Cut The Northwest ChainーPacifica x Dipper

Two

Dipper's POV

Celia and Ashley growled at Pacifica, their arms against the food table.

"So?" Pacifica giggled, sticking her hip out, "Watcha gonna do?"

"Dipper," I heard Mabel whisper behind me, "should we end the fight?"

"I dunno," I said. It was our party and it was our idea, so shouldn't we stop arguments?

Celia went up to Pacifica, her chin high, "I liked you better when you were mean,"

Pacifica stood there in shock, then her face became red, and she yelled, "You liked me only because I was rich, only because I was popular?"

Pacifica clenched her teeth and she brought back a huge fist, "You don't even like me!"

Ashley bundled her magenta hair into a ponytail, wrapping it in a ribbon. "Yeah," she said, very proudly.

"Whoa, whoa, stop!" I had to get in the middle of it because Pacifica was about to knock the teeth out of Ashley and Celia.

"Y-yeah!" Mabel came up behind me, "We want to have fun at this party, no punching!"

Pacifica brought back her fist and she turned around, her face slowly coming back to peach.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"These two weren't even invited," I whispered in Mabel's ear.

"Yeah," Mabel said.

Mabel went up to the two girls and pushed them out of the house.

Everyone cheered and Pacifica smiled.

A few hours later...

The party was coming to an end and everyone started to leave.

Pacifica opened the door, her hair and outfit wet and her shoes covered in dirt.

"Hey, Pacifica, you seem a bit wet and I don't want you go outside yet, you can borrow Mabel's clothes, you know," I said.

"Oh, thank you, Dipper," Pacifica's face had a tint of red in it. She closed the door.

"Come upstairs," I said, guiding her up the stairs.

Pacifica nodded and we went upstairs.

After a while, Pacifica decided to wear Mabel's golf shirt and her black tights.

"Alright, then," I said, and I was about to go downstairs when Pacifica held on to my shoulder.

"Hey, you have a phone, right?" She said, completely blushing.

"Uh, yes," I said.

"Well..." Pacifica gave me a piece of paper and she went downstairs.

I unfolded the piece of paper. It was her phone number.

I went downstairs.

"Hi, Dipper!" Mabel was on the couch, watching TV.

"Hey, Mabel," I said, holding Pacifica's number in my hand, "Where did Pacifica go?"

"Oh, she went back to her home," Mabel held on to Waddles.

"Oh..." I clenched the piece of paper in my hand.

OOOOOOOHMAHGAWSH PACIFICA TOTALLY LIKES DIPPERRRR!!!!! Yasssss...

Alsoooooo...

SPARKLES FOR ALL!!!

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