◄ Pacifica Pines ►

     Dealing with Dipper Gleeful is difficult already, but dealing with a whiny Gideon is a whole other matter. I was walking to the store with Gideon complaining and moaning about how unfair his life his.

     As if, he doesn't have any feelings for a murderer, I snorted.

     "And, I was like, OMG! I can't," he said, fanning his flushed red face with his chubby pale hands. "I couldn't handle it, y'know, it was so intense! I mean, holding hands? What next? Babies!?" gushed Gideon.

     "You got flustered by holding hands?" I asked in an incredulous tone, watching as we got nearer the entrance to the grocery store. "What are you? Five?"

     "You have no idea! Plus, I'm going through puberty," he said in a smug tone. "See! This growing manly mustache! The ladies'll love it!" he said, pointing at his baby chin.

     "You barely have any hair there, Gideon," I sighed, grabbing a basket and grabbing him inside.

     "Yes I do!" he said in an indignant tone, as he rubbed his stubble-free chin.

     "You're only, like what? Fourteen!" I scowled, walking to the milk section. Lately, Robbie's been coming over and eating breakfast at ours, shoveling down cereal in his throat like it's the last time he's going to eat.

     "I'm fifteen!" he wagged a finger at me.

     "Don't look like it," I grumbled underneath my breath.

     Both of us are fifteen, and the gleeful twins are a whole year older than us. Which I found out yesterday, because of Robbie.

     I had asked Robbie how old the twins were but he mistook that question as 'Can I date Dipper?' So he went on a full on lecture on what to do and what not to do in a relationship with Dipper Gleeful. I had to shove my fingers in my ears and scream loudly to make him stop.

      "Hey, Paz! Dad said someone stole the bread, we have to get another one!" yelled Gideon, who was now a whole aisle away from me. I trudged towards him, basket in hand when another hand came and grabbed it out of my hands.

     "Hey, Pines, didn't think I'd see you hear again..." said Dipper as he nudged my shoulder with his. "You know, with that devious kid that gives kit kats," he shuddered in disgust.

     "He was pretty hot," I said, not even thinking about it.

     "I'm hot too!" came the immediate answer. I internally smiled but I kept a poker face on the outside. It was nice seeing Dipper get all flustered rather then me.

     "Not really, no," I said, biting my lip as I grabbed the yellow packaged bread.

      "How am I not hot? Have you seen how handsome I am? Everyone swoons over me," he ranted.

      "Now, if you two could stop flirting, I'd like to talk to Pines," a voice said in front of us. I whipped my head to look at Mabel, who had cleaned up and now looked like the mischievous Mabel that I saw the first time.

     "Mabel," said Dipper in a surprised voice.

      "We were doing everything but flirting," I said, rolling my eyes.

     "Everything?" said Dipper with a lopsided smirk, twiddling his eyebrows at me.

     "Go away, Gleeful, your sister wants to talk to me," I pushed him, and he didn't resist. He just waved at me and walked away. With the basket. Of groceries.

     Oh, crap.

     So long, cruel world! Bud's going to kill me!

     "Mabel, before you say anything, I need to get back my -"

     "Listen to me," she said in a stern voice. I immediately straightened up and accidentally saluted to her like a soldier. Accidentally. "Adequate," she said, nodding at me approvingly. I tried to get my hand off of my forehead, but it wouldn't move.

     Great, just what I needed! She's doing some kind of black magic voodoo on me now.

     "Get Gideon to date me," she said, pursing her lip as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow and half a hopeful expression.

     "But you tried to kill him last summer, I'm not that dumb to do that," I accidentally blurted out. Accidentally.

     "So?" she shrugged casually, like trying to killing him last summer was like frolicking through a flowery garden and ripping them off of the ground. Yeah, pretty casual.

     "Hey, Mabel, I remember you from somewhere, I just can't seem to remember..." I said, trying to turn the topic back around so she wouldn't throw a tantrum like a certain brown haired male Gleeful does.

