“Alright. You can do this. Nothing is going to ruin this day. No Ghosts. No Dream Demons. No Giant Bears. No Evil Deers. No Pixies. And No Fireflies.” Dipper began to give himself a pep talk as he dressed himself in front of a very old mirror in the twins room. He straightened out his suit jacket, suit pants and polished his dress shoes as well. For the finishing touches, he began to button his jacket slowly, stating each danger with each time he buttoned up his jacket.
“Just you, Pacifica, Mabel, and Wendy. And Wendy said she was going to be overseeing everything Mabel will do in the kitchen. No Smile Dip surprise anywhere!” Dipper said as he claimed himself and fiddled desperately with his bowtie to complete his suit.
“You got this… In… The bag. All you need to do… Is fix… This stupid… Bowtie.” Dipper said, pausing each time to focus closely on his neck accessory. With as many loops, tugs and pulls he tried, the bowtie came out looking like a weird, tangled mess. Sighing in defeat, Dipper looked around to see if he could anything or anyone that could help him with his finishing touches. Dipper then looked out of the window to see how his better half was doing with making herself look even more perfect than she already was. Pacifica was tending to herself, looking through a hand mirror that she carried around in her makeup kit, as she put on red lipstick while sitting on a stump. Pacifica also decided to wear a very pink dress with white high heel shoes. She had a black hair piece on to hold her hair in place as she let her hair flow straight down her back in small golden curls. The only people Dipper knew that could tie a bow tie was his dad, Stan, and Pacifica. And since his father was home, and Grunkle Stan was still gambling to win back his car, the only other choice was to get Pacifica to help him. Dipper quickly walked out of the twins room, down the stairs, and out the back door to slowly approach Pacifica. Pacifica, however, was too busy tending to her appearance to notice Dipper slowly inching his way over to her. Dipper managed to get right next to Pacifica without bothering her, and placed his hand on her shoulder, causing Pacifica to look up to greet Dipper with a sweet smile. Pacifica looked him over quickly, approving of his dress code, only seeing one minor imperfection being the undone bowtie.
“Need anything?” Pacifica asked as she closed her hand mirror and put her lipstick inside it.
“Could you help me… With this?” Dipper asked as he pointed at his neck with the black cloth still hanging loosely around it. Pacifica slowly got up with a small hum of laughter and began to warp the bowtie properly.
“You’d think an average guy would know how to do one of these.” Pacifica said as she quickly tied the bowtie into a presentable knot.
“Well, you seem to forget Miss Northwest, I’m not you average guy.” Dipper said as he crossed his arms smugly and tried to be the somewhat dominant one in their relationship.
“You’re right. You’re more of an average dork.” Pacifica said to instantly deflate Dipper’s macho persona. Pacifica then gave a small tug to the already done bow tie, which made Dipper grunt and leaned forward to Pacifica, close enough so they would come nose to nose with each other.
“But you’re my dork.” Pacifica stated, reminding Dipper of who owned who in their relationship. Dipper leaned back and cleared his throat nervously while raking the back of his head with his hand.
“Well… Yeah, q-q-q-quite right… Right, Hehe.” Dipper began to stutter, fully embarrassed on how strong Pacifica just announced her dominance.
“I’ll be… You know… I’ll be at the… D-dinner table.” Dipper stuttered again as he walked backward's away from Pacifica, then tripping and falling onto the front step of the back entrance to the Mystery Shack. Pacifica began to giggle at the scene as Dipper quickly jumped up and dusted himself off, only to laugh with Pacifica for a few seconds until the laughter died down, causing him to retreat into the Shack. As Dipper began to dust himself off, and give himself another pep talk, Pacifica began to reevaluate the situation of how could she ever be associated with such a nerd, not to mention a nerd that wasn’t rich at all. It hadn’t started when she employed him to take care of her ghost problem, why would have it happened then? She could have picked anyone else that was invested into ghost exorcising. Dipper Pines was just… Special. The first time Pacifica saw Dipper, it was automatically categorized as one of the most amazing experiences Pacifica’s has ever had in a long time. Anyone could say it was a ‘Love at first sight’ kind of ordeal for her. If Pacifica had her way, she would have walked straight up to Dipper, and paid him to become her boyfriend. Just pay him to be hers was the only think that Pacifica truly wanted at that moment. What sunk that idea from ever happening was the dreaded detour of ghastly colored sweaters, and the most energetic pep Pacifica had ever seen in her life. Mabel was a problem. A very Big problem. Such a big problem being that Pacifica began to hate everyone and anything that was associated with Mabel, even her hunk of a brother. But, on the other hand, Mabel had everything Pacifica had ever wanted that money could not get her. Mabel had freedom, true happiness, unlimited creativity, self-independence, but most importantly, Dipper. Pacifica knew that if she were ever to get close to Dipper Pines, she would have to climb over the obstacle that was Mabel Pines. Suing for ownership over Dipper Pines from Mabel was always a good plan that remained in the back of Pacifica’s head, but she decided to approach the situation as friendly as possible. Soon, Pacifica broke down her old ways of treating Mabel as dirt and soon treated her as… A richer form of dirt. If Pacifica had her way though, Mabel may someday be upgraded into an ‘Estranged Sibling’ as Pacifica would take her war path and conquer Dipper Pines as a ‘Husband’. But for now, Pacifica must conquer Dipper Pines as a ‘Boyfriend’, and deal with Mabel as an ‘Acquaintance’. Pacifica gave one last rub to her dress to get rid of any unwanted crease, and readied herself as she made her way to the front of the Mystery Shack. Pacifica reached the front door and gave it a good knock on the door quickly opened, showing one of Dipper’s close friends, Wendy Corduroy, who would also be overmatching Mabel for Dipper’s and Pacifica’s date.
