn't subside.

"This is not over." They said at the same time pointing at each other with their indexes menacingly.

Dipper sighed and decided that the time to address this topic would be when Pacifica was not nearby.

"Soos, can you drive this?" The boy asked.

"I dunno, dude. Let me have a look." The handyman eyed the control panel for a while. He then pressed a button and the engine started. "Yep, this is pretty much like my old boat. I can drive this."

"Good. Take us to one of those small islands in the lake and we'll have a barbeque there."

"On it, dude." Soos quickly got the handle of the controls and drove the yacht into the lake.

"Now you two." Dipper glared at both grunkles, much to their surprise. "Stay out of each other's sight for today. I don't want you bickering while Pacifica is within earshot. She has enough trouble at home."

"I'll be fishing outside." Stan grumbled and left. He knew that Pacifica had trouble with her parents and he had empathy for the heiress, since he himself had been kicked out of his home when he was seventeen.

"I'll try my best." Ford left and sat in the dinette. He pulled out his Journal and began writing in it. He had met Pacifica's father when he was young and he had a pretty good guess about what Dipper was talking about.

"Dude, wait." Soos stopped Dipper from leaving. "Which island?"

"Oh, um… I don't know." He shrugged, looking out through windshield. "Any island except that one. That's a living island-head who feeds on boats." He explained as he pointing outside at one island that was far to the left.

"Hehe, good one dude." Soos laughed and thought he was joking.

:: ::

After Dipper left to the cockpit, Mabel began to eye Pacifica curiously. The heiress, feeling the brunette's gaze, decided to fix her eyes on hers. She knew that her deep blue eyes were hard to match in a staring contest. This however didn't work against Mabel. The cheerful brunette began grinning at her, and Pacifica felt uncomfortable.

"What?" The heiress snapped.

"Nothing." Mabel shrugged. "I just remembered who's hair smells like lilacs too."

Mabel began making sound with her throat. It was like a murmur at first, but it quickly turned into a squeal.

"You and Dipper have—!"

Pacifica quickly jumped up from her seat and covered Mabel's mouth with her hand. That very moment Soos passed next to them.

"Heheh, that looks suggestively embarrassing." He commented as he sat in the couch in front of the girls. "Sup, dawg?"

"Nothing," Pacifica slowly let go of Mabel's mouth and sat beside her. "Mabel and I were just… talking." She realized Mabel had licked her hand. The heiress made an 'Ew' sound and rubbed her hand clean on the couch.

"Yeah! Paz-Paz has just agreed to call me sister!" Mabel chirped happily.

"I so did not." The heiress countered.

"Didn't you?" Mabel asked with a mischievous smile.

"Fine. Whatever." She rolled her eyes.

Pacifica did not know what Mabel thought Dipper and she had done, but the heiress was not about to find out with Soos around. She had a feeling that the handyman was good hearted, but also a blabbermouth.

They stayed silent for a while. Then they heard the echoes of both Stans arguing in the cockpit. Pacifica frowned, squirmed a little in her seat and sighed. She hadn't expected this, and she didn't want it either. She already knew this all too well. The heiress had argued enough with her father about Dipper after all.

"I um… I'll have a look at the cockpit." Soos noticed Pacifica's facial expression and, being goodhearted as he was, he left to do something about it.

A few seconds after Soos left into the cockpit, the yelling stopped and Pacifica sighed in relief.

"Are you okay?" Mabel had also seen how she had tensed up.

"Yeah, this is just… nevermind." The heiress knew that someone as cheerful as Mabel wouldn't understand her issues.

"You don't have to call me sister if you don't want to." Mabel gave her one of her warm smiles. "I just thought that, since you were only child, you probably always wanted to have sister. I know I always wanted to have a sister besides Dipper."

Pacifica smiled faintly. It was partially true. She had always wanted to have a sibling. The heiress didn't care if it was a brother or a sister. One of the reasons she had for envying Mabel so much ever since she had met her was because of how lucky the brunette was by having a twin. That basically ensured she would always have someone to talk to and rely on. Pacifica could have used that priceless friendship all those days alone at the manor during her childhood.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, Mabel but… you and I are too different." Pacifica explained awkwardly. She was not sure whether Mabel was sister material for her or not.

"So what? I'm not asking you to date me, that's Dipper's job." Mabel shrugged and Pacifica blushed. "All I'm asking is some gossiping about boys, sharing secrets and going shopping! Girl stuff." She cheered.

"I guess that could be… fun." Pacifica suddenly smiled at the idea. "Yeah, I'd like that. I have a sketchbook with drawings of dresses I'd like to show you."

"Say the magic woooord." Mabel asked in a singing voice.

"I'm not going to say 'please'." Pacifica declined sternly.

"No, silly. I meant 'sister'." Mabel chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Pacifica laughed with the brunette at how oblivious she had been. The heiress stared absently at the floor for a second and considered that she might have fun with Mabel. Not at a sister level, because she didn't know anything about that, but definitely as a close friend. They were complete polar opposites, but that was not a bad thing. That meant they complemented each other.

The cockpit door opened and Stan and Ford came into the room. Ford sat in one of the dinette chairs and Stan approached the girls. The moment he saw them laughing a weight was lifted off his chest.

"Sorry, kiddo. My brother and I won't argue anymore." He attempted to ruffle Pacifica's hair but the heiress stopped his hand. Her hairstyle was hard to achieve after all.

"It's alright. Just don't tangle my hair." Pacifica pushed his hand away.

Seeing how Ford had claimed that room to himself by sitting on a chair and opening his Journal, Stan decided to go outside.

"Mabel, sweetie, will you bring your Grunkle his box of creepy lures and his fishing rod?"

"Sure thing, Grunkle Stan! We'll talk about Dipper later, sis-sis!" Mabel stood up and left with the old man outside to the handrails.

Pacifica leaned back on the couch, and sighed. She had no idea what to do now. Dipper was still inside the cockpit and she didn't remember the Author's name. She always called him 'The Author' after all. The heiress however had never been shy. She simply stood up and sat next to him.

"Stan was it?" Pacifica asked, knowing his name had something to do with his brother's.

"Close. I'm Ford." He corrected her, closing the Journal and directing his attention towards her.

"Oh, sorry. I always called you the Author, just like Dipper does." She smiled sheepishly. "So… I wanted to ask you something."

"Oh, um… sure." Ford cleared his throat uneasily. He had only talked to the girl once before and all he knew about her was that she was in a relationship with Dipper, or that was at least what Mabel had told him in the car. "It's… not about relationship advice, right?" He asked warily, nervously fiddling with his fingers.

"No, it's not about that." Pacifica stared at him curiously. She recognized some of Dipper's gestures in him. The heiress suddenly felt more confident. If she could handle a small dork, she could definitely handle a big one. "I wanted to talk about Bill."

"What?" Ford quickly opened his Journal again and tried to read it. He could easily tell every word apart, so he discarded the idea of being dreaming. "How do you know of Bill?"

"He visited Dipper first and then me when we were… having a nap." Pacifica blushed and decided to omit the details of sharing the bed with Dipper. "I gave him the finger and then I woke up."

"What do you mean by giving the finger?" Ford was unfamiliar with the slang. Pacifica showed him the gesture and Ford's eyes widened. His respect for the girl suddenly grew quite a bit. "Right. What did you want to know?"

"I didn't give it much importance, but Dipper seemed to be very worried about me and he couldn't sleep that night. I mean evening-AFTERNOON!"

Pacifica fanned herself to cool off the blush on her cheeks. She had failed terribly at hiding that Dipper and she shared a bed. Ford however wasn't paying attention to those details. He had opened his Journal and was flipping its pages. He had been expecting this to happen for a while now. It was but a matter of time that Bill tried to get him by attacking his family.

"So… is there some kind of protection or something?" Pacifica asked when she got tired of waiting.

"It's not that simple." Ford sighed. "He's not from this dimension so there isn't an easy way of dealing with him. The best protection is to ignore him. Without a deal, he can only enter a dream and even just that costs him greatly if the host isn't willing."

"I was hoping for something to help Dipper's anxiety about this." Pacifica looked at the Journal. "Dipper told me there wasn't much information about him in the other two Journals."

"Yes. That's a safety measure." Ford placed his hand protectively on his book. "About that protection, there is a spell but it requires a huge list of ingredients, including unicorn hair—"

Mabel quickly burst into the room.

"PACIFICA! There is a hot tub upstairs!" She quickly grabbed Pacifica by the sleeve of her dress and dragged her out.

"Alright, alright. Don't ruin my sleeve, I'm coming already, Mabel." The heiress chuckled as both girls left the room.

Ford thought about what he had talked with the blonde girl. He was thankful Mabel had come in yelling her name, since he didn't remember it and it was proving difficult to address her without knowing her name. The Author knew that acquiring unicorn hair and the rest of the ingredients was very tiresome and had little effect, since once you left the building you were unprotected again. That meant there was only one thing he could do.

Just that very moment Dipper came out of the cockpit and looked around in search for his girlfriend.

"Dipper, come here." Ford quickly got his attention. "We have to talk."

Dipper was surprised by being addressed by his secret idol. He quickly did as told and sat next to him while his eyes widened as saucers.

"You see, boy, Pacifica had told me about your dreams." He opened the Journal #1. "You should have a look at this page."

Dipper felt the urge to squeal like a girl.

:: ::

Mabel took off her clothes to reveal her magenta one-piece swimsuit and jumped into the hot tub. Pacifica removed her dress and had a quick look at the side of her neck in a small hanging mirror. The love marks had almost disappeared thanks to the moisturizer and the shoulder strap of her one-piece purple swimwear covered them perfectly. The heiress happily joined Mabel in the hot tub and hit the bubbles button. Both girls gave a shuddering sigh as the tub began to vibrate.

"Let's have some girly gossip." Mabel suggested eagerly.

"Okay. How does it work?"

"You tell me something embarrassing that had happened between Dipper you and I give you my sister advice." The brunette preteen explained.

"So… we are basically gossiping about Dipper?" Pacifica wanted to make sure she had understood Mabel.

"Pretty much that." Mabel nodded eagerly.

"For what?" The heiress asked, not feeling like telling Mabel her private stuff.

"Come on, Paz-Paz! Don't you have anything bottled up inside that you want to share about him?" Mabel urged.

Pacifica bit her lower lip. She had lots of doubts she couldn't simply ask Dipper and was urging to share with someone, but Mabel was not precisely the kind of person to talk about that. The heiress had been hoping to talk to someone older like Wendy, but the teen was outside town. Seeing no way out, she finally agreed.

"Fine."

"Tell me, tell me!" The chirpy brunette urged, getting closer so that Pacifica didn't have to raise her voice over the sound of the bubbling water.

"Two nights ago we were going to sleep so Dipper hugged me from behind and he went all… hard." Pacifica blushed as she explained clumsily and omitted some of the details.

"Hard?" Mabel asked doubtfully. The heiress clarified by raising a clenched fist. Mabel's eyes widened in realization. "Oh. So what?"

"I don't know why that happened. I mean, I wasn't touching him or anything. He just went hard and we couldn't continue sleeping like that." Pacifica remembered how she had been a little frustrated about the situation.

"Well, that's easy." Mabel chuckled. "As your big sister-"

"Why are you the 'big' sister?" Pacifica interrupted Mabel and narrowed her eyes.

"When is your birthday?"

"September." She replied without seeing what that had to do with anything.

"August!" Mabel yelled jubilantly. "So as your now confirmed big sister, I can guarantee you that happens to Dipper very often. In fact, I'd say most of the mornings, so I wouldn't worry about that." She shrugged.

"So… it wasn't because of me? I mean… It's not like I am urging for him to do that or anything like that." Pacifica tittered.

"Oh, it was definitely because of you." Mabel waved her hand dismissively. "What I meant is that you don't have to touch Dipper to cause that. It just happens."

"Right." Pacifica had expected Mabel to laugh at her or something of the sorts, because she would have laughed at Mabel if this was all the way around. However that was not the case and the heiress felt more comfortable around the brunette.

"Are you happy with Dipper?" Mabel asked in a serious tone.

"Yes." Pacifica smiled broadly. "He is so tender with everything."

"Like what?"

"Dipper strokes my hair until he thinks I'm asleep. Then he hugs me and falls asleep. I feel so safe around him." Pacifica said dreamily. She then noticed Mabel's smile turning mischievously. "We just hug!" She quickly clarified as her cheeks blushed red.

"I guess it's serious then." The brunette giggled. "Have you told Dipper you love him yet?" She asked eagerly.

"I… was waiting for him to say it first." Pacifica mumbled in embarrassment.

"I could set him up to say it." Mabel suggested.

"No. I want it to be natural." Pacifica quickly declined the idea.

Pacifica quickly hushed Mabel when she saw Dipper coming upstairs. The boy was completely nose deep in the new Journal Ford had given him. He didn't pay any attention to them and sat in a stool in the counter.

"Hey bro-bro! Pacifica has something important to t—OUCH!" Mabel protested. Pacifica had pinched her belly underwater discreetly to silence her. A mischievous smile appeared on the brunette's face. "Oh, sister. You don't know what you have just done."

Dipper lifted his gaze from the Journal and saw how his sister ducked Pacifica underwater. The heiress emerged gasping for air and Mabel seized the opportunity to reciprocate the pinch in her belly. Pacifica squealed and grabbed Mabel's hands to fight her. Dipper was amused by the show but he was more interested in his Journal #1. He went nose deep again until half a minute later another squeal made him lift his gaze.

"Why did you do that!?" Pacifica complained as she rubbed her breasts with her hands.

"You tried to drown me!" Mabel protested.

"I barely kept you underwater for two seconds! You did this on purpose!" The heiress snapped.

"Yeah, sure. I can cross out now on my to-do list for today 'pinch Pacifica's breasts'." Mabel chuckled sarcastically.

"You are jealous because I have breasts to pinch and you don't!" Pacifica blurted out and then covered her mouth immediately.

The heiress knew that had been completely out of place. She didn't want to look at Mabel's face, since she knew she had hurt her feelings with her words. Pacifica however looked at Dipper. He had indeed heard the conversation and he was glaring at her. Pacifica wished for the ground to shallow her up then and there. She felt awful.

