Azraz: Pacifica! If you could have any other name what would it be and why?

Previously on.... That last chapter...

(Long story short, The reverse twins tricked Pacifica into killing one of her house maids. I'm too lazy to explain how they got her to do it. Just read the last chapter or whatever. I'm tired. It's like 2 AM right now for me.)

Dipper held Pacifica in his arms for a moment longer, trying to unscramble the puzzle that had just woken him up from his first night of sleep in DAYS.

Dipper: What-

Pacifica: Don't you see what's on my face?! >:(

Dipper: I- I don't know..... Is that-

Pacifica: It's blood Dipper!

Pacifica pushed herself away from Dipper, angry at his sudden ignorance.

Pacifica: B-L-O-O-D! Blood! Is it really that hard to figure it out?! Gee! I really thought that the thick smell of iron and the shrilled screams two hills over would have given it away for a detective like you!

Dipper: Pacifica....?

Pacifica: I mean, you once tracked down a fairy just by the seasons!

Dipper: Pacifica.

Pacifica: You once trained a dragon! YOUR NOT EVEN A VIKING!!!

Dipper: Pacifica!

Dipper tried to put one of his hands on Pacifica's shoulder, only for her to move around, still ranking on and on about how he should have known.

Pacifica: For Heavens sake! You once defeated a dream G-

Dipper had had enough. He clenched his hands into fists, putting them to his side, looking straight into her face.

Dipper: PACIFICA!!!!!!!!!

The forest seemed to fall silent to his voice. A voice that was once so quiet and awkward, now loud and filled with passion. Pacifica's eyebrows shot up at his sudden outburst and almost fell over, backing down one of the steps. Dipper sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, mumbling to himself about how it's 'too late out for this.' He lifted his face from his fingers that where once pinching his nose to see Pacifica, noticing the look of fear in her face.

Dipper: I'm sorry Pacifica. I just- I can't handle this. Not at this time.

Pacifica: Your-

Pacifica choked out the words. Feeling them stuck in her throat as she tried not to cry.

Pacifica: -Not going to help me?

Dipper: What? No!

Pacifica looked confused for a moment.

Pacifica: But you just said-

Dipper: Pacifica. I can't help you with something you don't bother telling me about. And, for the record, I saw the blood on your face. I KNEW it was blood on your face. The question I was asking was.... Who's?

Pacifica stood there for a moment, not wanting to respond. She shamed herself for a moment. She knew who the woman she had murdered was. Well, sort of. The woman was there main maid. She had worked with the Northwest family for 10 years. Much longer than any other maid had worked there without being fired or quitting. In fact, Pacifica liked the maid she had taken the life of. Alice Marcy Mclow was her name. She worked with the family since she turned 16. It was first a day job but then it became full time. Pacifica never really spoke to her that much though. It was always odd for her to speak with maids or 'lower classes' as her parents called it. Pacifica held herself for a moment. It looked as if she was cold. But she wasn't. She was still shivering though. Not from the cold though. No. Definitely not from the cold. It was shame. It was the chilling vibration you got from doing wrong. She could feel it going up and down her body. It had cold and lifeless fingers. They where bony fingers too. Almost as if the fingers of shame were tracing there fingers up and down her body everywhere. Her spine. Her spleen. Her collar bone. Even the back of her calf felt the vibration of her shame riding through her. She let out a shake of disgust. How disgusting she had become to everyone in town and herself. She felt as if she had let her social life die on purpose. 

Dipper: Pacifica?

Pacifica shook her head. She hadn't noticed she was spacing out. She had been doing that a lot. In fact-

Dipper: Paz?

Pacifica: Oh! Sorry! What were you saying?

Dipper cleared his throat, not wanting to ask such a question to his so-called 'sweet girlfriend'. (WHO JUST KILLED SOMEONE!!!) But he didn't want to look scared. If he did, he feared he might offend her and she'd start crying. He could comfort girl tears. But not when he caused them. He had to put on his 'face'. He relaxed all of his facial muscles, letting his eye lids float down half way, making him almost completely resemble reverse Dipper. The only difference now where the close they chose to wear. 

Dipper: Who's blood is it?

