Looks like we haven't been able to meet again for a couple of days----well weeks.
I sat down with my parent during dinner and no one even dared say a word. All you could hear is the clinging and the clanking of the plates and utensils and the crackling of the flames in the fireplace.
My mother gazed at me with a disgraced look on her face. "Pacifica, sit up straight and don't play with your food."
I followed my mother's orders and shook myself back to reality. "Sorry mother." I muttered and avoided her gaze.
After dinner I went straight upstairs to change my clothes. I decided to go out for a while. This atmosphere is choking the air out of me, I need time to breath.
By the time I finished I faced the mirror and brushed my hair. Looking at my reflection I then thought-- I'm the daughter of the Northwest's. Could this get any better? Sarcastically speaking.
I sighed and stopped brushing, putting down the comb on top of my drawer and headed to my balcony as I saw the sun rise up from the horizon.
__Dipper's POV__
'Oh Pacifica,
You're hair so gold like the sun to my world. . .'
"Damn it." I thorn the page filled with stupid lyrics off the notebook. Honestly, it only has about 2 - 3 pages left! I couldn't even think staight, i continued chewing on my pencil due to this frustration I'm feeling.
"Hey Dipper! Breakfast is ready! Hurry up before I eat your share of the cereal!" Mabel then bursts into our so-called room. She then kicked around some of the crumpled pages on the floor as she entered.
"Woah, Bro, I've never seen you this focus before. What's all this for?" As soon as she took a paper ball, I sntched it from her hands. "Defensive much?"
"N-Nothing. Just research." I continued lying. Though obviously she would already know.
She pouted and raised a brow, giving me a suspicious look.
I sighed. "Fine, well... I was wondering if you could help me with something"
"What is it?" She asked.
"I want to make a song for Pacifica. I want to serenade her."
-2.5 Ends here-