"Mabel, I'm sorry... I didn't mean that." Pacifica apologized, now looking at the usually chirpy brunette. Mabel was staring blankly at the water, clearly sad. "Mabel... Please... I'll gossip with you about whatever you want. Do you forgive me, big sis?" Pacifica pleaded.

"Even about the embarrassing stuff?" Mabel asked in a murmur.

"Even about that." Pacifica reassured.

"Of course I forgive you! I'm the big sister after all!" Mabel suddenly perked up, much to Pacifica's surprise.

Dipper chuckled. He already knew by experience how insults simply didn't have any effect on his sister. Although he didn't let anyone insult her.

"Now tell me, tell me!" She whispered, getting closer to Pacifica so that Dipper didn't hear them. "How far have you two gone?"

"Hmm... Let's say I had to slap him so that he didn't go any further." Pacifica answered with a sly smile.

"The booty?" Mabel gasped, but Pacifica shook her head. "The boobs then!" Mabel laughed as she turned to her brother. "Really, Dipper? Getting those sweaty hands all over Pacifica's body?" She teased happily, knowing she had just found teasing material for a decade.

"Hey, she tried to take my shorts off first." Dipper countered.

Mabel quickly turned to Pacifica to see whether it was true. The heiress was gaping, so Mabel knew that Dipper wasn't lying. The now again chirpy brunette burst into laughter. Pacifica felt embarrassed at first, but Mabel's laughter was contagious and she quickly joined it.

After a quarter hour of gossiping and mystery reading, the boat stopped. The three preteens heard a voice coming from the deck below.

"Dipper! Come help us lower the motorboat to the water!" They heard Stan's voice.

Dipper sighed, closed his Journal and left downstairs. He couldn't understand why three adults would need the help of a boy to manage a boat.

Pacifica quickly seized the opportunity to pull Mabel closer.

"I need to ask you something." She whispered.

"Sorry Paz-Paz, but I don't think it's a good idea. I like boys and Dipper could come back any minute." Mabel teased. Pacifica narrowed her eyes and glared at the brunette. "I mean… sure, tell me." Mabel tittered when she felt a little threatened.

"Dipper has a gift for me in his trunks pocket. I wanna know what it is, and I need you to find out for me." Pacifica whispered, looking warily at the stairs in case her boyfriend came back.

"If it is a gift, don't you prefer to keep it a surprise?" Mabel suggested.

"Maybe…" Pacifica sighed. "It's complicated. I have a feeling it's jewelry but…"

"…Dipper doesn't have money to buy good jewelry." Mabel finished her sentence.

"Exactly. I just want to know what it is so that I don't frown or something when he gives it to me." Pacifica was a little anxious.

The heiress could easily tell apart fake jewelry from good jewelry and she didn't want Dipper to feel bad about it when she inevitably frowned at the more than probable fake jewelry.

"That sounds… very stupid, to be honest." Mabel countered plainly. "I'm sure whatever my brother has for you is beautiful, even if it is made out of wood." She reproached Pacifica with her eyes.

Pacifica lowered her eyes and Mabel rejoiced in finally winning the staring context they had begun earlier in the day.

"But… I'll keep an eye out for curiosity's sake." Mabel added with a sly smile.

:: ::

[Chapter 11: A Shard of Ice]

[Act 3 - Tuesday]

:: ::

Soos stopped the yacht close enough to the shore to make it easy to swim back to it from land. Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica and he departed in the motorboat with the grill and the hotdogs while both Stans remained in the yacht. The old twins didn't want to risk bickering again in front of the heiress. Mabel and Pacifica had in mind to take a dip in the lake later, and they decided to stay in her swimsuits. Dipper was also going to swim with them, but he had already decided not to take his t-shirt off in an attempt to hide the embarrassing scratch marks on his back.

The motorboat arrived to the shore. The island was rather a small islet. It wouldn't take them more than twenty minutes to walk along the shore circling the islet and reach the same spot. The shore was a sandy beach, something that surprised them. The interior of the islet had a few trees here and there, most of the vegetation consisting in bushes.

Soos set the grill ready between a fallen tree and a couple big rocks they could use to sit down and enjoy their meals. In the meantime, Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica explored the shore. Pacifica had an itch in her palm and she knew the only relief to that would be grabbing Dipper's hand. She however hesitated due to Mabel's most that probably teasing looks and kissy faces. The heiress was racking her brains for a solution to her dilemma when Mabel crouched down and took some sand in her hands.

"Weird." The cheerful brunette commented. "This is sand, like seashore sand, but this is a lake."

"Don't be ridiculous." Pacifica crouched down too and touched the sand. "Oh my gosh, it's true! How is this possible? Sand is formed by the tides and this lake has steady water!" She quickly brushed her hand clean in case there was something wrong with the sand.

"Oh, I read something about that." Dipper quickly pulled out his recently acquired Journal #1 and flipped its pages. "Turns out the island-head monster, although it's very territorial and attacks boats, its main diet are just rocks on the bottom of the lake. Once the head-island gets the nutrients, it just spills the rocks in sand form." Dipper explained as he pointed at the furthest island in the lake. "Here it also says it's the older island in the lake, so it probably makes the other islands itself."

Pacifica had a look at the Journal over Dipper's shoulder. There was a drawing of a big head with an ugly faces and tress for hair.

"So, you're telling me there's a huge island-head in the lake that attacks boats and eats rocks?" Pacifica asked in complete bewilderment. "I'm so moving out of this town when I'm older."

"I think Gravity Falls is very interesting." Dipper countered. "Where else in the world can you wrestle your own clones after a picnic?" He joked as he put his Journal back into his vest.

"You know, that was disturbing… but you made it interesting." Pacifica pulled him closer and rested her hands on Dipper's chest, stroking his skin through the t-shirt.

Dipper was a little startled at first, but he soon instinctively rested his arms on her hips and gave her a nervous grin. The first thing that came to his mind was that her swimsuit was quite close-fitting, granting her a most entrancing sight. Pacifica tugged at his t-shirt demandingly and gave him a pout. She wanted a kiss then and there, without any gift. Just a kiss. She was about to bat her eyelashes to maximize the effect when someone interrupted them.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Mabel was pumping her fist with each word.

Pacifica glared at the brunette, but the damage was already done. Dipper held her hands and smiled warmly at her.

"Rules, Princess." He reminded her about the rule of not kissing openly in front of his family.

"Ugh, fine." Pacifica broke the embrace but kept holding Dipper's hand. She counted that as half a victory.

"Why do you call her princess, bro-bro?" Mabel asked with a teasing grin.

Dipper was speechless. He actually didn't know. It had begun as a nickname after the incident with her stuffed pony and then it simply had stayed since it sounded right.

"I hate you again, Mabel." Pacifica tried to sound angry, but she was happy her hand was holding Dipper's now.

"Do you now, little sis?" Mabel poked Pacifica in the belly.

The heiress squealed and giggled. Her belly was very ticklish. Mabel went to do that again, but Dipper grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"Stop it. That's mine." Dipper placed his hand protectively on Pacifica's belly, jealous of anyone else touching his favorite part of her body.

Pacifica's face flushed crimson red after hearing Dipper, and Mabel gasped in surprise.

"Or else?" Mabel smiled mischievously, eager to tease the couple.

"Where is she ticklish?" Pacifica whispered into Dipper's ear.

"In the armpits." He whispered back.

Dipper and Pacifica shared a look. Mabel stared in horror at what she had done. They had just teamed up against her. The chirpy brunette tried to run away, but Pacifica reacted quickly, chased and tackled her to the ground. Mabel rolled onto her back and tried to fight her back, seizing and keeping the heiress' hands off her body. Pacifica realized, much to her surprise, that Mabel and she had approximately the same strength. She couldn't overpower her. Dipper quickly caught up with the girls. He grabbed Mabel's hands and pinned them to the ground. Mabel threw him a pleading look and Dipper replied with a teasing grin. She attempted to kick Pacifica off herself, but the heiress immobilized her legs and straddled her. Pacifica then launched a ticklish attack on Mabel's armpits.

"No, no! Please—Buahahahaha!" The brunette laughed uproariously and trashed helplessly under Pacifica.

Mabel tried to break free and Dipper redoubled his grasp on her hands by applying his bodyweight on it. Dipper glanced at Pacifica. She was giggling with a broad smile on her face, but the smile was special. She wasn't smiling because she was overpowering her former rival, but because she was genuinely having fun with them. Dipper then glanced and Mabel to make sure she wasn't having a bad time. The cheerful brunette was all but unhappy at the ticklish attack. Once Pacifica had enough, she got off a panting Mabel and stood beside Dipper.

"You just saw what happens when you touch my belly." Pacifica scolded her like a child. "Will you do it again?"

"Maybe." Mabel giggled as she regained her breath. "I had fun here."

"Hey, dudes!" Soos called for them. "The hotdogs are ready!"

Soos had made hotdogs to spare. He and Mabel sat on two conveniently round rocks and Dipper and Pacifica sat on the fallen log. The latter were eating hotdog after hotdog. They were starving after skipping breakfast to be there on time. When they were done with lunch, Mabel chirped and dragged Soos to the interior of the islet, saying she had something to show him. Dipper and Pacifica shared a look and knew the brunette was definitely lying, and she was probably going to spy them from behind a bush.

Pacifica sat closer and nudged Dipper's knee with her own, earning a smile and a squeeze on the thigh from her boyfriend. Now that hunger wasn't filling most of her thoughts and Mabel wasn't around, Pacifica had some time to think. The topic of her parents and her relationship didn't take long to reach her mind. Pacifica was almost completely positive that they wouldn't allow this relationship. There was also the fact that Dipper didn't live in Gravity Falls. He lived in California and, even though that was relatively close, it wasn't close enough. If she was unlucky, Dipper would leave in three weeks when August was over. If she was however very lucky, something Pacifica had already discarded, Dipper would perhaps leave early September and they would have some more time. All in all, they had only from three to five weeks left to be together, assuming her parents didn't come back earlier.

The heiress sighed sadly. The last night, she had felt like never before in her whole life. She couldn't wait for tonight. She had felt great when she had woken up this morning in the arms of the boy she loved, and she couldn't wait to experience that again tomorrow morning, and all the mornings she could get. Every second was precious for her, and she couldn't help but think they were wasting time by having to suppress their feelings because Mabel was around. Pacifica sighed sadly for a second time and pulled her long blonde mane over her shoulder.

Dipper heard Pacifica sighing and he glanced at her. She was hugging her long blonde locks, and he was completely entranced by the sight of it. Pacifica's hair was so long, full and healthy that it perfectly filled the role of a plush toy for the heiress to hug. Dipper rested his hand on Pacifica's, unspokenly asking for permission. He wanted to touch it too. The heiress smiled and handed Dipper a good big lock of hair. Dipper loved how silky it felt to the touch, how shiny it was under the daylight giving it a golden sheen, and how long it was. He hoped that Pacifica never cut it when she grew up. Dipper knew her hair had to weight quite a bit and required lots of maintenance to keep it at waist-length, but he thought it was completely worth it. He would even offer himself to help her wash it every day if that made Pacifica keep her hair at waist length, regardless of how much they grew when they got older. The boy smiled when he realized where his train of thought was taking him. He wanted to grow up with her. Dipper threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer.

Pacifica was snapped out of her thoughts by the gesture. She saw how Dipper was giving her a heartwarming smile and she couldn't help but reciprocate it. Pacifica dropped her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. She had become aware of something very important: She had felt amazing last night, she had felt amazing this morning, and she was feeling amazing right now. It wouldn't be wasted time as long as she was with him.

"Look! See? Now they are going to kiss!" They heard a voice from some bushes behind.

"I don't think we should be looking, dude." Soos added.

"Bah, they can't see us over here." Mabel shrugged.

Dipper glanced over his shoulder at the direction of the voices. Mabel was barely ten feet away from them hiding behind a bush that didn't cover her at all, let alone someone as big as Soos. He sighed and decided to ignore his sister.

"Your creepy sister is behind us, isn't she?" Pacifica asked, having heard the voices too.

"Yep. Sorry about that."

"Don't worry Dork. I think I'm finally getting used to it." Pacifica smiled faintly.

:: ::

Once they had rested for a while after eating, Soos and Dipper left to wander the shore while Mabel and Pacifica stayed sitting on the log. Dipper was looking for something in the sand, something beautiful to give to Pacifica. A shiny stone or something of the sorts, since he had guessed the heiress would try to take a peek of the medallion and he needed a decoy just in case. Soos however wasn't very certain of what they were doing.

In the meantime, Mabel and Pacifica talked lively. The two girls were different in many aspects, but all Pacifica couldn't find in Dipper, she was finding it in Mabel. Their topics ranged from mini-golf to fashion. Pacifica was happy to hear that Mabel also despised tennis ever since she got hit by a tennis ball. The heiress really, really, disliked tennis. When the two girls calmed down a little, doubts began to assault Pacifica again. Doubts that she couldn't ask Dipper, but she could ask Mabel.

"So…" Pacifica cleared her throat. "When are you leaving Gravity Falls?"

"Hmm…" Mabel tapped her chin. "Early September I think. In three or four weeks. Why?"

"Nothing in particular." She muttered. Pacifica realized she hadn't been lucky after all.

"Don't worry, sis." Mabel nudged her shoulder to cheer her up. "I'm sure we'll be here by your birthday! When is it?"

"The last week of September." Pacifica sighed.

"Oh… I guess we could… No, sorry." Mabel apologized. School started halfway through September and they would have to be back in Piedmont by then. The cheerful brunette cursed her big mouth for talking too much.

The two girls remained silent for some more time while staring at the boys. Dipper crouched down and had a look at an orange stone. It was beautiful, but not beautiful enough. He discarded it and noticed that Mabel and Pacifica were staring at him. Dipper and Pacifica locked eyes as he walked. They always had the effect of leaving him completely entranced. Dipper bumped into Soos' belly and fell onto the sand with a grunt.

