"Dipper. You better not leave me here." The bus gas filled smoke every which way. She ran up to me and squeezed me tight.

"Don't worry Pacifica, I'll come back for you." She lets me go as I take both of her forearms, shaking them a little as I spoke.

"You better, I'll miss you." I let go of her hands as she placed one down on my cheek. Grinning a little.

"You too." I tilted my head so her hand was in between my cheek and shoulder.

"I just hope I don't meet any cute boys at school. Maybe a dork? Or a jock?" She giggles.

"Ha. Maybe I'll meet another rich girl and save her too." I smirked.

"In your dreams." She whispered as her soft lips hit my forehead. Our hands intwine.

"Dipper stop making out and get on the bus!!!" Mabel yelled.

I groaned and walked away, our hands let the other go. I wave at her and smiled. 

"I'll see you soon..." 

My 12 year old self thought. Yet years passed, she probably doesn't even remember me.

And it was all a because of a promise and a kiss.