(A/N: I drew my friend and used water color to draw it)

The limo ride was short, Candy dropping me off at the mall as I had asked so I could walk the rest of the way home. Of course, I didn't tell her that.

Instead, I told her I was going to buy a new outfit for the party, which Candy gave a sigh of relief to. Once the limo pulled away, I began my walk home.

By the time I reached the Shack, the sun was already beginning to set. Opening the door, I was instantly met with an angry face which took me by the arm and rushed me to the couch.

"Where have you been?!" Bud barked, his hands on his hips. I had completely forgotten about the episode I had had this morning, rushing out the door without saying a word to him.

In a way, I felt guilty. But more so, I felt frustrated. I was supposed to be at the party by eight. It was seven. I only had one hour to get dressed and walk to the party, which I only had vague directions to.

I stumbled for a bit, trying to figure out what to say, only for the truth to come out. "I was hanging with some friends."

It seemed harmless enough, but Bud was less than pleased with my response. "You missed your shift. Care to explain?" Bud asked gruffly.

Little did I know, it was a rhetorical question. "I forgot." I shrugged. Once again, Bud seemed to go sour with my answer. I didn't know what he wanted to hear. And he wouldn't tell me if I asked. Maybe if I played it sweet, he'd let me slip past him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was up really late last night ready my bible and cleaning the Shack so I woke up late and was a little cranky so I decided to take a walk into town and look at nature to become one with it and I made some new friends and they're really nice because one of their names is Candy and even her name sounds sweet so you can't say I was being bad-"

And that was all I got to say before Bud completely cut me off with a sputter of surprise. "Candy? Candy Chui?! No! No no no no nopedy nope nope! You are not hanging out with her!" Bud spat.

"What? Why? She's so nice!" I argued, dropping my angel-act instantly. "She's also dating a teen-monster!" He barked back. I was stunned by his response. Would he let me hang with anyone that knew him? In a word, no. "B-but sir-" I began, but he would have it.

"Upstairs. NOW. Tomorrow you're working double time to make up for today. No breaks. Now GO." He responded sternly, pointing his meaty finger towards the steps. With a quivering lower lip, I bounced up from the sofa, anger enflaming me. "Fine!" I shouted back, if not to have the last word. I stomped up the steps, my room's door already cracked open.

I poked my head in awkwardly, seeing if someone was inside. And inside, they were. More so, he was. Gideon laid on top of my bed, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

"Dad got mad at you again, didn't he?" He taunted, sticking his tongue out like an eight year old. "Get off my bed." I grumbled, not bothering to answer.

Gideon's mood didn't seem to change, hopping up from my bright pink sheets. "It's too bad. He's not gonna let you go anywhere for at least a month with the mood you've got him in. I should know." He continued, though I tried my best to ignore it.

"Whelp, I guess you're not going to Candy's big party than?" This part caught me by surprise, turning me to face him without even thinking about it.

How did he know about the party? Even more so, how did he know I was invited? "Yah. The whole town's talking about the party. And Candy's no exception. She keeps telling people how much you adore her and begged her to invite you. You're a real suck up, you know?" Gideon chuckled.

I didn't know what to say. So I didn't. Instead, the little toddler stuck out his hand to me, his face going serious for a moment.

"I can get you to the party if you still wanna go." He said secretively, just barely breaking a whisper. I let out a slight 'huh', completely confused.

Why would he ever help me? We didn't exactly see eye-to-eye. Nonetheless, I wouldn't turn down a chance to make it to Candy's party. I was about to grab his hand, when it was snatched away from me.

"On one condition." Gideon said sharply. I grumbled, knowing it wasn't out of the 'goodness of his heart' that he was going to help me. I suppose I wasn't that surprised though. I crossed my arms, my eyes slit as I stair at him.

"What?" I ask, finally. Gideon pulls in a deep breathe before speaking, knowing I'd probably say no. "Take me with you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The car's engine roared, alive with a full tank and two teens sitting up front. Dipper sat in the driver's seat, Mabel right next to him, about to pull out of the drive way and towards the party.

A sigh escaped from them both, seeing the night sky and It's distant stars stair down at them. "Do we have to go?" Mabel asked him, a stale volume to her voice which just barely passed apathetic.

Dipper nodded, though he kept his gaze at the stars, reminiscent of what Pacifica had done hours before and what he had told her just after it. 'I hate you...' Did he really think that? Was she really worth hating for joining forces with someone so evil?

"Dipper?" Mabel asked, placing her hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. He tilted his head just slightly in her direction, just enough to see her sympathetic eyes.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it..." She continues, surprising Dipper. Mabel seemed to know exactly what Dipper was thinking, and she didn't want him hung up on it the entire time.

Nonetheless, Dipper preferred keeping his feelings to himself at the moment. No one needed to hear the inside of his head. "Stay outta my head Mabel." He replied, a slight hiss in his voice, though he tried his best to appear level-headed.

Mabel slumped back in her seat, arms crossed, head tilted once more to the sky. In the distance, she could make out slight streams in the sky composed of different colors.

"Lights." She pointed out, lifting her finger in the direction of the lines which flashed with vivid reds and greens. Dipper took note of this, watching them swirl with power and energy.

For a moment, he could also pick out a dull hum of music. Something peppy and sweet, talking about love and hate and breaking up.