"Sorry, dude. I thought you saw me." Soos helped Dipper back on his feet. The handyman was, after all, hard to miss.

Mabel and Pacifica burst into laughter at the scene. Dipper blushed crimson red in embarrassment and continued searching the shore.

"Do I have something on my face?" Pacifica asked.

"Pffft. Yeah! Your face!" She poked her on the nose. "That's all Dipper needs to get distracted. Good thing it was just Soos and he didn't hit a tree or something."

"Yeah. So…" Pacifica played with her hair. "Does Dipper have many friends back in… Piedmont?" She struggled to remember the town's name.

"Not really. Just a handful." Mabel smiled sadly. She had never had any issues making friends, but Dipper was another story.

"And… any girls?" Pacifica asked in a murmur.

Mabel stared at Pacifica with a raised eyebrow.

"C'mon, Paz-Paz. Don't mock my brother." Mabel snickered at the idea, but then noticed that Pacifica was serious and the brunette burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Pacifica narrowed her eyes and glared at the brunette.

"Are you seriously worried about that?" Mabel laughed. "My brother is not precisely a 'womanizer'!"

"I guess not. How silly, right?" Pacifica tittered as she unconsciously squeezed the spot of her ear Dipper had bit yesterday to make her shriek in joy.

"We may leave when the summer is over, but you can come visit us in Christmas! We don't have any spare rooms but we'll think of something." Mabel attempted to cheer her.

"That's… going to be difficult." Pacifica sighed.

"Nah, you can sleep in Dipper's bed. We'll have a girls sleepover and send him to the couch!" Mabel giggled happily and failed to see what Pacifica had meant.

"The problem isn't that." Pacifica lowered her head. "I don't think I can go."

"Oh." Mabel's eyes widened and stopped giggling immediately.

"Yeah." She mumbled.

Back on the shore, Dipper had gathered a few stones. Some had curious shapes, some were shiny, and some even had small mineral veins. Dipper was tapped on the shoulder.

"Check it out, dude. I'm a lake mermaid."

Soos had taken off Mystery Shack T-shirt and he was holding two long palm leaves over his chest, all while making a Princess Unattainable face. Dipper burst into giggles and caught Mabel's attention. The worried brunette nudged Pacifica and she soon looked too. She giggled for a while and then inhaled deeply to calm herself.

Seeing that Pacifica was better, Mabel attempted to satisfy her curiosity.

"How is it? The thing with your parents?" Mabel asked and earned a glare from the heiress. "I mean… uh… forget I said anything."

The brunette reproached inwardly her own curiosity. The question had sounded way better before it left her mouth. Still, Mabel was genuinely curious. She considered her own father the best and most cheerful person in the world, and her mother the kindest. It was hard for her to understand Pacifica's situation.

"It's… like that." Pacifica broke the silence and pointed at the lake. "But instead of arguing with each other, they argue with me."

Mabel had a look at the yacht and noticed for the first time that both Stans were arguing quite loudly. The two girls, now silent, could perfectly hear their yelling. Pacifica wiggled on the log and sighed sadly. Mabel bit her lower lip and finally understood her situation. She threw one arm over Pacifica's shoulders and pulled her closer into a hug. Much to her own surprise, the heiress reciprocated it. Mabel tried to catch Dipper's attention without Pacifica noticing. Once Dipper saw his sister and then what was going on with his grunkles, Dipper sighed angrily.

"Soos, forget about the stones. Could you… cheer Pacifica up while I take care of something on the yacht?" Dipper dropped on the sand all the stones he had been gathering for an hour.

"On it, dude. Cheering is my specialty." He adjusted his handyman's cap and walked up to the girls while Dipper went to the yacht.

Pacifica had her gaze glued to her feet while she traced drawings on the sand with her toes and Mabel looked at the yacht. The cheerful brunette noticed the handyman walking up to them.

"Soos!" She cheered.

"What's up, hambone?" Soos bumped his fist with Mabel.

"Hambone?" Pacifica asked curiously, raising her gaze from the sand.

"Yeah, I nicknamed Mabel that. Mostly because I wasn't sure if her name was Maple or Mabel." Soos chuckled. Pacifica giggled a little.

The heiress knew she didn't have the most original name in the world, but at least it was easy to write. She could understand what Soos had meant, since Mabel's name wasn't particularly common.

"You wanna bump fists, Pacifica?" He offered his fist.

Pacifica looked warily at it, unknowing the gesture.

"Oh, um... I guess." She hesitantly bumped her fist with Soos. The handyman made an explosion sound with his mouth and Pacifica giggled.

"Now the other one, dude!" Soos offered, seeing that she had clearly enjoyed it.

Pacifica bumped her other fist more willingly this time, feeling joyful by the simple gesture.

"Soos, Soos! Let's make something weird!" Mabel urged, eager to play something.

"Okay, let me think." He cupped his own chin thoughtfully. "You girls wanna bury me in the sand? I gotta warn you, dude. I don't fit in small holes."

Dipper swam back to the yacht. He didn't bother picking the motorboat since he alone couldn't push it to the water and the yacht was close to the shore anyways, but he left his vest and the Journal in the motorboat so to avoid getting them wet. Just when the water was up to his neck, he reached the yacht. Dipper climbed the stairs and stood in front of both Stans, who were bickering like children.

The boy looked over his shoulder and saw Mabel, Soos and Pacifica digging in the sand with their hands. He thought they were probably going to make sandcastles and, even though it was childish, he would have liked to make some with Pacifica. He clenched his fist angrily, since he was forced to act as an adult to stop the two apparently-not-so-adults from bickering. Dipper sighed, thinking how to handle the situation for the second time. Last time what he had done didn't work, so he would try a different approach this time.

"Hey." Dipper tried to get their attention. When they ignored him, he cleared his throat soundly. Both of them stopped arguing to look at Dipper. "I um... I'd like your advice regarding Pacifica." Dipper said uneasily.

Each of them, thinking they had been addressed separately, approached the boy.

"Sure." Both Stans spoke at the same time. Then they glared at each other.

"Hey Poindexter, he was talking to me. Go back to your 'research'." Stan said scornfully.

"Right, as if the kid wanted to ask you how to scam the girl." Ford replied spiteful.

Much to Dipper's surprise, they began to bicker like children again. Dipper gaped and began rubbing his arm nervously, feeling upset about the situation.

"Would you two shut the heck up!?" A voice suddenly snapped. Both grunkles were surprised at the voice, but the most surprised was Dipper when he noticed it was his own voice. "I-I need your advice now! Both of you!"

"Dipper, my brother and I will never agree on anything." Ford sighed. "There is too much bad blood between us."

"Then you fix it!" Mabel suddenly snapped, appearing behind her brother.

Dipper's eyes widened. He took a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Pacifica hadn't seen them arguing, since Mabel had clearly noticed. Pacifica was happily covering Soos in sand. They had given up in digging a hole and Soos simply lay on the shore while Pacifica buried him in sand.

"Listen, pumpkin." Stan sighed. "We can't simply fix this. You kids go play at the shore and we'll try not to bicker here."

"No! That is not the way of dealing with this!" Mabel yelled. "This is a special boat trip! We can't just enjoy it if you are fighting each other every half an hour!"

"What is so special about this?" Stan shrugged. "You and I have already gone fishing in my boat. Sure, it is not as luxurious as this one, but it was a boat trip anyway."

"It's special because it's not for you! This is for her!" Dipper snapped angrily, pointing at Pacifica on the shore, who had already buried Soos body and now she was giving him octopus legs. "Pacifica is living a hell in her home and all she wants is some quality time with a family, and you will not deny her that b-because I love her!"

Dipper quickly covered his mouth. He had been yelling by the end of his rant, and he worried about Pacifica hearing him. He glanced at the heiress, but she hadn't seemed to hear his confession, too busy and too far away at the moment.

Both Stans looked at each other uneasily.

"I'll go make sure Pacifica doesn't come nearby. You can fix this, bro-bro." Mabel gave Dipper's shoulder a squeeze and hurried back to play with Soos and the heiress.

"Listen, Ford." Stan sighed deeply. "I'm sorry for what I said." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly in the same way Dipper often did.

"I'm also sorry for what I said." Ford apologized too, rubbing his arm nervously in the same way Dipper did sometimes.

"And?" Stan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ford was taken off-guard by the question. He glanced at Dipper asking for a hint. The boy discreetly did a triangle with his hands.

"Oh! And thank you for bringing me back. High six?" He raised his hand.

"High six." Stan smiled and replied to the gestured.

They both laughed happily, a huge weigh lifted from their chests. Dipper, seeing that everything was apparently fixed, relaxed his stance as his glare faded.

"So... what did you need help with, kid? I'm sure that between my bro and I we should be at least as good as half a paternal figure." Stan chuckled.

Dipper nervously fished the medallion out of his trunks pocket.

"I... thought of gifting her this." He showed them the piece of jewelry. Both Stans quickly crowded around Dipper to have a look at it, so that no one else could see what it was. No one else but them.

"Gnome metallurgy?" Ford asked recognizing the craftsmanship. Dipper nodded. "And what's the stone?"

"It's... a dream about Pacifica the harpies stole from me." Dipper blushed red.

"It's clearly beautiful. And expensive." Stan nodded. "I know what I am talking about. I have lots of neck chain magazines."

"Not expensive, Stanley. This is literally priceless." Ford explained

Both Dipper and Stan raised a confused eyebrow at him. Dipper guessed the gnomes were good at metallurgy but he thought a jeweler could have done it too with the right tools and materials.

"Sure, silver is expensive, and that sapphire is big but..." Stan tried to counter.

"It's not a sapphire. Dipper, rub it." Ford asked.

Dipper held the medallion and rubbed the crystal with his finger. The effect he was afraid that might have been lost after reshaping it, happened. A soft glow lighted their faces and the three of them were amazed by what the medallion was doing. However, only them could see it since they were crowded around it.

"I guess it is serious, huh?" Stan ruffed Dipper's hair. "I'm sure she'll like it, but... maybe you should've used steel instead of silver. You wouldn't want a dent in that flower." Stan added, knowing how weak silver was in comparison with other metals.

"It won't have any dents. This is gnome's silver. They forge it in a secret way that makes the metal harder than steel and lighter than wood." Ford explained, proud of his knowledge. "Dipper could spend the whole day smashing a strongbox with it and eventually the box would break before the medallion had a dent."

"So... You think she will like it?" Dipper asked for confirmation.

"You kidding? Girls like expensive stuff, and by what my nerd brother says, not even she could buy one of these with her fortune. Right?" Stan looked at his brother for confirmation.

"Yes. This item is probably unique in the world. Besides, it has a special emotional value because of the crystal. Only you could set its price." Ford agreed.

Dipper smiled. He already knew the price he was going to ask Pacifica for the medallion. He had known it ever since he had thought about gifting it to her.

"If you still have doubts, you should ask a girl." Stan grabbed Dipper by the shoulders and turned him towards the shore. "You have a crazy twin sister for something, you know?"

"I have to do it without Pacifica noticing." Dipper added, seeing how Mabel and Pacifica were adding more sand to Soos body. The handyman now had four octopus legs and two buffed arms worthy of a body builder.

"We'll take care of that." Stan leaned on the yacht handrail. "Hey Northwest! Wanna learn how to fish or are you afraid of breaking a fingernail!?" Stan mocked Pacifica, beckoning to the yacht.

"You are going to regret that, old man!" Pacifica yelled back from the shore with a challenging glare.

"Now, kid." Stan pushed the boy.

Dipper jumped to the water and began to swim to the shore.

"I wonder what Dipper sees in her. I mean, they are very different." Ford thought aloud.

Dipper had almost reached the shore. The water was up to his knees and he walked the rest of the way. Pacifica had finished her masterpiece in the sand, stood up and walked towards the yacht. She was eager to both learn how to fish and prove Stan wrong. When she walked next to Dipper, he made sure his hand brushed hers. Pacifica noticed the gesture and stopped walking. She turned around and pulled Dipper into a kiss so deep he ended up falling back with her on top of him.

"Probably that." Stan chuckled.

The heiress stood up with a pink blush on her cheeks and cleaned the small trail of saliva hanging from her mouth with the back of her hand. She then ran towards the yacht and left Dipper lying on the shore and displaying a stupid smile.

"Hey dude, check that out." Soos nudged Mabel in the shore, dusting the sand off his body. "Your bother has left the planet." He pointed at Dipper, who wasn't moving at all. Mabel snickered and walked to her brother.

Pacifica reached the yacht and climbed up the ladder. She picked a towel and covered herself to dry up. She then approached Stan and Ford. They had prepared a chair near the handrail and Stan's fishing rod was ready to be launched to the water.

"What have you fished so far, old man?" Pacifica mocked Stan for calling her Northwest.

"Um... This and this." He held out an old boot and a rusty lunchbox.

"That's... junk." Pacifica said plainly.

"Fish don't like my lures, but Poindexter here has an idea." He tapped Ford's shoulder.

"I will apply some of the pheromones from my cologne research to the lure. I'm not sure about it, but it could attract some fish." Ford explained, opening his briefcase and taking a small purple bottle. He added some drops to the lure.

"So... What do I do?" The heiress asked, sitting in the chair. She was eager to fish something, since she had never done that before.

"Just throw the lure as far as you can and hold the fishing rod tightly."

Back in the shore, Dipper had already stood up.

'So much for not making out in front of everyone.' He thought, chuckling at the rule Pacifica had made and just broke. Dipper didn't mind though, as long as she didn't break the rule he had made of not kissing until he gave her the gift. Thinking about the medallion quickly brought him back to reality, and Mabel was right there for it.

"Mabel, I've to talk—"

"Did they fix it?" Mabel interrupted him, still looking warily at the yacht.

"Yes." Dipper smiled.

Mabel tackled his brother into a hug and Dipper, after overcoming his surprise and giggling, he returned the hug and gave her a few affectionate pats.

"Alright, now I have to talk to you about... um..." Dipper hesitated after seeing that Soos was right next to them. He knew by experience that he was a blabbermouth.

"Soos! I need to scratch myself while teaching Northwest here how to fish!" Stan yelled from the yacht as if he had read Dipper's thoughts.

