Pacifica's POV
It's December, and I am freezing. Sure, I have a jacket on, but it isn't working. Not during this cold weather. I was originally walking around town when I realized I was starting to feel freezing cold.
I look around and see the Mystery Shack nearby. I sigh.
'its a desperate moment, I have to.. fine.' I think to myself. I walk to the Mystery Shack and knock on the door, with Dipper soon opening it. His face slightly drops at the sight of me, which makes sense, I don't like him either. I think. Although, for some reason, I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and heat on my cheeks.
We're 17 now, and Dipper looks much more handsome...
wait, what?
"It's cold. I will pay you to let me in." I say, wanting to get to the point. The annoyance in Dipper's face fades and he opens the door fully, letting me in. He lets me sit down on the couch and grabs me some hot cocoa.
"Hm, weird, I thought the dork hated me." I tease, smirking.
"Shut--shut up.." he mumbles. I could see him blushing, which makes me smile softly.
Dork..
"Well, thanks." I take the hot cocoa from his hand, accidentally brushing my fingers against him during the process.
And here comes the butterflies, once again. "Hey, why don't you sit with me? You have a guest over, don't you?" Okay, the truth is, I did kind of want him to be with me.. But it's not like I like him, I have taste.
"Uh, ok, sure." He shrugs and sits beside me. Our hands were already so close to touching I could just feel his presence if I only closed my eyes.
My senses heightened a bit. I look at him awkwardly.
"So.." I didn't know what to say.
"Why were you outside, anyways?" He asks.
"I just wanted to go for a walk. it wasn't as cold when I first started walking." I brush a bit of hair behind my ear.
"Oh."
It goes silent again.
"Well, it's.. nice to have you here." Dipper smiles, scratching his neck awkwardly.
Why are awkward dorks suddenly cute?
I chuckle a bit.
"Thanks. It's nice to be here." I say, unconsciously scooching a little closer to Dipper. He does the same, and we don't even notice anything. He hesitantly brings his hand up to hold my cheek, making me blush.
Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!
I panic in my mind before leaning in. He does too and we lock eyes for a minute before pulling away.
"Sorry, sorry! I-I wasn't thinking.." Dipper says, turning red. He was about to leave, but I quickly pulled him in by his hand and kissed him on the lips. He kisses back and holds my cheek once again.
It felt amazing for a while until his sister, Mabel came in.
"Oh my gosh, SCRAPBOOK-ORTUNITY!!" Mabel squeals and takes a photo.
"Does she always do this?" I whisper to Dipper, who nods.
I roll my eyes and hug Dipper.
(A/N:hi guys! I hope this was a good chapter for my first ever one-shot book! That's all, have a nice day/night!)
