Dipcifica: Book 1

Chapter 11: The Not So New Girl

Dipper's POV 

It's been three hours and I can't get that new girl out of my head. Who was she? What does she want? Do I know her from Piedmont? Is she one of Mabel's friends from back home? No, it can't be, we were the only ones on the bus from Piedmont. I got so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice Pacifica coming up into the attic to talk to me. 

"Hey Dip, whatcha thinkin' about?" Her presence jolted me back to reality and I realized she was here. In my attic. While I was sitting I my my boxers and a shirt. I nearly rolled off my bed I an attempt to hide my scantily clad body. "Oh relax Dipper, I'm your girlfriend not your sister. I can handle seeing a little skin. You forget I'll be seeing much more in the near future." She winked at me and laughed at her innuendos. I merely rolled my eyes in response.  

"I was trying  to figure out who that girl from earlier was. Is there anything you need?" Immediately after I asked I regretted it. Right after the words left my mouth Pacifica had taken three steps forward and was right on top of me with a look of intense rage on her face.

"You listen here, boy. I am your girlfriend, not some random bimbo your sister hangs out with! Now you're going to get dressed and we're going to go to a big party across town and I had better be the only girl you can't get out of your head! Got it? Good." 

"Okay I get that, but why do I feel like I'm being mugged?" I knew it was a serious moment but that question just slipped out. After she left to 'chat' with Mabel about her friend choices, I got up to get dressed. After multiple outfits and several judgmental looks towards said outfits, I was finally given the okay by Pacifica on what to wear. I guess rich people don't like vests because at least four of my selected outfits included my new one. Eventually, Pacifica got me to wear a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled to my elbows, a pair of black skinny jeans, and my red Converse. She made sure we matched and wore a red dress that stopped at her mid thigh and had a sort of belt made from black jewels around her waist. To top it all off, she wore black heels and black eyeshadow. Her dress was relatively tight and hugged her body in all the right places. As usual, she looked beautiful.  Almost too beautiful. Like she was trying to impress someone. Maybe that's just my detective's paranoia kicking in, but it seems like she wanted all the attention on her. And believe me, she sure was going to get it. As we were walking down, we ran into the exact people Pacifica had told me to avoid. Mabel's friends. 

"Aww, Dipper doesn't look like a nerd. I guess there's a first for everything," Grenda teased. She elbowed Mabel and the other one and winked a couple times. "What do you think Candy? Isn't my brother just dashing?" Mabel put emphasis on 'dashing', but that's not what left me in shock. What really surprised me was that this uh... curvaceous young woman was the same nerdy girl that had tried , and ultimately failed after all my other side pieces came back, to flirt with me  two summers ago back on Grunkle Stan's revenge trip. Puberty hit her like a truck! Girl looked good. So good, that if I wasn't dating Pacifica, may have been girlfriend material.