"I have a name!" They heard Pacifica protesting.

"You won't until you fish something." Stan teased the heiress.

"My time... has come." Soos adjusted his handyman cap and went to the motorboat.

"What did you want to talk about?" Mabel parted the hug.

"Not here. Come with me." Dipper grabbed her hand and pulled her deeper into the islet until they were safely hidden behind some trees.

"Oh, bro-bro. What's your girlfriend going to think when she sees you going all sneaky with me?" Mabel teased her brother.

"Probably nothing because we are siblings. Now, about what I tried to talk to you earlier..."

"What's that?" Mabel pulled at his t-shirt's collar. She had seen something through the wet clothes.

"No!" Dipper slapped her hand, taking a step backwards.

"You have that purple! Did someone hit you, Dipper!?" Mabel gasped, having seen it briefly.

"Nobody has hit me. Well, somebody hit me, but it wasn't there." He grimaced, remembering the trouble he had had with clones #3 and #4 the previous day.

"Let me see." Mabel asked, worried about her brother. She thought he was lying to her.

"I... don't think it's a good idea." Dipper was hesitant.

"Dipper, we are twins! No secrets, remember?" She insisted but Dipper didn't give in. "I'm your best friend!" Mabel was still worried about why his brother had bruises on the crook of his neck.

"Fine." Dipper sighed. He knew he was going to regret this. The boy took off his wet t-shirt and Mabel had a look at the bruise.

"Oh, that's not a... Wait a second." Mabel realized suddenly how wrong she had been. "Oh my gosh, Dipper! Those are teeth!" She poked Dipper in the hickey. Dipper winced and tried to get away from Mabel's pokes, but then Mabel saw the rest. "And your back! It's totally scratched up! Have you been attacked by a tiger!?" She gawked stupidly at the eight fingernail marks.

"Promise me you won't laugh." Dipper demanded very seriously, even though he knew she was going to laugh regardless. Mabel nodded, so Dipper sighed and decided to tell her. "It was… Pacifica. She… um… got a little too excited." He flushed red.

Mabel's cheeks puffed out in an attempt to hold her laughter. A snicker escaped her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry, b-bro-bro but that's too good and BWAHAHA!" She burst into laughter.

"Whatever." Dipper put his t-shirt back on. "I wanted to ask you for girl advice."

"If Pacifica did that to your back, I don't think you're doing too badly." Mabel grinned teasingly. "So you two have already…?" She flushed red and did a gesture with her hand, interlacing both her index and middle fingers.

"W-w-what!? I'm not talking about that stuff!" Dipper declined sternly.

"C'mon, Dipper. It's natural stuff." Mabel shrugged.

"Natural stuff you and I won't talk about." He folded his arms over his chest.

"Fine. I guess I can always ask Pacifica." Mabel smiled slyly and turned to leave.

"No, wait! Alright!" Dipper had another feeling he was going to regret that too. "We only kissed because she's not—I mean, we're not ready." Dipper closed his eyes and waited for the imminent mocking giggle from his sister, but nothing happened. Mabel was just there looking at him expectantly. "What?"

"Weren't you going to ask me something?" Mabel raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, right. Do you think Pacifica will like this? I mean… as a boyfriend gift, you know?" Dipper fished the medallion out of his pocket and showed it to Mabel.

Mabel was rendered speechless. She grabbed the medallion in her hands and the crystal began to glow.

"Oh. My. Gosh. This… this isn't cheap jewelry" She sighed in complete relief. Mabel then saw the crystal glowing and recognized it from Dipper's harpy adventure. "Dipper, it's amazing! Just throw it at her face! Pacifica will love this!" Mabel began giving little bounces of excitement.

"I'm throwing this at her face. From what Great Uncle Ford has told me, I could break her nose if I did." Dipper declined the idea, failing to see that Mabel was joking.

"It's big but it's so light! This weights less than an orange! And it's so beautiful..." Mabel praised, completely astounded by the piece of jewelry. "I'm super jealous!"

"So... I take I should give it to her. But… when?" Dipper asked doubtfully.

"Sunset." Mabel replied quickly. "All the water on the lake will be gleaming at sunset. It's the perfect romantic moment."

"I-I'll tell her that I love her." Dipper confessed nervously. He quickly covered his ears to protect them from Mabel's piercing squeal. Dipper was now certain that he had done well dragging his sister this deep inside of the island.

"This makes my work so easy!" Mabel exclaimed happily.

"What work?" Dipper raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Oh, um… my work as matchmaker, of course! It's not like Pacifica had asked me to find out about your gift." She tittered.

"Hadn't she now?" Dipper smiled slyly.

The twins got back to the shore. They saw Pacifica standing up behind the handrail of the yacht and struggling with the fishing rod.

"I felt a small pull. I think a fish has taken the bait. Whoa!" Pacifica yelped as a sudden pull from her fishing rod made her stumble forwards. Stan was quick to react and grabbed her by the shoulders to prevent Pacifica from falling over the handrail into the water.

"It has to be a big one! Pull! Pull as if it were money!" Stan yelled.

"She is rich, Stanley." Ford said matter-of-factly.

"Right. Um... Pull, Northwest! Pull as if you were strangling my niece!"

"My name is Pacifica!" The heiress yelled, pulling angrily at the fishing rod. A huge fish came out from the surface of the water, flew all the way towards Pacifica and struck her right in the face. Pacifica fell backwards with the fish, which was as big as her plush llama, spasming on top of her. Ford pulled from the finishing line, taking the fish off Pacifica, and held it hanging.

"It's huge! The pheromones worked great." Ford admired the piece.

"You okay, Pacifica?" Stan raised her back on her feet and guided her to the chair.

"Ouch." She rubbed her forehead where the fish had struck her. "Did I fish that!?" Pacifica gaped at how big the fish was. Ford nodded and held out the fish for her to have a look. "It's huge!"

"It is. You wanna fish another one, pumpkin?" Stan offered her the fishing rod.

"I think once was enough." Pacifica chuckled, rubbing the red mark the fish had left on her forehead. "But... thank you." She mumbled and give both Stans a hug. The old twins were surprised by the display of affection, but they quickly patted her back.

:: ::

The sun was travelling rapidly across the sky. In a few minutes it would begin to set in the horizon. Both Stans and Soos were at the shore, cooking the fish Pacifica had fished earlier. They had offered her to come with them but the heiress refused to eat anything from that lake, even if she had fished it herself. Dipper was in the flybridge deck leaning on the handrail while staring at the lake. The sun kept falling and the water began to gleam with its orange color. He looked nervously now and then at Pacifica and she noticed. Pacifica knew what was going to happen because Dipper was very obvious. She grabbed Mabel by the wrist and pulled her into the small bar, out of Dipper's earshot.

"Have you seen it?" Pacifica asked eagerly.

"Yes! Oh my gosh, Pacifica! It's beautiful!" Mabel replied dreamily.

"What is it?" The heiress urged, uncertain about what Mabel considered beautiful.

"I can't tell you. I promised Dipper." The brunette smiled sheepishly.

"You promised me first!" Pacifica protested, dumbfounded by her answer.

"I said I would tell you if it was beautiful and it is. But I also saw something else." Mabel smiled mischievously.

"What?" The heiress asked, thinking it had something to do with her gift.

"I saw Dipper's back. So, 'just hugging' you said earlier, huh?" The brunette grinned teasing.

"I-I… that's not… we weren't… because he nibbled my—" Pacifica's eyes bulged out since she had been caught completely off-guard by what Mabel had just discovered.

"Not now, Paz-Paz. Someone wants to talk to you." Mabel giggled and turned Pacifica to look at the small bar's door.

"P-Pacifica, can I t-talk to you out here for a second?" Dipper stammered in nervousness.

"Sure." Pacifica directed one last glare at Mabel, who gave her a thumbs up, and followed Dipper outside. They stood in front of each other next to the handrails. The sun had begun to set on the horizon and the water had an orange sheen.

"I-I j-just um... Wait a second." Dipper sighed deeply to calm himself. He put a hand inside of his pocket, nervously playing with the medallion inside. "There are three words I need to tell you, but... words are just words, Pacifica. They mean nothing without a proof." Dipper began to explain.

"I'm not sure I'm following you." Pacifica smiled sheepishly.

"What I'm trying to say is that there are things you can't obtain even with money. There are gifts you can't accept without giving something in return. Otherwise, the gift slips through your fingers like a melting shard of ice..." Dipper was beating around the bush.

"Dipper, I didn't bring anything for you." Pacifica gave him an apologetic smile.

"I... but you already did. The day you came to the Shack, the day you invited me to the manor, the day we kissed on that pony… I received a gift, and now I have to give you something equally valuable, so that the shard of ice in my hand doesn't melt and slips through my fingers. Close your eyes, Princess."

Pacifica did as told. She felt a small metal chain touching her neck. The heiress raised her hands and pushed her hair so that Dipper could clasp it around her neck. She felt something metallic, something big, on her shoulder as Dipper clasped the chain on the other shoulder. Then Dipper readjusted the medallion to hang over her chest. Pacifica was afraid to open her eyes. It was metallic and it was big. She was certain it was going to be cheap stainless steel. She opened one eye and looked at Dipper. He was smiling broadly. Pacifica opened both eyes and looked at her chest, gasping in amazement.

From her neck in a silver chain was hanging a blossomed rose flower made of silver petals which gleamed in the orange sheen of the setting sun. Pacifica wasn't certain she had ever seen silver so shining or so pure before. It had to be at least sterling silver, but what amazed her most was the heart shaped sapphire that was in the center of the rose.

"Dipper! Oh my gosh, I-I can't accept this! This must have cost you a fortune!" Pacifica felt a little guilty, knowing his economic situation. She had no idea how he had got his hands in such a clearly expensive piece of jewelry. "The sapphire is huge!"

"It's not a sapphire." Dipper corrected her. "Rub it."

Pacifica held the flower in her hand and rubbed the sapphire with her thumb. It began to glow faintly and she saw images in it. Pacifica saw herself laughing happily in her purple dress that day at the Northwest Fest. The heiress suddenly recognized it. It wasn't a sapphire. It was the crystal they had taken from the harpies in their first adventure together. Pacifica was at a loss of words. The medallion was not expensive. It was literally priceless for her. There was only one thing in her mind.

"Pacifica, I—"

"I-I love you." Pacifica blurted out and interrupted Dipper. She noticed Dipper's dumbfounded face and covered her mouth quickly. "Oh my gosh! You wanted to say it first? I'm sorry!"

"See? You also brought a gift for me." Dipper chuckled. "I love you too, Pacifica Northwest."

Dipper approached Pacifica and pushed a loose bang of hair out of her face.

Pacifica felt his hand, always careful and tender with her, brushing her cheek and she knew she would never forget that soft touch, she knew she would never be able to compare it to another touch. His hazel eyes, always warm and fixed on her, struggling to find new ways of pleasing and entertaining her. Pacifica knew she would never deny anything to those eyes.

Dipper leaned closer and felt the smell of lilacs on her hair, and knew he would never forget or compare that smell with any other smell. He drew his hand from her cheek to her neck, feeling her soft, delicate and cool skin, and he knew he would never desire other skin. He gazed into her blue eyes one last time before they were closed and what he had feared happened. He feared an impossible love, yet it happened. Her blue eyes became everything for him.

They embraced and kissed softly, and the world ceased to exist for a moment as they forgot about everything. They forgot that Dipper would have to leave in a couple weeks when the summer was over. They forgot that Pacifica's father would never allow this. They forgot about everything for a moment, but for them it was an eternity. A soft and unnatural breeze teased Pacifica's hair. A breeze she should have recognized since it was the same she felt the day she formulated her wish, but the world had ceased to exist for them. They parted the kiss and then the world started to exist again, but it was very different now.

:: ::

"C'mon, Dipper. Get in the hot tub with us! I have already seen your scratched back!" Mabel urged, wishing for her brother to try out the hot tub water jets.

"Fine. But don't laugh." Dipper warned his sister.

Both Stans were in the main deck talking, Soos was driving the yacht and Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica were in the flybridge deck's hot tub. The sun had set a few minutes ago and they were coming back in the yacht to the docks. Dipper lay in the tub next to Pacifica, in front of Mabel.

"So, tell me love birds. How were the 'love yous'?" Mabel asked, completely curious.

"Perfect." Pacifica sighed happily, toying with the medallion that hung around her neck. "I'm never taking this off."

"And... What are you going to do when you get home?" Mabel waggled her eyebrows.

Dipper flushed and looked expectantly at Pacifica, since she was the dominant one in the relationship.

"I don't know. I might lift the rule regarding my chest." The heiress smiled mischievously.

"Really?" Dipper's eyes bulged out. "Can't this boat go any faster!?"

"It was a joke." She rolled her eyes. "You know I didn't like it."

"Oh. Of course!" Dipper tittered. "I knew that."

"I see you have my brother completely under control." Mabel snickered.

Pacifica ignored the brunette and pressed the jets button. The hot tub began to vibrate and they sunk in it, enjoying the sensation on their backs. Pacifica snuggled closer to Dipper and drew an arm over his chest. Dipper leaned his head closer and pecked her lips.

"I love you." He said, and Pacifica quickly pecked him back.

"Say it again." She smiled.

"I love you." Dipper pecked her lips one more time.

"Again." Pacifica giggled, pecking his lips in return.

After around seven repeats, Mabel moaned.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you're be overdoing it." Mabel rolled her eyes.

Both Dipper and Pacifica looked at her with dumbfounded faces. That didn't sound Mabel-like at all, but Mabel had her reasons. Her first day in Gravity Falls, she had proposed herself to have a summer romance. Now her brother had a summer romance and she was just like at the start. She sighed sadly, but she felt happy for Dipper.

"So, what? We are enjoying each other." Dipper commented plainly.

"Yeah. What are you gonna do about it, huh?" Pacifica directed the brunette a challenging smile.

"Hmm… I'll get between you." Mabel moved in the hot tub and sat in between Dipper and Pacifica. "What now, huh?"