Pacifica lifted a finger on her hand and swiped it against her cheek, leaving a gram of blood on her index finger.

Pacifica: A-.... Maid's.

Pacifica whispered it. She feared for the worst and saying that she killed somebody or even MENTIONED that she knew that the maid was dead would be bad on her case. Dipper let out a sigh and grabbed at her hand. He held it close to his face while, at the same time, grabbed Pacifica's waste. Even though it was silly, he hated to think she would get cold on such a dark and chilly night. It had rained that afternoon and the air became much cooler. Though it felt very good in the afternoon, at night time the chill was so bad, if you where out there too long, they'd have to take you to the hospital for shots. Dipper held her close. So close that the only thing between them was Pacifica's finger covered in her victim's blood.

 Pacifica watched Dipper's face study the gram of blood on her finger. She blushed slightly. They hadn't been this close for months. In fact, they hadn't kissed for months. Pacifica was puzzled for why this was. She hated to admit it but maybe he was so over-worked that he didn't have as much time for her.

Dipper stared at her finger for what felt like hours. He really didn't need to see the blood. Why would he? He just wanted to be close to Pacifica again. They hadn't been this close for months. That bothered Dipper a lot really. But he was too over-worked. But he promised himself that he would make time for her. No matter what. Dipper put her finger down slowly, not changing the amount of space between them. They were silent for a moment. Almost as if they were kids again, still awkward and still just friends. Dipper made a slight laugh, lips still closed but making enough sound to tell he found something slightly entertaining.

Pacifica: What?

Dipper: Just thinking.

Dipper fell silent once more as he looked into her eyes and smiled. Even at night her face seemed like a blessing just by the soft kiss of the moon light. Pacifica smiled back, seeing the once nerd standing before her to now see the most desired boy in Gravity falls. Dipper then stopped smiling, now getting a grip on what they needed to do.

Dipper: Pacifica.

Pacifica was still slightly in a daze, hypnotized by his captivating brown eyes. They seemed to whisper her secrets she didn't know. Like everything about his was filled with mysteries. Everything about him amazed her and mystified her at the same time. Dipper looked at her crystal blue eyes, wishing to get to the point.

Dipper: Pacifica!

Pacifica Y-yes?

Dipper: Stay focused! This is not a game! You-

Dipper paused, not wanting to say it too loud.

Dipper: -killed somebody. Why?

Pacifica hated that question the second it left his mouth. She really didn't want to answer. So she didn't. She just stood there. She didn't say anything and she didn't do anything. She barley even breathed as it was. Dipper's eye began to twitch. She killed someone and was just standing there like an idiot. This enraged him. But his face was still stern. Pacifica didn't even know about the ticking time bomb in his head.

Pacifica: Dipper. I know your waiting for me to talk.

Dipper: Yah. That would make sense since my question would require an answer using words.

Pacifica: Oh Dipper!

Pacifica put her hand to her forehead for dramatic effect, making her look like she was about to faint.

Pacifica: You never show me love anymore. How can I trust you?

Dipper knew what she was doing. Trying to make him feel guilty. Either that or her acting skills aren't as bad as they look and she's trying to lighten the mood with some small humor. Either way, Dipper was going to figure out why she did it. And he had just the plan on how to do it.

(A/N: Grab your popcorn folks. It's 'bout to go down.)

Dipper smirked. Not a happy smirk really. More of a playful smirk. This surprised Pacifica. It wasn't a normal smile for Dipper to have. Not really. And it began to get even stranger. Pacifica looked at him to see he wasn't in his spot anymore. In fact, he was walking towards her. She backed away slightly, only to be met with a column from the shack blocking her from going back any further. Dipper was obviously happy about this, pressing his right hand on her shoulder, softy pressing it against the column. Pacifica's expression didn't seem to change much. It was still in a form of shock. But now there was a slight form of curiosity beginning to cover her face. Dipper's, on the other hand, seemed to change completely from his strange smirk. Now it was plain again. But not the bored plain or the emotionless plain before. But now more of a business face. Like he had something important to do. Dipper slowly began to press his forehead against hers, showing a slight look of playfulness and mockery.