"Candy told me it was going to be big. I wish I had asked how big." Dipper grumbled, realizing just how loud and open the party would be. Loud music. Loud colors. Loud people. Loud Candy.

Dipper pulled out of the driveway, his jet black mustang humming low with a grumble, driving towards the giant house which flooded the town with it's screaming colors.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pacifica and Gideon arrived right on time, with the help of Wendy and her boyfriend Robbie. They had already been invited, it was only Gideon who was left out of the gathering and had to sneak in.

Upon entering the party, blaring music and bursting lights filled each one of their senses, almost numbingly. "It's like a party for Skittles!!!!" Pacifica screamed, bouncing out of her shoes, her energy building up inside her. Wendy, on the other hand, seemed to scoff.

"This party was made by some twelve-year-old on a sugar high or something. I mean, look at this! I can't even see!" She yelled over the booming music, catching Robbie's attention.

'The goth girl and the scholar boy' was what people called them. Robbie was a straight A student and never caused one bit of trouble.

He wasn't bad looking either, with glasses perked on his pale but soft skin, jet black hair, a pressed blue shirt composed of flannel patterns, and a clean pair of jeans.

He was nothing like his girlfriend, with her long red hair, dark eyeliner which almost seemed to drip, albino-like skin tone, and black. Everything she wears, black.

Robbie placed his arm around Wendy's waste, while she placed her arm around his neck, like a loving head lock or something. Pacifica took this into account.

'Perhaps that's what guys like.' Almost instantly after entering the party, the group seemed to split. Robbie with Wendy and Gideon with Pacifica, much to her dismay.

Gideon almost seemed to cling to her arm as they ventured through the hyped crowd of teens.

"Are you gonna follow me this entire time or something?" Pacifica finally asked, whirling around on her heals to look at him. Gideon seemed to straighten up at the comment and looked away awkwardly.

He had never been to a party and didn't know where to start. "I-I don't know what to do..." He mustered, which Pacifica gave an over-exaggerated sigh to.

"Dude! You BEGGED me to bring you here and now you don't know what to do? Just- Find your people or something, man!" She complained, jolting her head back in exasperation.

"But-" Gideon began, only for Pacifica to cut in. "Listen bro, you don't have to hang with the kids on the floor dance. Those are my people. There are all sorts of groups to be found at parties." She responded reassuringly, pointing to small pockets of people, some talking scientifically, others not talking at all.

Gideon looked nervous as he stared at the teens which pressed themselves against the walls, as if to try their hardest to look 'edgy.' Pacifica saw the contemplation vivid on his face, so she decided to take the first step for him.

Stepping behind him, she pressed her palms against his back, hustling him up to the area consisting of the 'math-y people', Pacifica had deemed them.

"What are you doing?! Stop!!!" Gideon resisted, throwing his arms behind him, if not to merely slap at air. Pacifica, on the other hand, seemed to burn red hot with the attention he was beginning to draw from people.

She slumped her head between her shoulders, smiling weakly. "He's fine! Don't worry! Just a little drunk!" She tried to reassure, but the staring continued. She had to stop soon. So, on the final few steps, she pushed him as hard as she could up to the math-y people. A little too hard, being that he fell flat on his face and didn't seem to get up.

The math-y people helped though, lifting his limp body off the ground, Gideon slowly regaining consciences. People began to look at her funny, but from the way Gideon seemed to fit in with the math-y people, she deemed this a job-well-done.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We reached the party a little after it had begun, dressed in what Mabel calls our 'party clothes'. I looked down at myself, ripped jeans, a 'Twenty one Pilots' t-shirt with short sleeves that didn't cover my sides. Instead, it left them bare to reveal scars and slight bruises down to my waist from past 'experiences'.

Mabel said they gave me "Character", but I said they make me look weak. I looked at my feet, covered up by jet-black sneakers which seemed to chase away all forms of life. I loved these shoes.

I could get the scuffed up, burnt, soaked in water, or ripped, but they always seemed to bounce back. Mabel said they made me look dirty, but I said they gave me character.

I fixed my hair, swooshing my bangs to the side to show my birthmark with pride. I looked over to Mabel, wearing the exact same thing, with an exception of my sneakers and jeans, which she proudly replaced with a pair of blue flats and a pair of leggings.

She smiled at me, patting my back as if to reassure me of this party. "Candy's got no power over you. Don't let her push you around." She smiled, which I tried to return. I nodded my head, trying my best to seem confident, but these parties always made me queasy.

Mabel locked arms with me, squeezing me through the door entrance which was blocked by a floor of dancers. Everything was awful. The colors, the music, the snacks, the people.

"DIPPER!!!!" The candy.... Directly in front of us was Candy, waving vigorously for us to join her on the floor. Neither of us had locked eyes with her, luckily, so we hustled away as if we hadn't heard her over the music.

We squeezed past couples, math-y people, dancers, and alcoholics, just to make sure she couldn't see us. "Is she gone?" Mabel asked in a whispering tone, though her volume was enough to carry over the loud music.

"Is who gone?" Said a voice, and we knew exactly who it was. Mabel and I turned around slowly, surprise filling every sense we had. Once we came face to face with the little devil, we couldn't help but through our arms around her.

"WENDY!!!!" We screamed, squishing her in our twin bear hug. She barked her familiar, uncensored, full-hog cackle that we hadn't heard in months. Last we saw of her, she had left for some low-life college meant for bums and people too lazy to go to a real college, which was just her style.