Dipper and Pacifica shared a look and understood each other perfectly. Dipper then smiled and landed a peck on Mabel's cheek.

"That's not going to work bro-bro. I don't mind my brother kissing me at all." She shrugged.

Pacifica pecked Mabel's other cheek.

"Meh, I've been kissed better." The brunette shrugged again.

Pacifica put on her competitive smile, held Mabel still with her hands and kissed her cheek deeply. The brunette giggled and pushed Pacifica away. Mabel quickly moved back to her original spot in the hot tub. She was flushing slightly.

"You liked that?" Dipper asked mildly surprised, recognizing the blush on his sister's cheeks.

"She caught me off-guard! I wasn't expecting that kind of kiss!" Mabel excused herself as her blush deepened.

"Well, I'm not sharing her." Dipper replied playfully, pulling Pacifica closer and throwing an arm over her shoulders.

The heiress flustered crimson red at what Dipper had just insinuated.

Back outside, Stan and Ford were about to get back inside the yacht, but then Stan stopped all of a sudden. They were passing right next to the Gravity Falls prison and he recognized the white hair in one of the cells windows.

"Hey, Gideon!" He yelled from the yacht, waving at him mockingly.

Gideon turned his head, hearing the voice of his archenemy.

"Stanford Pines! I'll get my revenge!" He threatened him with his fist.

Ford, having heard his name, came back out and stood next to his brother behind the handrails.

"Huh? Did somebody call me?"

"There are two of them!?" Gideon shrieked, completely dumbfounded. He thought that his eyes were deceiving him, so he went back inside his cell and lay on his bed, thinking that he was going delirious.

On the yacht, Stan burst into laughter, having achieved the desired effect on his little enemy.

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[Chapter 12: Squeezes]

[Act 3 - Tuesday]

:: ::

Once they arrived at the docks, they said their goodbyes to Soos and everyone got inside Stan's Cadillac. Pacifica sat between the twins in the backseat and both Stans in the front seats. Pacifica was extremely tired, on the verge of falling asleep. It had been a great day, but also a very long day. A sudden chirp from Mabel awoke her from her slumber.

"I found two tacos!" Mabel chirped.

"Really?" Pacifica perked up. The last time she had been in the Cadillac with them, Mabel had also found two tacos and the heiress found it amusing.

"Nope. I just wanted to see if you were asleep." The brunette shrugged.

"I hate you."

"I know." She giggled. "Wanna come tomorrow to have lunch in the Shack? You can show me your dresses sketchbook then."

"I don't really think that—"

Pacifica was interrupted by Dipper squeezing her hand. She gave a look at her boyfriend and noticed he had a pleading look. Then she looked back at Mabel and noticed she had a sad smile. The heiress understood the situation perfectly. She had unintentionally got in between a lifelong sibling relationship. Even though now Dipper would spend more time with her than with Mabel until eventually the twins stopped seeing each other for complete days when the couple's relationship progressed, she knew neither Dipper nor Mabel were ready for that. They had been all their lives together and she couldn't just change that now. Pacifica understood that she would have to share her boyfriend, but she didn't mind. She was sharing him with his sister after all.

"I mean, sure." The heiress shrugged. "We'll be there tomorrow at noon." She agreed, noting mentally to remove all the drawings of Dipper she had on her sketchbook.

Pacifica had really enjoyed that day. She had bonded with Mabel to the point that she didn't see her that annoying anymore, and both Stans had been very nice to her. She sighed happily at the warm feeling inside her. The heiress hadn't felt that sensation of family love in a long time, and it made her feel pleasantly dizzy. Pacifica kept her gaze glued to the front windshield for a while and then her eyes closed and her head fell forwards. The sudden move awoke her, but not for long. Her head fell this time on Mabel's shoulder.

"Wrong shoulder!" Mabel poked Pacifica's cheek with her finger in an attempt to wake her up.

"Mhmm… Dipper…" Pacifica mumbled in her sleep, placing her arm around Mabel's chest and hugging her.

"Watch the hands, sis-sis. Ohh—Ah! That tickles!" Mabel giggled.

Pacifica, more asleep than awake, had begun kissing Mabel's cheek.

"Mabel, rules?" Dipper raised an eyebrow at his sister, more jealous than anything else. "We don't make out with each other's exs."

"But she is not your ex, and I'm not doing anything!" Mabel protested and pushed Pacifica away.

The heiress moaned softly and seized hold of whatever she had at hand, which turned out to be Mabel's chest. The chirpy brunette gasped and grabbed her hands.

"Hands off, sister! I may not have your mounds but I can still feel that!" Mabel guided a very sleepy Pacifica until she was resting on Dipper's shoulder. "There, squeeze him instead. Ew, does she always leave so much saliva after kissing you, Dipper?" She wiped her cheek clean with the sleeve of her sweater.

Dipper chuckled and placed his arm over Pacifica's shoulders to keep her there. The heiress, still sleepy, hugged this new body she had at hand. Her hand moved towards his belly, squeezing it and finding some soft flesh. She then moved her hand upwards and squeezed his chest. This chest turned out to be harder than the chest she the chest she had squeezed a few seconds ago, but she needed to do one last thing to be certain this was her boyfriend. Pacifica buried her face in Dipper's shoulder and inhaled deeply. The scent of pine needles and ink in his hair confirmed her that this was indeed her boyfriend. She sighed happily and fell completely asleep on his shoulder.

"I guess you'll have to carry her to bed." Mabel commented.

"Yeah. She is completely asleep." Dipper replied, stroking Pacifica's hair with his hand.

After a quarter hour the car parked in front of the manor's fence gate. Dipper left the Cadillac and pulled Pacifica outside, taking her in his arms in a bridal carry.

"I should have brought the camera." Mabel smiled warmly. "Here, take her dress. Make sure she doesn't go to sleep in that wet swimsuit, bro-bro. She'll catch a cold." The brunette waggled her eyebrows sultrily.

"I know." Dipper flushed red. He was aware of what Mabel was implying.

Dipper closed the car door with his foot and carried Pacifica, who was drooling by now, into the manor. He walked hurriedly, the muscles in his arms burning at Pacifica's weight, but also carefully not to hit her legs with a doorframe. Once they reached her bedroom, Dipper laid her on bed.

"Now, how do I do this?" Dipper pondered how to deal with her wet swimwear.

The boy poked Pacifica on the shoulder, but she was deeply asleep. The idea of removing her wet swimwear crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded it. Even if it was for a good reason, he was more than certain that Pacifica wouldn't like to find out he had undressed her naked and dressed her up afterwards.

Dipper began pulling drawers open until he found what he had been looking for. Pacifica's famous electric blanket which she apparently never used. The boy plugged it to the wall, turned it on and covered her with it. He then changed clothes in her bathroom and put on some dry t-shirt and shorts. He couldn't stand his wet clothes anymore. Dipper then walked towards the door. He wasn't sleepy at all, and he had the intention of reading his recently acquired Journal for a few more hours in the living room. However, when he was about to leave, he heard something that made him think back.

"Dipper..." Pacifica mumbled in her sleep. Her face was screwed up while she groped the bed, searching for him.

Dipper smiled warmly and went to her desk. He opened a few drawers and found a portable reading light. He then got in bed and lay beside her. Pacifica, her hands suddenly finding him, she snuggled closer until her head rested on his chest. She then sighed happily and went back to sleep.

The boy grabbed a good lock of blond hair and covered Pacifica's eyes with it, chuckling at his own creativity. He then opened the Journal on his chest and turned on the portable light. Dipper began reading the book from the start, going page by page and checking a small note at the same time. In the note he had the words 'fate', 'destiny' and 'Bill' in all the possible ciphers he knew. Dipper read every page slowly, checking the paper now and then until he found a page with the drawing of the human brain and all its sections labeled. Bill was coming out of the area labeled as 'hopes'. Dipper smiled grimly, thinking that was very accurate. He then noticed some text that had been underlined multiple times. Dipper copied it in the note and deciphered it.

"This is my mind. I am the owner of my mind. You are nothing, not even a guest here." Dipper read aloud the ciphered text.

Dipper began clicking his pen quickly while pondering what that might mean. Pacifica was awakened from a most pleasurable dream by the incessant sound of clicking. She growled, snatched the pen from Dipper's hands and threw it away.

"Sorry." Dipper apologized, realizing he had woken her up Pacifica. Mabel had already warned him several times about his habits of clicking his pen in an annoying way.

"What time is it?" Pacifica asked drowsily, rubbing her eyes.

"It's… Oh. It's eleven. I've been reading this for three hours!" Dipper was surprised at how fast time went.

"Mhmm." Pacifica ignored him and wrapped her arms around his chest to snuggle closer. She then felt something weird. Her chest was warm because Dipper's chest was warm, but her back was also warm. She looked over her shoulder and noticed the electric blanket. "Why did you cover me with the electric blanket?"

"Oh, that." Dipper scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Your swimsuit was still a little wet from the hot tub and I didn't want you to sleep in it, but I couldn't remove it so I thought…"

"Right." Pacifica flustered at the idea of Dipper stripping her naked. "Well um... Thank you. I'm still a little cold, though."

Dipper left the Journal on the nightstand and pulled Pacifica into a hug, rubbing her hands in his own to heat her up. The heiress smiled and raised her head to stare at Dipper in the eyes. She leaned a little closer and kissed him softly at first but, as she prompted herself up, she began adding pressure to his lips. Dipper wrapped his arms around her back and pressed her closer to him. Her swimsuit was still wet, and he could feel the curves of her body pressed against his. Pacifica parted from the kiss, panting for air.

"Let me just..." She began to say but couldn't hold herself and kissed him again. Dipper traced his hands along her back down to her sides. The fabric was cold.

"Wait. I'll be right back." Pacifica finally controlled herself and parted from Dipper. She got up from bed, grabbed the first two pieces of clothing she found in a drawer, and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Dipper quickly sat up and turned on the lights. He wasn't sure what they were going to do, but he wanted to have a good look this time. The previous night it had been so dark he had barely appreciated his girlfriend. A minute later Pacifica appeared on the doorframe wearing a silk short sleeved midriff-baring purple t-shirt and white shorts. Dipper flustered terribly.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" He grinned.

"Maybe. Refresh my memory." Pacifica giggled, ran to the bed and pounced on Dipper.

"Ow! Princess!" Dipper grunted raised her from his waist. "Careful where you sit yourself."

"Sorry." Pacifica flushed crimson red and straddled his thighs. Between them it stood Dipper's tent in his shorts. "Um… did it hurt?"

"No, but…" He flushed crimson red too. "I thought you didn't want to… you know."

"Well, I uh…"

Pacifica found herself at a crossroads. On one hand, she was a prideful girl that wanted to explore her sexual life on her own first before sharing it with someone else. She was also mildly scared at Dipper's erection due to all the taboo surrounding it. On the other hand, the micro orgasm she had the previous night had rendered her startled at the sensation, but also absolutely curious. She had never felt anything like that before, and she would like to maybe do it again.

The heiress doubtfully moved her hand towards Dipper's tent but stopped halfway through. She had noticed Dipper's eyes bulged out more the closer her hand got to his erection, and she couldn't help but giggle. Pacifica pulled her hand back and shook her head.

"Sorry Dipper, but I don't feel like doing this yet." She gave him a lopsided smile.

"Alright then." Dipper smiled. "Close your eyes."

Pacifica closed her eyes and Dipper bent his knees, making her kneel over his belly. Dipper pushed his erection in between his thighs and trapped it there, keeping his knees bent and his feet flat on bed. Pacifica opened her eyes and stared curiously at their position. She straddled his lower belly and leaned back comfortably against his thighs.

"This is actually a pretty good Dipper chair." She smirked.

"You have to pay me to sit on it." Dipper smiled playfully. "C'mere."

Pacifica giggled and leaned forward. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him fiercely, the way she knew he liked. Dipper moaned softly at the aggressive kiss and wrapped his arms around her lower back, caressing the exposed skin. Pacifica opened her mouth to intensify the experience and Dipper reciprocated her actions, their tongues struggling for dominance as the heiress' hands went from cupping his cheeks to tug at his t-shirt. She parted the heated French kiss with no clear winner yet and pulled Dipper's t-shirt over his head, smiling mischievously at all of the revealed skin.

Her hands went directly to his chest, her thumbs rubbing his nipples as her mouth went back to meet his. Dipper held her face in his hands, and this time he delivered the kiss, softly and tenderly, the way he knew she liked. He parted the gentle kiss and knocked on her lower lip with his tongue, asking for permission to get in and also challenging his friend. Pacifica smirked and pushed her tongue out, making both muscles to entangle and fight for dominance once more.

Dipper's hands explored her back under the t-shirt and pressed her closer. Just as he had expected, there wasn't a strap of cloth on her back, but this time he didn't make the same mistake. He only kept his hands on her back and marveled at the fact that Pacifica's breasts were bare under the t-shirt. At the same time, Pacifica's hands went from squeezing Dipper's chest to his hair and pulled softly at his chocolate locks, pressing her chest against his and shuddering at the physical contact.

Dipper gave up the tongue fight and allowed her to invade his mouth. In the meantime, his hands grew bored of her back and moved down her body. He rested them on her thighs and squeezed them, causing Pacifica to moan softly. He then drew them up her thighs and he was about to seize a good hold of her butt, but Dipper remembered how she had mentioned last night he had left her backside rather sore, so he hesitated.

"What's wrong?" She parted the kiss and smiled at him. She had noticed how his hands had stopped.

"Nothing." He pecked her lips and kissed her. "I love you." Dipper skipped her butt and rested his hands on her sides.

"C'mon, Dipper. Do you really think I didn't know where your hands were going?" She smiled slyly. "I already told you. Don't be too rough and you can squeeze it until your palm goes sore."

"I um… It wasn't that." He lied and flushed crimson red. "C'mere." Dipper pulled Pacifica's hands over his head and moved his mouth to her neck.

Pacifica gasped, giggling as she began to feel his soft sucks and nibbles on her neck. Her giggles turned into moans quickly as she felt the same sensation of the previous night: A pleasant tingling in her groin that made her hips move on her own in a half conscious desire and rub the base of her crotch against Dipper's belly to increase her pleasure.

