Before we start: Yes, I did republish this chapter. And yes, it is because I changed it. And no, I did not like the first version of this chapter. But if you did like it, then idk, comment that. I might publish the first version as an alternate, I dunno. But I recommend you re-read chapter 19 first, 'cause I kinda changed it, too. Or if you want, just re-read the whole thing. No one's stopping you.
And to everyone asking if I'm still alive: Yes, I'm pretty sure I am. I'm only, like, 86% sure tho. 'Preciate your concern.
Alright, that's all. Get reading, fools.
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"Look what the cat dragged in." Pacifica quipped, a tired smile playing on her lips. She looked like she hasn't slept in days.
Since Pacifica had come back to the mansion, they've returned to their original setup, where Dipper walks to her house so they could go to school together.
Today, she was sitting on the sidewalk while she waited for Dipper, her usually tidy hair messy and unruly. She stood up as Dipper walked closer.
"Rough weekend?" Dipper offered his hand for Pacifica to hold, like they always did before walking to school. Pacifica completely ignored it, and instead hugged Dipper.
"Understatement." She muttered into his chest, apparently oblivious to his reddening face. She let out a small sigh. "I can't believe I actually missed you."
Dipper hesitated, then returned Pacifica's embrace. "You- you missed me?"
Aw crap, did she say that out loud? She must've been more tired than she realized.
"Don't get too cocky about it," Pacifica was quick to recover. "I still can't stand your nerd butt."
Dipper laughed lightly as Pacifica ended the hug.
"Oh, here." Dipper pulled out a hairbrush from his pocket after Pacifica struggled to comb her fingers through her hair.
She took the brush from his hand, eyebrows knit in amusement. "You just carry a hairbrush with you everywhere?"
Dipper shrugged. "I make an effort if I care enough."
She began walking, brushing her blonde hair, and Dipper followed suit.
"So, I've been thinking," Pacifica spoke as she brushed a particularly stubborn tangle of hair.
"What about?"
"Remember when we were eavesdropping on Vince?"
"Yeah..." Dipper replied slowly. He wasn't sure if she was referring to the janitor's closet incident or the phone call. And frankly, he didn't know which one he'd prefer.
Pacifica gave a small nod. "Well, I don't know how, but Dad found out about it."
Dipper's heart dropped to his stomach.
"Oh." He managed. "Just so we're clear, are we talking about the phone call or...?"
Pacifica's eyebrows creased. "The phone call. What else would we-",
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