“Hey dude, welcome to the Mystery Shack. Dinner for two, right?” Wendy asked, fully accepting her role as the caterer for teenager’s date together.
“That is correct and thank you miss Corduroy. I appreciate your form of professionalism that you show, rather than what the Twins do.” Pacifica said as she held her head up high and entered the Mystery Shack. The Shacks interior was covered with multiple candles strewn all over the place, on the display cases, windows, and the cash register. Only the low dim of the candles lit the Shack.
“Well, I’ll just show you to your better half than. Right, this way miss Northwest.” Wendy said as she bowed and raised her arm towards the entrance to the den, which was draped with a long piece of cloth that split down the middle, decorated with multicolored hearts. Pacifica walked past Wendy, thinking to herself that Mabel’s decorations carried a bad omen for her retry of a first date. The Den was fully transformed for the occasion, the Tv was covered with a black cloth with multiple candles on top of it, the couch had multiple pictures of cute and fuzzy animals, on top of the couch had a sign that read ‘Cuddle Corner’. Dipper stood by the small table in the middle of the den with a giant, goofy grin of pure happiness. On the white table was one long candle with a tiny flame on top of it, which slowly began to melt the candle. There was also two white plates with their respected knives and forks on either side of them. Pacifica smiled as she made her way to Dipper, placing him in a small hug and gently kissing him on the lips. Dipper moved out of the way and pulled Pacifica’s chair back so she could be seated. Pacifica gracefully accepted the seat and then Dipper went over and sat in his chair.
“Well, you two look like your having a great time already. I’ll go tell the chefs we’re ready for the main course.” Wendy said as she walked past the table and into the makeshift kitchen. Dipper watched Wendy disappear around the corner, and then looked back at Pacifica and gave a nervous smile.
“What are you worrying about now Dipper?” Pacifica asked, sensing that Dipper felt uneasy.
“Worried?! No! No worrying here! Just… Happy to be here, and all!” Dipper said, giving a fake grin as a few beads of sweat began to fall off his face. Pacifica frowned over his fake attitude, making Dipper fully drop his act and slowly frown as well.
“Alright. Maybe I’m just a little worried about how things could be going.” Dipper sighed as he confessed his complaints.
“Talk to me.” Pacifica said, pleading for Dipper to open up more.
“Pacifica… Don’t you think… We’re taking things just a little too… Fast?” Dipper said slowly as he looked into Pacifica’s confused eyes.
“I mean… It’s just that we.” Dipper said as he began to motion around with his hands, struggling to formulate words to explain his point.
“I love you. I really do! You’re very, very important to me. Like, on the top five level of important people in my life right now. It’s just that… I didn’t expect having something like this when I came back to Gravity Falls. I expected on talking to you, helping you out with parent issues. But when we started to kiss and hug each other… I don’t know” Dipper said as he began to give up on his explanation by putting his head in his hands.
“…You want to explore other options?” Pacifica asked, wondering grimly if that was where Dipper was going with their conversation.
“No!” Dipper shouted as he bounced up from the question.
“I mean… No. I want what we have, and this is only something we can have together.” Dipper began to explain quietly as he reached over to hold Pacifica’s hand.
“It’s just that… I’m just worried that we are doing this for the sake of… Doing this, you know?” Dipper asked, not on the point of what he was trying to say, but something he wanted to say nonetheless. Pacifica slowly grazed her thumb along Dipper’s hand, coming up with two words to start to explain her side of the story.
“What?” Dipper asked, not fully understanding the meaning of what she started to say.
“Most people wait longer than Six whole years to not even tell their crush that they love them. Not showing them that they love them. It felt like I was in a coma when you were away. It felt worse when you were here, and I couldn’t say anything to you. I couldn’t tell you how I felt. I couldn't admit to you what I wanted. I couldn’t show you how much I cared.” Pacifica paused her confession, now focusing only on stroking Dipper’s hand.