Thinking now it wouldn't look like he was lying earlier, Dipper traced his hands down her back and slid them into her shorts to seize a good hold of her butt through her panties. Dipper, however, didn't find any panties inside her shorts.

"Oh my gosh, Pacifica!" Dipper quickly pulled his hands out of her shorts.

"You Dork!" She flustered terribly and sat up. "Squeeze through the shorts! Don't get your hands inside them!"

"Why don't you ever wear any underwear!?" Dipper was absolutely amused at how many private parts he was getting to grab and touch despite their rules.

"I was in a hurry to put on something dry earlier!" She pointed at the drawers from where she had picked up her clothes.

"Right." Dipper breathed with difficulty. A great deal of his blood was distributed between his face and his groin at the moment, and it was becoming difficult to think like that. "I think we should stop for now. Your… butt was too much for my hands." He explained clumsily.

Pacifica gasped and glared at him.

"I'm not calling you fat!" Dipper quickly clarified. "You know what I meant! Rules, remember?"

"Rules? Oh."

Pacifica's eyes widened. She remembered that, where her rules forbid Dipper to touch any part of her body she wasn't comfortable with, Dipper's rules where so that he didn't feel too uncomfortable inside his pants.

"So… your Big Dipper is…" Pacifica flustered terribly.

"Yeah, it's begging me to grab your butt again." Dipper joked.

"Okay. Let's rest for a while." The heiress sat back against Dipper's bent knees, resting her back against his thighs as if he were a chair. She poked Dipper playfully in his exposed belly, giggling as he quivered at her touch.

"Stop that." He poked her in return, making her quiver and giggle louder.

Dipper was completely entranced by how her chest rose and dropped every time Pacifica laughed. He decided ask a doubt he had been pondering about since last night.

"So… Princess, I've been meaning to ask you since yesterday…" Dipper rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "You like squeezing my chest and belly, right?"

"Sure. Your chest is pretty nice, but we will have to work out here a little." She rubbed his belly." It's too soft."

"Well… I also enjoy touching your belly…" Dipper rested his hand on her belly to prove his point. "…and I can understand that you didn't enjoy it last time I touched your chest but it was dark and I-think-I-can-do-better-now." He babbled the last part, flushing crimson red.

"The twins are out of bounds. You know that." Pacifica quickly removed her hands from Dipper's belly and stared at him suspiciously. "Why are you so interested in them?"

"Oh, um… boy stuff I guess." Dipper shrugged. "What about only seeing them?" He attempted to raise her top a little.

"I don't know…" Pacifica rested her hands on Dipper's and stopped him.

"I won't touch them, I promise. Just a peek." Dipper insisted and added some more pressure to his hands.

"Dipper, I said no!" She slapped his hand away.

Dipper was startled at the sudden reaction. He slumped back on the bed and sighed in complete disappointment.

"I don't understand why, but fine." He crossed his arms.

Dipper didn't understand why Pacifica was so protective of her chest. He didn't understand that, what Pacifica saw in her chest was two mounds of flesh that no other girl her age had and she didn't want Dipper to think she was weird. Pacifica didn't understand that, in a few years, she would be the envy of every teenage girl her age and some even older because of her hourglass developed figure. But that would be in a few years. Right now, the heiress didn't understand why she had to wear a bra where no other girl her age had to, that made self-conscious about her chest, and she added a little more guilt when she saw Dipper slumping back on bed in disappointment.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled sadly. "I can't."

"Oh. I-I didn't mean that!" Dipper quickly fixed his behavior. He had never intended for Pacifica to feel sad because of his curiosity. He pulled her to lie beside her on bed, and stroked her belly tenderly. "You know which one is my favorite part, and I'm the happiest with it."

Pacifica giggled and quivered at how he tickled her belly, and grabbed his hands to stop him. She hugged him and sighed happily, relaxing after the short yet intense make out session.

"Dipper…" Pacifica murmured after a while. "Remember what I promised you last night?"

"Yes." Dipper lowered his gaze. Her promise to talk about her parents hadn't left his mind in all day.

"I don't think they'll… agree. I mean, if you were rich…" She quieted down.

"But I am not." He interrupted her.

"I know." She sighed. "Is there maybe something in your Journal to make your rich?"

"Hundreds of things." Dipper chuckled. "If you gave me an ounce of gold, I could turn it into unlimited gold using only a flashlight, for example."

"Really?" Pacifica's eyes widened as saucers. "Why don't you do that then?"

"Because it's dangerous." Dipper screwed up his face. "People would begin asking questions about where I found so much gold, and some might think of magic. I don't want another Li'l Gideon." Dipper shook his head. Everything Pacifica was going to suggest, he had pondered about it already. "The Journal can't make me rich, and I don't want to be rich anyway. Do you think this would've worked out if I were rich?"

"Hmm… It would've been harder for me to get your attention, but I guess so." She gave him a lopsided smile.

"Really? I don't think you would've noticed me at all if I were rich." He gave her a quick peck, happy that hadn't been the case.

"Maybe. In truth I wouldn't have noticed you at all if it weren't for Mabel." Pacifica giggled, but then she remembered what she had learned from the brunette the previous afternoon, and she sighed sadly. "Even if we either manage to make my parents agree or we keep this a secret, what will we do when you leave in September?"

"I… I don't know. It's five hundred miles what separate us. We could call each other every day and I'd try to come back for every holiday…" Dipper tried to cheer her but he wasn't so sure about it himself. It was, as he had deemed it from the start, a difficult and almost impossible love. "Will you wait for me?"

"Of course I'll wait for you. Even if it takes you ten years. I love you after all." She reassured him by hugging his chest more tightly. Pacifica knew she would never love anybody else that much. She knew the wait would be worth it, no matter how long.

"I love you too." He returned the tight embrace.

They had less than three weeks left together and then, if he was lucky, he could come back for Christmas. Dipper thought they couldn't waste any second, and he reached a conclusion.

"I'll talk to your father when he is back."

"What? No!" Pacifica's eyes bulged out. "He'll never agree! He'll send me to a boarding school for the holidays and we won't see each other again!"

"That's not going to happen, Princess." Dipper smiled warmly. "Remember what you asked me in the bathtub yesterday? If we were bound by destiny and would be together forever?"

"You never found out if it was true. The Journal had no information about destiny." She parted from the embrace and propped up herself on her elbow.

"I don't need that book to tell me what I already know. My heart tells me this." He grabbed the medallion hanging around her neck and rubbed it until it glowed. "What do you see?"

"I see myself. But there is something more, right?" She asked with a smile, knowing Dipper wasn't referring to that.

"Yes." Dipper smiled faintly at her choice of words. He hadn't found out yet what 'something more' both Bill and the soothsayer talked about in their warnings was. "Do you know why you asked for my help that day in the Northwest Fest?"

"Of course I do." She rolled her eyes. "You were the only one in town who knew about paranormal stuff."

"I was the only one who knew because I found the Journal. Not that one, I meant Journal #3. I found it by chance in the woods my first day in Gravity Falls. I thought it was chance, but it wasn't. It was fate because it had been my Great Uncle who wrote it and the book has saved me countless times ever since. Thanks to it, you invited me to that Fest and we were bound by fate that day. But it isn't the Journal what binds us together, since it didn't help in the end to break the curse of your family. It was you. You broke the curse yourself because you are different."

"And because you cheered me up." Pacifica added.

"That too. But you broke it yourself, because it was your destiny. Then, two weeks later you came to the Shack and we had our adventure with the harpy and its crystal. I was sad because Wendy had turned me down and Mabel and I were going through a bad time at the moment, but you cheered me up and I fell in love with you. And we got this from that adventure." He rubbed the crystal and made it glow again. "This is why we are bound by destiny and why we will always be together, Princess. What do you see now?"

Pacifica stared at the crystal and saw herself laughing heartily after Dipper bumped accidentally into one of the garden pillars. She could only see herself, since the images were from Dipper's perspective, but she knew it wasn't only herself.

"I see us." She answered.

"Yes. I'll talk to your father when he's back from wherever he has gone. I'll ask him permission to date you." Dipper concluded

"And I'll be with you when you do it. We'll face the situation together." Pacifica reassured. "Although… it's a little late to ask him permission to date me, don't you think?" She smiled playfully.

"Why?" Dipper asked, oblivious.

"We have been sleeping together for four nights in a row. I mean, you have touched more than enough skin with our... 'accidents'." She giggled and flushed red.

"I think I won't mention that when I talk to him." Dipper flustered.

"Good idea. Now…" She pushed Dipper to lie on his back. "Don't move. I wanna enjoy you."

Dipper flushed red as a silly smile crept over his face. Pacifica climbed on top of him, intertwined her legs with his and finally pressed her body against his. She then cupped Dipper's face and kissed him zealously. Dipper however had been taken completely by surprise and he hadn't breathed in before the kiss. He trashed with his arms until

Pacifica broke the kiss and giggled at how he panted for air. She held him in place and rubbed her nose against his. She then pressed her cheek against his and rubbed it. Pacifica raised her head, kissed his nose, and then continued the cheek rubbing, but on the other cheek.

"What are you doing?" Dipper giggled and cupper her face to stop her. She wasn't kissing him; she was just rubbing her face against his.

"I love you." Pacifica whispered sincerely and landed a quick peck on his lips.

Dipper grinned and realized they had been displays of affection. He let go of her face and allowed her to continue, moving his hands to her back and caressing it slowly. Pacifica traced a kissing line all over his face while running her fingers through his mess of hair, beginning her kisses on his chin and going to his left ear, then over his nose to the right ear, and finally over his temple to his forehead. The heiress then, very carefully, lifted his bangs and had a look at his birthmark before giving it a kiss.

"Why do you hide it?" She asked.

"My birthmark?"

Pacifica nodded and lifted his bangs again to stare at it.

"I don't know." Dipper shrugged. "I guess I started hiding it after people began making fun of it."

"I like it. It's so… special…" Pacifica finally lowered his bangs and stared into his eyes with a grin.

"You really like it?" Dipper was incredulous.

"Yeah." She snickered. "What are the odds of having a birthmark shaped exactly like a constellation? It's very special!"

"If you like it," Dipper smiled. "then I won't hide it from you." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

Pacifica dived into his lips and gave them a playful lick. Dipper giggled at the ticklish feeling and ran his hands up and down Pacifica's back. One moved up to the back of her head and pulled her closer, and the other moved down to her shorts. Pacifica gasped at the sudden squeeze of her butt, this time through the shorts, and she gave Dipper a mischievous look. She bit down on his lower lip and pulled at it gently. Dipper's eyes bulged out at the strong sensation and he rolled over with Pacifica.

Dipper placed himself on top and began tracing a line of small kisses around her lips, teasing her by never kissing the lips themselves. Pacifica rubbed his sides, eager for the kiss, and Dipper pressed himself against her a little more, earning a soft moan from the heiress at the increase of physical contact. Dipper scooted upwards to continue his teasing by kissing her nose, but he gave a shuddering sigh halfway there. He had just rubbed his erection against Pacifica through the shorts, and the sensation had threatened to overwhelm him. The boy scooted down to kiss her chin, and back up again, moaning softly this time. Even though the touch wasn't direct, there were two layers of fabric in between his penis and her belly, the pleasure he was achieving was way bigger than anything he had achieved on his own in the privacy of the bathroom ever before. Dipper wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulled Pacifica closer to increase the friction, and rubbed himself against her, moaning at every movement.

"Dipper…" Pacifica protested, rather weirded out. "It's poking me…"

Where Dipper was seeing fireworks at that friction, all Pacifica felt was a poking and rubbing on her belly from something she wasn't still sure whether she wanted to touch it or not. She felt discomfort.

"Oh." It took Dipper a great effort, but he stopped. "I um… just a second."

Pacifica saw him slide a hand in between their bodies. She flustered immediately and raised her eyes to the ceiling. Dipper fumbled a little inside his shorts, and then pulled his hand out.

"Done." He let her know.

The heiress looked down at his groin and, even though the tent was still there, it was clearly smaller. She guessed Dipper had tucked his penis into the waistband of his underwear. The boy smiled awkwardly at her, and reached to cup her cheek and kiss her, but Pacifica quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Don't touch me with the hand you used to touch… that." Pacifica flustered and broke eye contact.

"I-I readjusted it through the boxers!" Dipper flushed crimson red. Pacifica looked at him with a raised eyebrow, not convinced, and Dipper rolled his eyes and wiped his hand a few times on the bed sheets. "Happy now?"

"Yes. Kiss me, Dork."

Dipper had another idea in mind. He grabbed both of Pacifica's hands in his, intertwined their fingers, and pinned them to the bed above her head. He then leaned over her face and stuck his tongue out to tease her lips. Pacifica opened her mouth, ready to allow him inside, but Dipper didn't push his tongue inside. He waited. Pacifica then tried to push herself up and engulf his tongue, but he had her pinned to the bed. She was confused for a few seconds, until realization struck her and a grin appeared on her face as she understood what Dipper wanted. The heiress stuck out and gave a playful lick to Dipper's tongue. The boy then smiled, content that she had caught his drift, and began the tongue play outside their mouths.

The activity, while entertaining and exciting, it wasn't enough for Pacifica's competitiveness which was demanding her to win the struggle and board his mouth. Dipper however had her pinned to the bed; he was in control, but he decided to humor her nonetheless. The boy suddenly engulfed her tongue and sucked at it, rapidly lapping the tip of it with his own tongue and driving Pacifica over the edge. Her eyes widened and rolled back in her head as Pacifica gave a moan and Dipper felt her clenching his hands. He stopped the overstimulation of her tongue and parted the kiss.

"Ah… ah… uff!" Pacifica panted excitedly, her face completely flushed red. "W-we need to do that every single day."

Dipper chuckled, happy she had enjoyed his idea, and then he traced a kissing line to her neck in an attempt to give her more pleasure. Even though she had ruined his previous attempt to pleasure himself, he would still like to give her some sexual pleasure. Pacifica smiled when Dipper kissed her chin, she gasped when Dipper gave a playful lick to her neck, and she moaned when he focused his vampiric attacks on her collarbone.