Dipper: You really think I haven't been showing you any love?

Dipper's eyes were filled with a warmth and seemed to have a filter. Like if he saw her move, he'd kill her. So she didn't. Not even a little. And that's just what Dipper wanted. Dipper felt her body go limp just by how her shoulder began to slump, but her back still pressed against the column, sweaty from the heat she built up behind it.

Dipper: Well, I guess I'll have to change that. Right?

Dipper didn't wait for her to answer. He knew she couldn't talk when he got like that. He smiled slightly as he pressed his finger against her chin and lowered it, revealing her mouth slightly open. Dipper slowly stooped down to her height where her mouth (duh) was located. He spared no time pressing his lips against hers, falling in love with the cupcake lip balm she was wearing. Pacifica seemed to grow still though. She hadn't kissed him in a LONG time and she almost felt as if she forgot HOW to kiss. But as Dipper progressed and continued to press his lips against hers, (A/N: This is SO awkward to write.) she slowly regained herself and began to kiss back. It certainly was a passionate kiss. Dipper's lips felt like perfectly fluffed pillows against her lips. And Pacifica felt like cupcakes and roses had landed on her lips in some form of harmony. What really surprised her was the sudden gripping at her waist. It wasn't like he had pulled her close before. But now was different. Now he was pulling her close to his chest like if he let go she would float away. But that's what made her kiss with him feel even more wonderful. Almost no space was between them as he brought her close to him, holding her wine glass body in his warm hands. They continued like this for a long time, along with Pacifica rubbing her fingers through Dipper's brown waves of hair. But, eventually, Dipper pulled away.

Dipper: Well, that was a nice last kiss.

Pacifica: Yah, It- Wait! Last?

Dipper: Of course. You obviously can't trust me enough to tell me why you did it. So you obviously can't trust me enough to be your boy-

Pacifica: The reverse twins!

Dipper:....... Come inside.

Dipper grabbed Pacifica's hand, yanking her inside.

~Half an hour later~

Dipper sat at the couch, slightly stunned by everything she had just told him. 

Pacifica: So? What should I-

Dipper didn't wait for her to finish her sentence.

Dipper: Stan!!!

Pacifica was surprised by what he had just said. And very loudly too.

Pacifica: Dipper! Have you completely lost you mind?!

Just as she said that, a tired and grumpy looking man walked through the doors of his bedroom and into the living room where the young couple sat.

Stan: You better have a darn good explanation for waking me up at-

Stab suddenly bit his tongue, seeing the girl that tried to turn his nephew into a shish-kabob.

Dipper: Stan. She needs your help. Listen-

Stan held up his hand to Dippers face before he could finish though. 

Stan: First off, do I WANT to know? Wait! Don't answer that. I don't want to know that either. Second question, if your asking if she can stay here I'll allow it. I still don't like her. But she's going to be working at the shack from now on.

Dipper was shocked at Stan's sudden answer to everything he was going to say. It was oddly impressive. But Dipper knew Stan wasn't done with the questions. 

Stan: And finally, Dipper?

Dipper: Yes sir?

Stan: Why do you have lip balm on your face?

Dipper swiped at his lip and felt a slight moister from it. He brought it to his nose and smelt it. Cupcake lip balm.

Dipper: Oh.

~Another half hour~

Stan brought Pacifica and Dipper into a room filled with plastic and a giant printer.

Stan: If your going to be working here, your going to need a work ID. And since it's obvious that whatever you did that caused you to run away from your palace wasn't legal, your going to need a new name.

Pacifica: A.... New name?

Dipper: How about Lizzy?

Pacifica: Mmmmm....... How about not?

Stan: Barbra?

Dipper: Lilly?

Stan: Sarah?

Dipper: Bonnie?

Stan: Hannah?

Dipper: Bridget?

Stan: Stan Jr.?

Pacifica: Guys. Guys. Guys. I have it.

Dipper and Stan looked to Pacifica as she stood there, slightly proud.

Pacifica: Alice Knight.

Dipper: Alice? Why Alice? I mean, It's a beautiful name but.... Why?

Pacifica: let's just say.... Someone who used to work for the Northwest's name was Alice.