Love, Hate, It's All The Same

Chapter 19: Nothing's Happened Yet

"I'll step out for a bit and ring Uncle P's driver, yeah?" Lucas declared. "You two get whatever business you have over with."

He gave Dipper a meaningful look and Dipper understood, which was weird because he met the guy ten minutes ago and he's already taking relationship advice from him.

Lucas exited through the front door and Dipper was left with Pacifica.

"Oh," Lucas's head popped back in from outside. "And no hugging."

He pointed two fingers at his eyes, then at Dipper and Pacifica, as if to say I'm watching you, before he went back outside.

Dipper shoved his hands into his pockets. He glanced nervously toward Pacifica and quickly turned back away. Why was she squinting at him? Did he do something weird? Was there something on his face?

"What did you want to talk about?" Pacifica asked. "You asked me if you can talk to me about something earlier. Before Lucas went and fell on a trashcan."

Dipper bit back a curse. "Oh yeah, that."

He was ready to say everything a moment ago, but after what Lucas revealed, all that courage just evaporated. Luckily, a quick knocking came from the door before Dipper said anything stupid.

"Car's here." Lucas called from outside. The door opened and his head popped in. "We gotta go."

Right on cue, a loud honk issued from outside the Shack, as if to prove Lucas' point. Pacifica's grip on the backpack's sling tightened.

"I am so not looking forward to this." she mumbled, making a beeline for the front door. Lucas followed suit.

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The difference between cozy and comfortable was beginning to become more apparent to Pacifica. While her bed was definitely very comfy and very spacious, it just doesn't give her the same content feeling as Dipper's bed did.

A loud grumbling sound echoed through her room and she realized she didn't get to eat the sandwich at Shack. She thought about going to their kitchen to find something to munch on, but the thought of running in to her mom pretty much ruined her appetite.

At some point, Pacifica just gave up on the idea of sleep. It was already sunrise anyway, so she really wouldn't be missing out on too much sleep. Besides, she'd much rather sleep later when everyone else is awake. It's her most effective way of avoiding unwanted social interaction with specific people.

She was debating whether or not she should call Dipper when there was a quick tapping on her window. Instinctively, she grabbed the closest thing to a weapon within her reach, which turned out to be a golf club, and cautiously approached the window. She raised her golf club and opened the window and found a mess of brown hair peeking over the ledge.

"Do you normally greet people with a golf club or do you just not like sandwiches?" Dipper held up a creased brown paper bag.

"I thought you were something else."

"Something else?"

"It's nothing, forget about it." Pacifica muttered, lowering her golf club. "What are you doing here? You know why Dad made me go home."