"Wait." She released her hands from his pinning with a few tugs, and cupped Dipper's face.

"I don't mind, really." Dipper guessed why she had stopped him. "I love you."

"Well, I do." Pacifica pulled him back to her eye-level and gave him a small smile. "It's not fair. Besides, the twins are out of bounds. I know you were going there too." She gave him a knowing look, and Dipper flushed. "Let's kiss just on the face."

Free of the grip of his hands, Pacifica's hands traveled all over his bare back while Dipper landed some soft kisses on her lips, and brushed softly the fingernail marks she had made yesterday night. Pacifica felt Dipper quiver slightly when she touched the scars, so she stopped and moved her hands down his back instead. Displaying a smile full of malice due to what had happened earlier, Pacifica slid her hands into Dipper's shorts and boxers and grabbed a good hold of Dipper's butt, giving it a squeeze. Dipper yelped and parted the kissing.

"Wow." Pacifica stared at him very impressed, and gave him a harder squeeze.

"Ah! Princess!" Dipper wiggled out of her grasp and lay on the bed beside her. "Why did you do that!?"

"Revenge." She smirked.

"I told you what I did earlier was an accident! I didn't know you weren't wearing any panties!" Dipper rubbed his sore butt awkwardly. "And I'm wearing boxers under the shorts!"

"I noticed that, but it wouldn't be a proper revenge if I didn't do you the same. Nice butt, by the way. Firm and soft. I'd actually like to grab it again." Pacifica giggled and Dipper flushed crimson red.

"You are the worst." Dipper pulled at her hand and made her roll to face him, earning a yelp of surprise and another giggle. They were now on lying on their sides and facing each other.

"Dipper, I don't feel like making out anymore." Pacifica gave him an apologetic smile. Sleepiness had begun to attack her again.

"That wasn't my intention at all, Princess."

Dipper wrapped his arms around Pacifica and kissed her forehead very softly. The heiress understood the situation. He was sleepy too, but he wouldn't go to sleep without cuddling her first. Pacifica smiled warmly and snuggled into Dipper's embrace, hugging his chest and resting her head on his arm. Dipper rolled onto his back and pulled at Pacifica's arm, unspokenly asking her to move. She understood and rested her head on the left side of his chest now, relaxing completely after hearing the small thumps of his beating heart. She pressed her side against Dipper's side and closed her eyes, ready to go to sleep like a log. Dipper was about to extend his hand and turn off the lights when he suddenly realized something. He pictured Pacifica's body in his mind using only his touch sense, and knew perfectly well what she was pressing against his side. He thought third time was the charm and decided to give his curiosity one last try.

"So... um... remember earlier when we talked about your chest?" He began to say uneasily.

"Yeah. Why?" Pacifica opened her eyes and frowned. She thought the matter had been settled already.

"Nothing. I just don't see the difference between touching it with my hands and you pressing it against my side." Dipper tittered, unsure of how Pacifica would take his point.

"Seriously?" Pacifica was slightly amused. "You are not going to let this go until you touch it again, are you?"

"Maybe." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Ugh. Fine." She parted the embrace and sat up next to him.

Dipper sat up immediately and reached with both hands eagerly to grab her breasts, but Pacifica slapped them away.

"Hey! No! Give me one hand and cover your eyes with the other." She demanded, still self-conscious about her chest.

"Why? What's the point of allowing me to touch it without seeing it?"

"My body, my rules. Take it or leave it." Pacifica shrugged.

"Alright." He covered his eyes.

Dipper felt how Pacifica drew his hand under her t-shirt and he gulped. He hadn't expected to touch them under the t-shirt. Pacifica guided his hand and he groped blindly the area of her chest. He found a soft flesh mound with a bud in the center of it. The skin was warm, in contrast with how usually cold her skin was, and the area surrounding the bud was way, way pleasantly softer than he had expected. He squeezed her breast, finding the action absolutely relaxing, and felt her nipple hardening against his hand. Dipper then rubbed the nipple with his thumb, and Pacifica quivered in response. The heiress considered he had had enough and pulled his hand out of her t-shirt.

"How did it feel?" Pacifica asked, rubbing her chest awkwardly through the t-shirt.

"Warm... Soft... Amazing." He displayed a silly grin. "What about you?"

"Weird... Odd... Kinda uncomfortable." Pacifica gave him a lopsided smile. "I'm not sure I liked it."

"Alright then. That's all I needed to hear." Dipper reassured and stroked her arm to thank her. "I won't insist again about it."

"Lie down. I'm hugging you tonight." Pacifica smiled and turned off the lights.

Dipper lay on his side with her back at Pacifica, just like she had instructed. He heard her doing something behind him in the dark, and then she lay down and hugged him. Dipper felt how her arm slid over his side, how she snuggled closer and pressed her body against his back, and then he gasped and his eyes widened as saucers. Against his bare back, there were pressed two bare mounds of soft flesh, and a little above them he felt the rolled up nightshirt. Dipper grinned since his back felt amazing, and Pacifica smiled too since her breasts weren't feeling uncomfortable at all. He grabbed one of Pacifica's hands and squeezed them to show his affection, and then he sighed happily to fall asleep. Pacifica kissed his shoulder and buried her face in his chocolate locks first, and then she fell asleep as well.

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[Chapter 13: From Dreams to Nightmares]

[Finale - Wednesday Before Dawn]

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They finally made it to Dipper's former shared attic bedroom. Pacifica wanted to take their kissing to his old bed, but Dipper was hesitating since the Shack's bedroom was not a private place at all, no matter how empty the building was at the moment. The heiress sensed his hesitation and bit him down on his lower lip, knowing how that always accelerated him.

Dipper moaned softly and pushed her to the bed.

They continued kissing and began to roll, fighting for the top position. Dipper's old bed had become small for them in the last few years, but they grew used to it, knowing how far they could roll without falling off the bed. Every time Pacifica cornered Dipper, he tickled her belly making her giggle and getting her off him. Every time Dipper cornered Pacifica, she playfully nudged and pushed him off.

Dipper managed to corner Pacifica, grabbing both of her hands in one of his and pinning them on her belly as he began to lower her leggings. Pacifica squealed and prompted herself up to give a lick from his chin to the tip of his nose, distracting him long enough for her to break her hands free. Then, she punched him in the belly playfully, making Dipper grunt and roll onto his back with a chuckle. She however removed her leggings, thinking he had earned it, and dropped them on the bed before and pouncing on top of him and smothering entire face in kisses, starting on his sharp chin and ending on his birthmark, all while unbuttoning his red flannel shirt with her hands.

Dipper was enjoying the caresses, but he really wanted to lead the pace this time. He made use of his secret weapon and nibbled her earlobe. Pacifica gave a shuddering sigh and collapsed on top of him, completely devoid of strength or will to fight for topping. Dipper seized the opportunity and rolled with her, placing himself on top.

Pacifica thought he had cheated, since Dipper knew all her special buttons. She considered biting that special spot on the crook of his shoulder in revenge, but she quickly discarded the idea. Last time the heiress had done that, Dipper became so vigorous that her panties were ripped off and they did it wildly without removing any further clothing. Dipper certainly earned the top position that time, granting Pacifica a sore throat from all the moaning. She didn't mind when 'Wild Dipper' made an appearance and ravaged her once in a while, but she would like being able to sit down comfortably tomorrow, so she wanted his tender and gentle boyfriend this time.

The heiress grabbed Dipper's hand and kissed the palm. Dipper knew that meant 'You win, Dork. Make me feel good now.' and he smiled and lay beside Pacifica. He traced her sides through her dress a few times, and then reached under her skirt. Pacifica gasped and arched her back when she felt his touch. A touch so pleasurable she had never managed to achieve on her own, no matter how hard she tried every time she had to leave on a trip with her parents for a long time and couldn't see her boyfriend, but she didn't have to worry about not achieving a successful masturbation. She had a boyfriend to give her all the knee-wobbling orgasms she wanted.

Pacifica stopped his hand and fixed her eyes on his. She had hoped for a bigger fish. Dipper understood it immediately and reached for the nightstand, taking a square wrapper from the drawer. Pacifica smiled, recognizing the latex ticket to their pleasure. She giggled and tugged at Dipper's jeans to lower them as she licked her lips. She decided he wouldn't need the condom for now; she wanted to give it a taste first.

They couldn't continue. Dipper and Pacifica heard the Shack's main door banging open, and the familiar sound of loud footsteps coming upstairs. Dipper quickly hid the wrapper in his pocket and put on his shirt while Pacifica lowered her dress skirt, hid her leggings under the bed and cursed certain twin sister. They both sat on the edge of the bed, their faces crimson red.

A second later a very cheerful Mabel burst into the attic bedroom with a sketchbook in her hands. Firstly, she shoved it into Dipper's face, demanding him to have a look. Pacifica stared curiously at both twins and smiled. Over the years, Dipper had become slightly taller than her, but Mabel had become even taller, rivaling with Wendy's height. Pacifica didn't mind as long as she could easily kiss Dipper, and their height difference had its advantages in their lovemaking, but she knew her boyfriend was absolutely jealous at how his twin was slightly taller than him. Pacifica was a little jealous too at first, but Mabel was still rather flat whereas Pacifica had the best breasts of all teens her age and even some older, much to her pride and Dipper's joy, and she used that to boost her self-esteem every time Mabel called her short, even though technically she was average.

Once Dipper gave her an opinion, Mabel shoved the sketch book into Pacifica's face. The heiress pushed it away a little to have a better look. She remembered perfectly what it was about. Summerween was approaching and Mabel wanted the three of them to have matching costumes. She saw a drawing of Dipper as a chest-bared werewolf, one of herself as some kind of latex cat-woman and, most amusingly, Mabel as an animal tamer. The heiress chuckled and declined the idea quickly, saying that she wouldn't mind seeing her boyfriend with so few clothes, but if she was going to wear something so tight, it would be for a private session only. Mabel giggled and elbowed Dipper, who flushed red and looked aside in embarrassment.

Everything burned in blue flames.

Pacifica walked through the empty sandy beach while holding Dipper's hand. They had decided to leave the white horse behind, since what they were going to do needed no witnesses. She stopped and threw her arms around Dipper's neck, kissing him while standing. He was taller than her now, to the point that she had to stand on her toes to kiss him, but it wasn't uncomfortable. What annoyed her was the stubble on his chin. He had forgotten to shave that morning, and it caused her a prickling sensation on the skin when she kissed him, but that didn't stop her from pressing her lips against his. Dipper had finally made it. She stopped kissing him and had a look at her hand.

There was a ring on her finger now.

The heiress smiled happily and hugged him again. The ring wasn't expensive or luxurious, but she didn't mind. She had something priceless between her arms right now, and it wasn't her boyfriend anymore. It was her fiancé.

Everything burned in blue flames.

Pacifica saw the Dipper she knew, her same height, her same age, with round cheeks, in the backseat of a limousine with his gaze lowered and a sad face. He stepped out of the limousine and walked to the Shack while mumbling something. All Pacifica heard was 'Now I'll never know what something more is' and Dipper began to weep. A very cheerful Mabel walked out of the Shack and asked Dipper about Pacifica, but Dipper shook his head and Mabel's cheerfulness disappeared. She rushed to her brother and hugged him, but that didn't ease his pain.

Pacifica began to realize what was happening. The limousine, Dipper weeping, Mabel sad…

She tried to do something, to tell them she was there, but she could neither move nor speak, because she wasn't there.

Pacifica realized it was a dream. She hoped it was a dream. But she was wrong.

It was a nightmare.

Wake up!

Instead of burning into blue flames, the scene faded into a different one at a painfully slow speed.

Pacifica was sat on the couch. She didn't feel like standing up. She didn't feel like moving at all. Her father was staring at the fireplace with his back at her and her mother was arguing with him.

"Look at her, Preston! This is your fault!" Priscilla yelled at her husband.

"What was I supposed to do!? That kid is a low-class. I had to choose the lesser evil." Preston snapped back. "They will not see each other again."

Wake up!

"Tick-Tack, Llama." A crazy cackle was heard in her dream.

It's a nightmare! Wake up now!

Pacifica recognized it as her own voice yelling at her to wake up. The scene wasn't burning. Nothing burned with blue flames this time. That could mean only one thing.

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Pacifica woke up screaming.

Dipper quickly sat up on the bed, turning on the lights and looking at Pacifica to see what happened. Her face was contorted by extreme distress and she was looking left and right, completely frightened.

"What happened? Pacifica!" He seized her by the shoulders, snapping her from her scare.

"I-I-I… It was the best d-dream in the world and it turned into the worst n-nightmare…" She stammered, her body shaking in fear.

Dipper pulled her into a hug and rocked her in his arms. The boy pulled her nightshirt down and covered her breasts, thinking now wasn't the best moment to address she had forgotten to lower her shirt before beginning to scream and her breasts were naked from hugging his back earlier.

"Was it… Bill?" He asked warily.

"I… didn't see him… Dipper… I… I lost you in my dream." Pacifica wrapped her still shaking arms around his body, embracing him tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, Princess." He hugged her back lay with her in bed. "Go back to sleep. Everything is alright." Dipper said in a calming tone.

"It felt so real… I knew things I couldn't know in my dream…" Pacifica was still trembling.

"It was just a dream, Pacifica. Don't worry about it." Dipper began stroking her hair to calm her.

"Dreams are very powerful, Dipper. Some people claim they can shape reality." Pacifica mumbled, still scared at her nightmare.

"People claim a lot of things. The problem is that most of the times it's just nonsense. Try to sleep again. You'll see how nothing happens." He reassured her, pecking her forehead.

"How do you know?" Pacifica asked, parting the hug and looking at him for the first time. Dipper noticed that her eyes were moist, on the verge of tears.

"Because I love you." Dipper smiled to calm her.

"Prove it." Pacifica asked, still distressed.

"Pacifica?" Dipper asked, unsure of what she was asking.

Pacifica bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure she wanted that. She wasn't sure she was ready. Dipper's confused and worried look didn't help at all, but she had a strange feeling that told her this would be her last chance with Dipper and she wanted to feel loved.

