Dipper and Pacifica trudged through the forest, both looking for something. But, if they were looking for something different, why were they doing it together? Dipper thought about this multiple times, completely bewildered on his decision to stick with her. Pacifica didn't seem to mind it though, humming a simple tone to herself as she walked through the dark path. "So Dipper. We don't know each other very well, do we?" She asked, tiling her head to the side, giving Dipper a wide grin. Dipper looked behind him, seeing his mace drag heavily in his path. He hissed when he saw this. Not in pain. More like in a 'yah. Probably not' kind of way. "I think you would enjoy it far more if we didn't know much about each other, Miss Southeast." He stated. Pacifica looked confused at his statement. "Why do you keep calling me Southeast? I've heard you call me Pacifica before." Dipper didn't look at her, keeping his eyes on the path. But deep down, he wanted to tell her why. How he didn't want to get attached to her. How he didn't want to be in a relationship right now. How he had too much to think about. Stan, Mabel, the tent... He had too much on his plate to deal with a girlfriend. Or even a friend-friend.

"It just seems more proper that way." Dipper said simply, avoiding the truth as much as he could. Pacifica smiled at his statement, finding it a good opportunity to tease him a little. "O.k. Pines!" She laughed, earning a slight side smirk from Dipper before it went back to his bored facial expression. Pacifica pouted at his actions, giving off a small sigh. "So... What do you like to do?" She asked lazily, trying to fill in the silence. Dipper sighed, trying to think of a hobby that didn't involve magic. If he said anything about magic, she might ask him to actually do some. And, in all honesty, he hated putting on shows for people. Especially when the show has to do with magic. Because, being the people the town's folk are, they'd always say stuff like 'I saw that' and 'FAKE', which always got him pissed. "Poetry." He finally said, shrugging his shoulders. Pacifica seemed to lighten up at his statement, happy to know they were getting somewhere. "Cool! Can you say something?" Pacifica asked, catching Dipper off guard. "What?" He asked, surprised Pacifica was calling him out on it. He didn't even enjoy reading poetry. How was he supposed to come up with something on the spot? THIS ISN'T 8 MILES!!! "No." Dipper replied, not bothering to even so much as give a reason. "What? Why not?!" Pacifica asked. "I'm not in the mood. Get me in the mood and I'll do it." Dipper said. Pacifica looked at him, a bored look on her face for once. "Come on Pines! Stop playing! Just say something!" She replied in annoyance. Dipper cringed at her words. 'Pines..." He thought to himself. It hurt a little to hear her say that. Mostly because, when he said that, it was to say 'We aren't anything other than friends.' Hearing it from her made him feel... unwanted. Maybe it was because he had used it on her like that. Maybe she was using the same tactic. But why would he care? Why would he bother to care about how she felt towards him? Unless...

"Fine... I'll do it. On one condition..." He said lazily, earning a squeal from Pacifica's lips. "Yah! Anything!" She replied, getting close to his face, her eyes gleaming with excitement and joy. As she got closer though, she couldn't help but notice something. First off, Dipper looked adorable with his hair all messy. And second off, her breast were pressed up against his chest, meaning that their noses were almost touching. Which meant their... food holes were also almost touching. She noticed this, not bothering to move though. She didn't want him to notice that she noticed how awkward their stance was. Dipper definitely noticed though, which made Pacifica notice that he noticed that she noticed... I think? Dipper took his hands, landing them on her shoulders, pushing her away from him as he rubbed his shoulder in awkwardness. "If you stop calling me Pines..." He began, looking back at Pacifica. "I'll say... Something..." He said finally. Pacifica smiled, putting a thumb up in the air to signify her agreement. "Deal... Dipper..." She said. Dipper looked at her, taking in a deep breath, thinking up what he was going to say. Nothing really came to mind so he just said the first words that popped into his head that made sense. "I- Uh..." He said weakly, swallowing hard to relieve himself of some of the stress. "Th-there is no way of knowing..." He began. "Just how fast I'm going... M-My life is quickly slowing. The faster that we are going." He paused, looking at Pacifica, seeing her content gaze. He sighed, continuing. "Because... everything I see... Is speedily slow-mowing. Like gray and black and blue and green... The colors fly by as I scream... My heart will pound... My eyes will burn. Everything that I have learned. It screams in pain. My brain will say... 'The pain is right inside my veins.' Into the night... 'Til dawn, I fight. Then, I will choose, left or right? Who are you to choose my fate? A-a fishing rod. I am the bait. But patiently here I wait. The night will call upon the day. And in that moment... I will know. Did fear leave? Or did it grow? My hands are bleeding from my wrath. It blinds my eyes. It covers my path. But angrily I drive this car... Never again will I drive so far..." Dipper finished, looking at Pacifica. Pacifica didn't say anything, not bothering to look at him. "What did you think?" He asked, knowing already how horrible it was. No response.

She had a look on her face. It wasn't humorous, sad, or angry. It was more... frightened. Dipper looked at her, questions popping up in his head. He followed her gaze, noticing she was looking just above his head. As he turned around to find what she was looking at, he was met with none other than a... Gremloblin. "You didn't hear a word I said earlier, did you?" Dipper asked Pacifica, still face to face with the beast. Pacifica let out a slight grunt, supposedly meaning 'no.' Dipper gave a breath of relief at this knowledge, knowing he hadn't embarrassed himself in front of her. Ever though he was literary standing right in front of the beast that was going to dig their graves, he couldn't help but feel a slight weight lifted off his shoulders. "Southeast..." Dipper spoke out the side of his mouth. She didn't say anything, knowing if she spoke too loud the beast would most likely charge. "When I say 'go', you run for it. And don't look back." He said to her, making her look at him in surprise. "But-"Pacifica began, only to be interrupted by Dipper himself. "GO!" With that, Dipper broke into a run in the opposite direction, grabbing Pacifica's hand in the process. As they leapt through the forest, avoiding tree branches and rocks, Pacifica couldn't help but look back once or twice, seeing the best gallop towards them at full speed. "What do we do?! What do we do!?" She asked him, making Dipper even more stressed out than he already was. "If I knew, I'd tell you by now!!!" He replied, continuing to run through the forest, poor Pacifica trailing behind.