Dipcifica One-Shots

"I refuse to sit on this filthy furniture while I am here."

"Dippin' Dots, isn't Pacifica supposed to be here in like... Two minutes and five seconds?"

"Wait, what?!" Dipper yelped, scrambling to his feet. "I haven't showered or gotten myself ready or anything, I'm a total mess!"

Mabel folded her arms across her chest. "Well why didn't you think of cleaning yourself up earlier? Did you forget that you guys were hanging out today?"

"Yes!" He replied, rushing up the stairs. There was no time to shower, so he just  rubbed deodorant on his body and hoped for the best. He brushed his teeth quickly and almost chugged mouthwash, swishing it around and then spitting it out. Maybe he'd have just enough time to slip on his hat and hide his mess of tangles.

"Mabel!" He shouted angrily, "Where's my hat?"

"I don't know!" She called back as the doorbell rang, "Pacifica's here!"

"I'm aware!" He yelled back grudgingly, looking for his hat. He checked around his bed, and around Mabel's bed, but he couldn't find anything. Just great. Pacifica was the richest girl in town, he should be doing his best to leave a good impression of her. He'd never really cared about these things before, but all of the sudden, he felt like he had to make her feel like he was actually trying.

"Dipper, c'mon. You don't keep a Northwest lady waiting," Pacifica called up the stairs. He could practically hear her rolling her eyes with impatience. Some days, she was sharper and more like her parents than others. Those were usually the days that there had been some sort of conflict within her home. It seemed like today was going to be one of those days.

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming!" He replied, rushing down the stairs as fast as he could, knowing he didn't look too presentable. "I'm here."

He expected some sort of snotty remark or a scoff, maybe a giggle from Mabel, but Pacifica overall didn't react too much to his messy appearance. What a relief.

"It's nice to see you again, Dipper." She murmured quietly, not really looking at him or Mabel. Her eyes were focused on the window, more specifically on the outdoors. Behind her eyes, he knew there was some kind of emotion. It looked like it could be sadness or fear or worry.

"I'm gonna go," Mabel said gently, "You know, so you two can have some time alone." She smiled sweetly before walking up the stairs to go knit a new sweater. This meant that Dipper and Pacifica were left together... Alone.

Awkwardly, Dipper lead Pacifica in to the living room. He figured that as long as everybody stayed out of the room, he could talk to her and find out what was wrong. He plopped himself down on the large chair that Grunkle Stan liked to lounge in, moving over so Pacifica could sit down with him, too.

She glanced at the spot beside him, shrugged a little and plopped herself down on his lap, swinging her legs so they were hanging over the side. "Pacifica, what are you doing?!" Dipper yelped with surprise, his cheeks burning a bright pink colour. She simply folded her arms across her chest.

"I refuse to sit on this filthy furniture while I am here." She said. It was kind of cute, but it was also a typical "my-parents-have-been-bad-to-me" symptom. Dipper couldn't decide what to do, so he just let her stay there, and make herself comfortable. He was feeling awkward with her just sitting on his lap, especially since Grunkle Stan could walk in at any minute.

"Pacifica, is everything okay?" He asked carefully, looking up at her, making sure he looked caring. He wanted to make sure that she wouldn't be able to resist his big brown eyes.

"Y-yes," She replied, darting her eyes away from his, "Everything is fine. It's just your furniture... So disgusting."

"Then why don't you help me clean up the place?" He questioned, using it as a test to see what she would say. She didn't usually object to do things with him.