     "Oh! Remember your fifth birthday?" she gushed, her eyes widening and sparkling. I put my arms to my side, it started to ache and become numb. Seems like she stopped the spell, I thought.

     "Yeah?" I had no idea where this was leading.

     "Ugh, you dumb blonde! On your fifth birthday! The little magicians your mummy and daddy asked for?" she said, rolling her eyes. I tried not to take that personally, so I let it slide. I can take my anger out on Dipper, so it'll do.

     "Oh! I remember! You were that little girl doing embarrassing tricks on me!" I groaned in realization. She nodded her head happily, her brown locks bobbing with her.

     "Remember when I did the one where your knickers were put on your pants!" she giggled, putting a gloved hand on her mouth.

     "Whatever," I growled.

     "Oh come on, dumb blonde, don't take it the harsh way," she said, winking at me and turning around and walked away.

     This conservation was extremely pointless, and time wasting, I thought, annoyed. I trudged out of the grocery store, trying not to be recognized by anyone I knew.

     A flashback of my fifth birthday came to me, staggering me for a moment.

     Have fun looking at memories! A familiar voice sung in my head. And that's when everything went black.

     ~

     "Pacifica, straighten up!" said Mum in a stern voice, as she stared at me disapprovingly. She had golden, almost a light brown, locks that cascaded in thick waves behind her tight green dress. Her plump lips were pursed as she stared at me.

      "Yes, Mum," I murmured, looking down and slouched. That's when I heard a familiar bell ring. I immediately straightened up and looked up, my posture rigid.

     "Tolerable," murmured Mum, as she sashayed away to greet the other guests that were slowly flooding in. It wasn't exactly the best party, because there were rich, snobby kids that were talking to each other and steering clear of me.

     "Hey, we're the magicians!" a voice called out. I whipped my head to the side, only to see a small stage where the kids were standing around to watch. I felt someone tap my shoulder and I turned to see Dad looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

     "Dear, go play with your friends, don't stand here!" he chided, wagging a finger at me as his thick, dark brown mustache twitched.

     "Yes, Daddy," I nodded my head, walking to the small stage. I pushed my way through the sea of Snobby Children and got to the front to see the magicians. 

     They're our age! I thought happily.

      A girl with long, straight brown hair that gleamed under the light, was grinning straight at me. I widened my eyes, looking around me only to see that I really was being beckoned to the front. I got to the front only to be embarrassed.

     She did multiple tricks on me, which included my finger stuck up my nose. I ran away from the stage, well not ran away but said I needed to go to the loo. I ran, only to run into someone and fall on my bum flat.

     "Ow!"

     "I'm sorry, have you seen my sister?" the face was blurry, and I couldn't tell who it was.

     ~

     Turns out that person was Dipper, helping me up with worried eyes. He sure looked tired for a 6 year old. Must've been given a whole lot of responsibilities.

     I must've been out for half an hour but when I opened my eyes and quickly took out my phone, it hadn't even been a minute. I sighed in relief and tried to look for Dipper. I glanced to my right, only to see Dipper with a plastic bag.

     "Dipper, did you steal those?" I asked hesitantly as I reached him.

     "Yeah," he drawled out in a sarcastic voice. I glared at him and he shook his head, his lips twitching up but going down.

     "Why'd you buy them?" I asked, grabbing them and looking at the receipt.

     "So you can owe me, simple as that," he said, flicking my forehead.

     "Ow," I said, rubbing my forehead.

     "I don't owe you anything!" I announced, "Except money!" I added quickly. I walked towards the exit, taking large strides so I could hurry up. I was getting late as it is.

     "You don't have to," shrugged Dipper, catching up to me easily.

     "Really?"

     "But, you still have to pay me!"

     "How?"

     "Other ways," he said, grinning at me and wiggling his eyebrows.

      "Gleeful!"

Published: Apr 15, 2016 | Reads: 3.2k | Goal: 3.5k