“The first year was awful. I abandoned everyone, friends and people I paid to be around me, just because I wanted to come here.” Pacifica said as she looked around the Mystery Shack’s den.
“The second year wasn’t any better. I… I admitted that what I wanted was just to be with you. You as my knight, and me as your princess.” Pacifica said as she looked up and stared into Dipper’s eyes.
“The third year was strange. Dreams came to my mind about you. Feelings and giddy romances that I made up in my mind about when you would come back. How I would fall into your arms. How you would make everything better.” Pacifica said with a sad smile, which soon disappeared into a frown.
“The fourth year was terrifying, just because I didn’t know if you were actually going to come back.” Pacifica said as she tightened her grip on Dipper’s hand.
“The fifth year was… The worst. I told my parents about you.” Pacifica said as she loosened her grip.
“They hate you. I just thought you should know that… By the sixth year, I started to argue with everyone about you. Defended you about what happened last summer. Saying how you are such a genius, how one day you’d come back and change this whole town… Change me.” Pacifica said as she fully succumbed to her emotions and let a stray tear roll down her cheek as she confessed the last year of waiting, causing Dipper to take his napkin and wipe it away softly. Pacifica’s hands then shot up and clasped onto Dipper’s hand.
“You tell me we are going to fast, but I’m telling you that we need to do this before anything else happens. Before it’s too late for us.” Pacifica said as she began to plead, almost back onto the brink of tears. Dipper grabbed both of hands in his, managing to calm her down for him to talk.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t even know how hard this was for you. I have been thinking about you when I was gone, though I’m sure you heard Mabel say that a couple of times. The point is that I’m just afraid of if we go to fast, then it’ll be over quicker… But… But I know that that’s not the case anymore.” Dipper said as he gave Pacifica’s hands a tight squeeze. They both starred at each other for a few minutes, then leaned forward, right over the candle that was appropriately waxing. They almost reached each other for a kiss, until they both heard a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen.
“Not the heart shaped steak!” A very distressed Mabel could be heard shouting loudly, causing both Dipper and Pacifica to lean over and turn to face the kitchen to see Wendy carrying out a plate of pasta.
“Sorry dudes, looks like this was the only thing that was saved and not covered in smile dip. Waddles totally tripped your sister.” Wendy said with a small chuckle as she replaced the candle with a plate of pasta.
“Enjoy guys, and don’t forget to kiss!” Wendy said as she made her way back into the kitchen to help Mabel clean up the wreckage. Dipper and Pacifica looked at each other, and then softly giggled over the situation. They both then set their eyes on the dish that was prepared before them, examining it well. It was a very saucy plate of Spaghetti, with multiple strands of pasta every which way. On top of the pasta, there were three small meatballs, equally sauced like the pasta. Dipper decided to go in first, taking his fork and take a strand of spaghetti to wrap it around his utensil. Dipper then topped his fork off with a one of the very small meatballs. Pacifica waited her turn to direct the food, until she saw that Dipper was holding his fork out for her to take a bite off. Pacifica smiled and accepted the food as Dipper slowly and lightly shoved it into her open mouth. Pacifica gave a satisfied hum while chewing, it wasn’t the richest substance, but it’s plainness and homemade style of cooking made it good enough for her. The both of them continued to play with their food until it came to the point where they were left each other alone and ate their own ways. They began to pick apart at the spaghetti, taking care of the noodles one by one until they both decided to pluck on of their strands of spaghetti and slurped from the dish to their mouths. Pacifica giggled at first of how un-table-manner like they were acting, and thought she could get used to this quickly. They began to slurp on their end of their strands until they soon realized that both of their strands raised itself while they kept eating until they were connected to the same strand. Dipper’s eyes widened as well as Pacifica’s to see they were eating off the same strand, which caused Pacifica to look up to Dipper to see what action he’d take.
“Don’t worry, I saw my mom and dad handle this before.” Dipper said as he began to motion forward. Pacifica’s heart began to race; she thought that this was just like the movies. That the romantic other half would follow his strand and right into the lips of his female counterpart. Pacifica watched Dipper through half lidded eyes as he then took a fork and turned it so that the strand broke, causing both of their noodles to fall limp to their chins, leaving a bit of sauce as a remainder.
“There!” Dipper said happily as he slurped up his end of the spaghetti, smiling softly at Pacifica, who in turn looked a little stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily over the situation.
“You’re such and idiot.” Pacifica said with a chuckle, causing Dipper to frown in confusion.
“But you’re my idiot.” Pacifica said as she softly ruffled Dipper’s hair, making him blush.
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