◄ Pacifica Pines ►

     I was sitting on the small wooden barrel that was next to the cash register where a gloomy Wendy was scrolling through her phone, muttering offensive comments towards anything living.

     The large 'No Refund' sign was sitting on the wooden desk, glaring at any customer, daring them to say no to it. 

     Deuce was sweeping the floor with his broom, his shiny bald head glistening underneath the artificial light that bounced everywhere, radiating its light but not heat.

     We heard the door open, a small 'Ting!' from the bell followed it. I turned my head only to see a grinning Robbie.

     He was grinning ear from ear, his dark hair which usually was hanging in front of his eyes was now swept by a black hairband that blended in his hair.

     I could see his slight cheekbone outlines because of the shadow they cast below under the light.

     His dark eyes glistened with mischief and playfulness as he grinned at me. His pale skin looked tan in the sunlight as he walked towards Wendy. He shot her a playful grin which she only glared back in return.

     "Nice to see you too, dear," he said, grinning widely to Wendy and gave her a quick nod. 

     Then he looked at me, "I heard... that there's a... deal going on," he said, giggling. He quickly put his fist into his mouth, preventing from laughing any further as I glared daggers at him.

     I remember vividly what had happened last night. The deal went downhill from the moment I had sat down. 

     I screamed until all of them got out, and it worked in no less than five minutes. 

     Pretty proud of myself.

     "Anyways, just wanted to drop by. D'you guys need anything?" he said, taking out a pair of keys that jingled in the air as he nodded towards Wendy.

     "No," Deuce and I chorused. We watched gloomy Wendy walk with Robbie trailing behind towards the door. The door close with a soft 'thud' behind them.

     Just then, a door was opened with a 'click' and a fuming Bud came in our view.

     "Hey! Hey, what the jackel is Gideon doing in the paper with the sneaky Gleeful twins?" he grumbled, shoving a newspaper into my face.

     I looked at the newspaper, skimming through all the paragraphs until my eyes landed on the picture. It was Mabel Gleeful strolling confidently, hand in hand with Gideon who had a hand covering his eyes (probably from the flashes of cameras) and fuming a brilliant scarlet.

     "Oh yeah, it's like a big deal. Everybody's talkin' 'bout Mabel and Gideon's date tonight," Deuce piped out, he had stopped cleaning the floor with the broom and had taken out his phone and scrolled through it.

     "What!? That little -" gasped Bud. He snatched the newspaper back from me, and looked at in disbelief.

     "I thought... last night's deal was on their relationship," I said, narrowing my eyes at Bud.

     "Oh, that was for something else but I immediately regretted it and I guess I kind of owe you for screaming to get them out, kid," rambled Bud, his hands waving in gestures as his large belly wobbled as he talked.

     He was wearing a white tank top and green, striped boxers and had a straw hat on his head.

     "I wonder what their new name'll be," said Deuce, suddenly holding up a magazine with Gideon and Mabel sprawled out onto the page. "The power cup... Mabedion? Gideabel? Magibeleon!" he exclaimed.

     "Argh!" snarled Bud, snatching the magazine from Deuce and threw both the newspaper along with it onto the floor. I gaped at him in shock as he stomped his way back to his office. The door closed with a loud thud, that echoed throughout the Shack.

     "I didn't know! I didn't hear about it! And plus, I told him not to!" I called out, only to see Bud dressed up and returning back to us. The only thing he hadn't changed was his straw cap, as it matched with his flowery button up shirt and beige shorts.

     "Yeah, well it ends tonight! I'm going right down to that little skunks house. This is gonna stop right now!" growled Bud as he walked through the exit and slammed the door close.

     Both Deuce and I flinched and then I looked over to my bald friend.

     "Dude, wouldn't be funny if that was a closet? And he had to come back out again and walk out the real door?" giggled Deuce, as he was imagining the whole scenario. I just stared at him.

     Deuce walked to the door Bud had went through and opened it only to come back inside with a sheepish grin.

     "Nope. Real door," he said, popping the 'p'. "Well, I'll be on my way, it's my break. Call me when it's done, I usually forget," said Deuce, grabbing his things and putting the broom away.

     Once he was gone, I jumped over the desk to sit down on the plump, black chair that was behind the cash register. I was about to sink into it and sigh a relief when I heard the door of the shop open and the bell rung.

     I immediately sat up, alert and aware only to be face to face with the brown eye and haired nuisance. I slouched back immediately, crossing my arms and glaring at Dipper flipping Gleeful.

     Amusement gleamed his eyes as his lips twitched up but shot back down.

     "Nuisance, am I?" he said, walking towards the sunglasses table. He grabbed a few and walked to the mirror, only to try them on.

     Thank God, he wont kill me for yesterday, I thought in relief.

     "What? No, I never said that," I said, narrowing my eyes at Dipper as he tried the last one on. Those ones looked really good on him.

     Wait, what? No! He's my enemy! I thought, quickly banishing those thoughts.

     "Why are you here?" I hissed at him, quickly getting bored as he did not talk.

     "I'm a customer," he said, a quick curt reply. 

     "You're not," I growled.

     "Are too."

     "Are not."

     "Are too."

     "Are not." 

     "Honey, I could go on like this forever," he said, walking towards the cash register.

     "If you call me honey, or any of your weird nicknames, I won't hesitate to rip your neck out and feed it to the hungry wolves," I said in a clipped tone.

     "Okay," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He put down one of the sunglasses onto the counter and leaned forward. His breath tingled my nose. "Sweetheart," he said, grinning and leaned back, and shoved his hands back into his pocket.

     "You're impossible!" I said, throwing my hands in the air out of exasperation.

     "Only for you," he winked at me, his brown eyes twinkling.

     I felt my face burn in embarrassment but I was thinking of ways to kill him without suspicion arising. 

     Hmm... should I burn him alive? No, too obvious..

     "Now if you could stop daydreaming about me," he said in a smug tone, "I'd like to buy these," he said, nudging the glasses closer to me.

     "Why are you even here?" I said, while checking them out and putting them in a bag. He handed me the money and I put them in the register. I gave his change and his bag, and narrowed my eyes at him.

     "I heard Bud and Grunkle Stan are doing another deal. One that includes two business' merging, two kids merging. Literally," he scoffed, taking the bag and change. 

     "Wait? What?" I said, confused.

     "Are you really dumb? I usually don't believe in stereotypes but it seems dumb blonde suits you," he muttered under his breath. I glared at him but held my tongue.

     I need information.

     "Mabel. Gideon. Are you that dense?" said Dipper, reaching over and lightly knocked his fist onto my fore head. I glared at him and pushed his hand away.

     "They're getting married!?" I exclaimed in horror.

     "Not yet," he said, looking away and raked his fingers through his bedhead, only making it better.

     "How are we supposed to fix this?" I said, worry flooding me.

     "First, I need your help," he said, turning his head and looking at me dead in the eye.

Published: Mar 29, 2016 | Reads: 400 | Goal: 500