Dipcifica One-Shots

The Dreaded Bubblegum

"Hmmm... Oh! I have a question!" Pacifica piped up, giggling just a little, "Favourite ice cream flavour?"

"Vanilla."

"Vanilla?!" She giggled, sitting up and looking at him. "That's so boring!"

"Is it now?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He was still laying down, but his eyes were no longer fixated on the cloudy blue sky. "Then what's your favourite, Pacifica? What makes your favourite so special?"

"Blueberry." She boasted, "Best kind there is."

"Blueberry?" He scoffed, snickering a little, "How could I ever like a girl who's favourite flavour of ice cream is blueberry?" He joked.

She punched his arm lightly, and he returned the punch, still laughing. The two of them were simply chatting, talking about some of the uncomplicated things in life. It was a way for Pacifica to relieve stress, a positive outlet.

"Shut up," She snickered, "What's your second favourite, then? We might have the same second favourite."

"Hmmm..." He grinned, "Peppermint Chip."

"Blegh!" Pacifica made a face, shaking her head with disgust. "I hate Peppermint Chip!"

Dipper put his hand over his heart, pretending to be in pain. "How can you not like Peppermint Chip? If you don't like Vanilla, or Peppermint Chip, what do you like?"

Rolling her eyes and letting out a stubborn "hmph!" sound, she offered up a response. A response that consisted of a flavour that Dipper was praying she would never link to the word "like" or "love".

"Bubblegum."

"You're kidding,"

She shook her head, wearing a satisfied grin on her face. Dipper could barely believe that he'd just heard that with his own ears. How could somebody as perfect as Pacifica enjoy the dreaded bubble gum ice cream? It was like an ice cream nightmare.

"I can't believe you like Bubblegum. Out of all of the flavours, Bubblegum." Dipper began, "What's compelling about it? Nothing! There is nothing good or-"

"Dipper, you like Vanilla." Pacifica replied, flicking his forehead and snickering, "Besides, that makes me curious. What do you hate about bubblegum?"

Dipper's cheeks turned bright red all of the sudden, letting her know she had something to hide. He wished they wouldn't became little heat lamps whenever he thought of something he regretted, but they did.

"Come on, Dipper." She pushed, not knowing if this was actually something embarrassing to him or what. "It's just a question. We are supposed to be learning some stupid, basic things about each other."

He glanced at her again before letting out a small sigh. He forced himself to sit up, to look her in the eye.

"Bubblegum was my favourite growing up, actually," He admitted, biting his lip a little, "It's Mabel's, too. We'd eat it all the time as it was so hot all the time. The joys of California, right?"

She nodded in agreement.

"To put the long story short, we got sick on it. Multiple times. At a party." He murmured, "And of course I got sick-"

"In front of a pretty girl," Pacifica finished, knowing where the story was going. He nodded, letting her know that that was what happened.

"Wow, Dip," She replied, blowing at some of her blonde hair that had gotten in her face, "You have some seriously awful luck with pretty girls."

He shrugged a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't sure whether he should say what he was thinking, even though he knew... He knew how she felt about him. She'd flat-out admitted it to him, when she'd thought he was dying.

"Though my previous luck wasn't perfect," He began nervously, his voice shaking, "I think my luck right now isn't too bad, because here I am, sitting with a pretty girl and talking about how atrocious the ice cream flavour Bubblegum is."

This time, it was Pacifica's turn to blush. She tried to reply, to say something, but her words were a jumbled mess. How could she ever make a response out of those words when Dipper's comment had caused her thinking to mess up?

"Yeah," She finally managed to breathe out, the whole thing sounding quite airy and light, like she couldn't believe what he'd said. And she couldn't.

"Do you think... I could have more luck?" Dipper questioned, looking at her, knowing what he wanted to do next. Pacifica looked like she was ready too.

The two started to lean forwards, closing their eyes gently, knowing that this was finally it. It felt like they'd been waiting forever. It would be the first time that their lips would connect. Dipper couldn't help but wonder how soft hers would be when they were up against his own. He tilted his head a little, ready to link his mouth to hers, but a loud snap of a twig interrupted as Pacifica's eyes snapped open.

She whipped her head around, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"My parents!" She whispered frantically, hopping to her feet. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him up.

Dipper glanced over at the trees as he started to hear more shouts of her name. It was definitely her parents.

"Come on," She urged him, tugging on his arm, "We've gotta go!"

He took one final stare at the forest before running away with her at his side, the only thought in his mind being two words:

So close.

A/N: I am sorry for being a kiss-trolling queen. Just kidding. #sorrynotsorry