"Love me, Dipper." She pleaded. Pacifica took his hand and placed it on her lower belly, closing her eyes and waiting to feel like she had felt in her dream.

"No." Dipper retrieved his hand from her belly. "You are overreacting, Pacifica. I can't believe you want to do this all of the sudden."

"I don't! But… remember yesterday morning when I told you I had a good feeling about the day?" Pacifica asked in a sad voice.

"Yes." Dipper smiled at the memories. "We kissed that morning."

"I have a bad feeling now… I think… this is our only chance. Please." She snuggled closer and stroked Dipper's chest, kissing his neck and shoulder in an attempt to convince him.

Dipper frowned and pushed her away gently. Pacifica grabbed his hand again and kissed the palm, just like she had done in her dream.

"Dipper, please." She pleaded.

Dipper sighed and looked at Pacifica. Her face was flushed, her arms were opened, welcoming him, and she had a small smile on her face. But Dipper saw more than that. Her eyes were sad, her smile was forced and her face was contorted by distress. Her arms, even though they were opened and welcoming, they also had clenched fist in fear. Dipper knew that it wasn't right. It wasn't fair for Pacifica to take that step out of sadness, and he knew what he had to do in this situation.

"Alright. I'll love you." He agreed and pulled her closer.

Pacifica grabbed Dipper's hand and directed it towards her own shorts. She had little idea of what to do or how to do it, since she had never done it before, but the heiress wanted to feel just how she had felt in her dream, and she hoped Dipper knew how to do it and ease her sadness and worry.

Dipper however got free of her grasp before they reached the waistband of her shorts and raised his hands, cupping her face in both of them.

"But…" Pacifica was about to protest but Dipper hushed and kissed her very softly.

The kiss didn't have any pressure, it didn't have any lust. It was a soft kiss on her lips. Dipper parted slightly and kissed her again on her upper lip, then on her lower lip. Pacifica sighed lightly as she felt the kisses. There was a clear difference in them for her. Where their previous kisses had an effect similar to a small pull on her lower belly, these kisses felt like her heart was being squeezed softly in a very pleasant way. Pacifica's sadness slowly disappeared and she rested her hands on Dipper's chest, signaling him to stop. He released her cheeks and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. Then he parted the embrace and fixed his hazel eyes on her blue ones.

"Do you feel better now?" Dipper asked with a warm smile, caressing her cheek.

"Yes." Pacifica snuggled closer with a small smile. She felt a wave of happiness washing over her body. The heiress closed her eyes and a single small teardrop fell over her cheek.

"Are you crying?" Dipper asked, cleaning the teardrop on her cheek with his thumb. "Please, don't cry."

"No. A Northwest never cries." Pacifica shook her head and gathered herself. She had never shed tears for anything and she was not going to begin now.

Dipper searched his memory and had to agree with Pacifica. He had seen her being sad and on the verge of tears a couple of times before, but she had never cried. He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair to calm her.

"Thank you." She whispered. A feeling of relief of what Dipper had and hadn't done filled her chest.

"For what?" Dipper asked with a broad smile, seeing how Pacifica was smiling again. He scooted closer and brushed his nose with hers.

"For being you." Pacifica scooted closer and kissed him, just as softly as Dipper had kissed her before.

Dipper raised his hand and caressed Pacifica's cheek, pushing her hair out of her face as he rested his hand on her neck. They intertwined their legs to keep their warmth, unwilling to break the kiss to pull up the covers. When Pacifica parted the kiss for breathing, she squeezed Dipper's cheek and kissed his nose. Dipper giggled and moved a little bit closer, kissing her upper lip and allowing Pacifica to kiss his lower lip in consequence. Pacifica rested both her hands on his bare chest and Dipper wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her even closer as they continued to kiss each other's lips very softly. They added no pressure to the kisses and breathed after every small kiss.

Pacifica wanted to squeeze Dipper's chest and intensify the moment, but she wouldn't do it because she was being filled with love and didn't need to intensify it. Dipper wanted to continue his kissing to her neck and trace his hands along her back, but he wouldn't do it because he was filling her with love, and the affection expressed by their lips and their embrace was more than enough to grant them a feeling of loving fulfillment. After some minutes, Pacifica released a long sigh of satisfaction, parting a little from the embrace.

"Do you feel loved enough?" Dipper asked in a whisper.

"Yes. Don't let go of me, Dipper." Pacifica pleaded.

"I won't." He reassured.

Pacifica nudged Dipper's shoulder softly, signaling him to lie on his back. Dipper complied and the heiress rested her head on his chest, relaxing completely when she heard the small thumps of his heart. Dipper wrapped one arm around her shoulders to hold her as he stroked his hair with the other, kissing her scalp.

"Tell me about that dream."

"No. It was… terrible." Pacifica shuddered.

"You said it was a good dream at first. Tell me about that."

"Hmm… We were older and… I remembered things that haven't happened yet." She struggled to remember the details of the already faded dream in her memory.

"Things like what?" Dipper was curious.

"I um… It's a little embarrassing." Pacifica commented with a blush.

"Tell me, I won't laugh." He stopped stroking her hair and seized her hand, squeezing it.

"Did you really like it that much when I bit the crook of your neck yesterday?" Pacifica tilted her head upwards to look at him in the eyes.

"W-what have you been dreaming about exactly?" Dipper flushed crimson red as his eyes widened.

Pacifica looked at his reaction and giggled.

"Nothing, my 'Wild Dipper'. Just remember that my underwear is expensive and I don't like you ripping it off with your teeth." She snickered.

"Seriously? And you call that a nightmare?" His voice cracked. "I'd love to dream that!"

Pacifica laughed even louder and had to get off Dipper's chest to calm herself. Dipper didn't like getting laughed at, and he stared at her mischievously for a while before grabbing her by the waist, pushing her to lie on her side and hugging her back, earning a yelp of surprise from the heiress. Dipper wrapped his arms around her belly to lock her in place and then he thrust his mouth onto the crook of her neck from behind. Pacifica giggled and thrashed, trying to break free of Dipper's grip and vampiric attacks. Hearing her giggle so happily filled made a wave of relief wash over Dipper, since he had never seen Pacifica sadder than a few minutes ago. He had no idea what she had dreamed about, but he noted mentally to face Bill about it if he had the chance. Dipper eventually let go of her and Pacifica rolled onto her other side, facing the boy with a blushed face.

"Hug me in that way you like so much." She demanded with her sparkling eyes.

"I um… Can you…?" Dipper pointed at her shirt, flustered.

Pacifica looked down at her shirt, then at him, and then clarity dawned on her.

"Nope. I'm not raising my t-shirt for sleeping." She smirked. "What did I say earlier?"

"Your body, your rules." Dipper sighed mildly disappointed, but complied nonetheless. He was happy he got to hug her, regardless of the kind of hug.

Pacifica rolled on bed, giving her back to Dipper and raising her side a little. Dipper understood what she was waiting for and slid one arm under her side and the other over the other side, wrapping her in his arms by the belly from behind. Dipper, unwilling to trust his hormones over his own will, took a spare pillow and placed it in between Pacifica's rear and his groin, preventing any possible future poking sensations on her back. Pacifica smiled and sunk in his arms, letting his warmth fill her body. Dipper held her closely and tightly, burying his face in her hair. After that, he sighed in contentment and fell asleep. Pacifica named that sigh from that day forward Dipper's 'everything is alright' sigh, and she would like to hear it every night before going to sleep. She felt like Dipper wouldn't let go of his grip around her belly for nothing in the world and that made her feel completely loved, allowing her to fall peacefully asleep.

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The couple was getting ready to leave. They were dressed up and packing the last things they needed to go have lunch at the Shack. Dipper was sat in the couch while Pacifica threw to the fireplace some drawings of him she had on her sketchbook. Where Pacifica had been embarrassed at the fact that he knew, Dipper was amused at the fact that she had drawn him quite generously in her dresses sketchbook. Once she had finished removing the embarrassing nude drawings and they were ready to leave, they heard the sound of a car parking outside. Dipper raised a confused eyebrow, since they had accorded to go walking to the Shack, so that couldn't be Stan. However, Pacifica's face contorted with fear. She had recognized the engine sound.

"I wish to be left alone until I have a love kiss…" She mumbled, reciting her wish.

"And we said the 'I love you' yesterday…" Dipper's eyes widened, seeing what had just happened.

They didn't need to go look outside through the window; they already knew those were Pacifica's parents.

"Don't worry. Let's think of something…" Dipper quickly began to rack his brains for a plan of a plan.

"Dipper, I... I have changed my mind." Pacifica blurted out. "Let me choose the lesser evil!"

"What?" He was uncertain of what she was talking about.

"I have a sports bag with two hundred thousand dollars upstairs. Let's—"

"No." Dipper declined the idea sternly. He suddenly remembered what Pacifica had offered him the previous Friday at the diner. She had offered him to choose the lesser evil and run away from her family, which he had declined.

"Dipper, please! Let me choose the lesser evil! Let's run away, please!" She pleaded.

"No, Pacifica. We can't do that. You'll stay the rest of your life looking warily over your shoulder and afraid of your parents. What kind of life is that? How will you live like that?"

"I'll manage because I'll be with you!" She grabbed his hands. "Please, this... this is not going to work. Dipper... You can't convince my parents..."

"Pacifica..." Dipper held in his hand the medallion hanging around her neck. "Remember that we're bound by fate, Princess. We are each other's destiny. Nothing can separate us. Besides, if we survived Mabel, we can definitely face your parents." He tried to joke to see her smile, but if didn't work. Instead, Pacifica launched herself at him and kissed Dipper desperately. Dipper didn't recognize the taste of the kiss, but he knew there was something different with it.

"Let's do this." Pacifica said determined, her face proud. They held hands and waited for her parents to arrive.

After a few minutes they heard footsteps in the corridor.

"Pacifica, where are all the butlers...?" Preston said, opening the door, Priscilla and the driver following behind. He stopped on his tracks the moment he spotted them. "What are you doing here?" He narrowed his eyes at the boy.

Before him stood his daughter with a challenging look and the boy whose name he never remembered, both of them holding hands.

"Mr. Northwest, I'd like to date your daughter." Dipper said as serious and formal as he could.

Preston pondered it while approaching the boy. He placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

"No."

"W-what?" Dipper stammered, completely taken by surprise.

"Out of my house." He grabbed Dipper by the shoulder and pulled at him brusquely, dragging him towards the door.

The boy felt sparks of pain from the aggressive grip on his shoulder. Those sparks suddenly brought him back to reality like a bucket of cold water. A wave of emotions surged in his body as a torrent of thoughts crossed his mind. Those which hurt most were thoughts like 'fate is superstition' and 'being bound by fate is not enough because you need something more' as he knew they had been warnings. He had been receiving warnings those last few days and he had simply ignored them.

Dipper understood now what Pacifica's kiss had tasted like. It had tasted like goodbye. It had tasted like I'm sorry. Knowing perfectly well what was going to happen now, he looked at Pacifica while he was dragged away. Her face was proud and challenging, but it was ruined by her trembling lower lip.

"Wait! I made her invite me!" Dipper quickly yelled. "She did nothing! Don't blame her!"

Preston threw him out of the room into the corridor.

"I told you a week ago what would happen if you kept this up. Pacifica is leaving today to a private school." He made a gesture to the limousine driver. "Drive this boy to his home in the limousine."

"Pacifica I'm so—" Dipper couldn't finish his sentence because Preston slammed the door closed.

The heiress tried to appear fine, her pride demanding it. Erect, proud, head held high and her face impassive. She threw a challenging look at her parents. However, after her father took Dipper away and came back, ignoring her, lighting the fireplace and standing in front of it, she was left dumbstruck. After a few seconds, she looked around herself, feeling completely lonely. A little time later she did the same, hoping she would see Dipper coming back through the door and saying this was all a bad joke. Then she realized with terrifying clarity that she was never going to see Dipper again. The sudden awareness wiped the challenging façade from her face.

Pacifica's face contracted in pain, her legs gave in and she slumped on the couch. She didn't move at first but then she felt a great deal of pain coming from inside her chest. The heiress looked at herself, searching for a wound that could explain such pain, but she didn't see anything. Then she realized what had happened: Her heart had just broken. Pacifica felt a strong sensation she needed to attend. She fought with all her will against that feeling in vain. Pacifica had always been proud of herself, unwilling to shed tears for anything, but she didn't care anymore. She began weeping slowly, and then a torrent of tears covered her cheeks. Pacifica didn't bother to clean her face, her hands unwilling to do her will. All her body wanted to do right now was to sit on the couch and weep.

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Guest Reviews:

Rob Lowe: I can't give an opinion about the fanfic 'Dipper and Pacifica's love story' because I haven't read it. I gave it a look after you mentioned it, but I find it really hard to read POVs stories.

The point is that I really have no idea what that is about, but I know what my fanfic is about and I can tell you something about it: This pairing deservers a happy ending. Also, being tagged "Romance/Humor" it's not really hard to guess the outcome of most scenes.

Oh! Speaking of which. No, they are not dreaming. That has just happened. The Northwest are back in flesh and blood and other fluids.

FYI:

· These past chapters (the funfair, the boat trip and the limousine) were hinted in the pictures seen in Bill's body.

· Although I don't ship Mabel/Pacifica, I find those 'accidents' between both girls cute.

· Sentences like 'Ford's Juice', 'Why you never wear underwear!?' and 'Pull! Pull as if it were money!' actually come to my mind before the scene itself. Then, I come up with a scene to fit the sentence. There was also 'What on earth have you done to my hair, Mabel?' where Mabel braided Pacifica's hair, but that was discarded.

· In the first dream scene they were teens. You can tell by their 'sharp chin' which is characteristic of teen designs in the show (Wendy, Robbie) and, of course, Dipper's red flannel shirt which he usually wears in most fanart where they are older.

· Bill was like 'Oh, so Llama isn't frightened by my visits? How is that for frightening now, huh?' And caused that peculiar dream to Pacifica, but she doesn't know it was him.

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