Chapter 16 - Road Trip

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Getting up at 5:30 A.M. had not been Mabel's idea. That was for dang sure. "Mabel," Dipper whispered loudly, "It's time to get up." Maybe if she ignored him he would go away. "C'mon Mabel, I still have to go downstairs and make up the couch I slept on." Dipper sighed as she heard his hand slap his forehead gently as he facepalmed. Dipper continued softly, "Though if Pacifca takes any longer in the bathroom I'll probably still be waiting for the shower when I'm done.

Mabel deduced Pacifica had already woken up. She peeked to see her brother's bed Pacifica had slept on already made. It was a right side neater than Dipper usually left it with the corners of the sheets mitered and the pillow symmetrically placed in line with the rigidly squared sheets.

Mabel squeezed her eyes shut tight knowing Dipper would not be leaving soon. "All right Mabel you asked for it." Mabel's eyes flashed open instantly as Dipper's firm hands gripped her thin ankles tightly. He went to pull her off the bed but quick as a flash, she latched her skinny arms onto the underside of the bedboard clamping herself in place. Dipper pulled her legs but she held on with a robust grip of determination and resolve. She tried to pull her legs back but Dipper was too strong for her. He pulled harder. She almost lost her grip on the headboard but dug her fingers and palms into the frame with a vice grip. The entire bed moved two feet across the floor screeching all the way till Dipper stopped dragging her. "M'mon Mabel we're getting too old for this!" Dipper said wearily with a hint of frustration.

Mabel huffed, "Fine, but I get to sleep in the trailer with my head on your lap for you waking me up so early." Dipper grumbled, "Awe c'mon Mabel it gets so hot and dusty in that old trailer. The AC needed a freon flush like eight years ago but we both know grunkle Stan is too cheap to get one. I'll get all hot and sweaty with you sleeping on me."

Pacifica poked her head around the corner at the commotion. Dipper turned around, then realizing it was Pacifica jumped slightly. He was wearing his shorts and a teeshirt he had slept in and felt particularly vulnerable standing there in front of the blonde beauty. She had already done her makeup. She had a purple hair band pinning down her hair in the front while the back was drawn into her usual fanned-out ponytail.

No wonder she spent so much time in the bathroom. Dipper couldn't help but think if he had that much hair to manage it would be cumbersome. The look however was something only Pacifcia could pull off.

Despite the fact that they told Pacifica they were going camping she had worn an outfit very similar to the golfing one she had worn for their 'put hut' face-off when she and Mabel had declared war on each other. This outfit however sported a checkered polo with small white and purple checkers. The skirt was white and fairly similar to the one she had worn when she was younger albeit more contouring to her adult figure. That gave Dipper pause. Instead, he distracted himself with her socks which happened to look almost identical to the ones she had worn for the after-hours mini-golf competition. The only difference was they were now adult-size. They still boasted the same pink color with vertical black diamonds on them.

Dipper tried to say good morning but his voice squeaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Good morning Pacifica." Mabel meanwhile snickered derisively. Dipper simply let go of her legs. She fell to the floor with a tumbling series of thuds. Grunkle stan hit the ceiling with a broom. "You two quit horsing around and get down her. This trailer isn't going to pack itself."

Pacifica grinned at the twins and said. "Do you two always sport an entertainment act this early?" Dipper shook his head. "Hopefully not," he said frowning at Mabel as she picked herself up off the floor sheepishly. Dipper offered her a hand up and helped her stand straight. As he did he winced. "Oh, my back!" Dipper groaned. "Pacifica looked at Dipper with concern. "Dipper are you all right?"

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