Demigod Falls {Completed}

CH. 13

When I wake up, my digital clock says 6:18 AM. I put on a clean orange tank top and jeans. I pull my hair back into its usual ponytail and lace on my sneakers. Once I finish, Pacifica knocks at the door.

"Come in," I say.

Pacifica is still in her pajamas, which is a fuzzy tan sweater with a llama on it and purple shorts.

"Wow! Do you always wake up this early? Even on Summer vacation?" She asks.

"Yup. In fact, I overslept by 18 minutes today."

"Wow," she says again, "Well, I just wanted to ask how you slept last night."

"Uh, fine..." I lie.

"Let me guess. It was so bad you had to go escape into the woods for comfort"

I wince. "It's not that it was bad, I just missed home, I guess."

"Oh. I saw you climb out the window. It looks like you have experience." she says suspiciously.

"What? Me? Of course not... Aaannnd Dipper told Mabel who told you."

"Are you really a demigod? Like from the Greek legends?" she asks excitedly.

"Of course."

"OOH! I WANT ANOTHER PONY! MAKE ONE APPEAR!"

"First of all, ANOTHER? And second of all, it doesn't work that way. I can't make a pony appear out of thin air. Although, my sister's boyfriend can probably tell one to come to your house. Theoretically speaking."

"CALL HIM!"

"If I do, a monster will come attack us."

"Liar."

"Using a cell phone would be like sending up a flare that says 'COME ATTACK THIS HALF-BLOOD AND HER COUSIN!'"

"Ugh. Fine," she says, "Come on, let's go get breakfast."

When we get to the stairs, Pacifica sits on one of the banisters.

"Are you coming?" she asks impatiently.

I shrug. Sure, why not? I take a seat on the other banister and slide downstairs.

Breakfast is served by the chef. I've never had such fancy pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice.

Breakfast tastes better at Camp Half Blood.

After breakfast, and after Pacifica gets dressed, we ride to the shack. When we arrive, I start to get off, but Pacifica says, "Wait. Don't get off."

She whips out her cell phone and calls Mabel.

"This is Agent Llama. Operation MAKEOVER will begin as soon as Agent Shooting Star is ready." Then there is silence as "Agent Shooting Star" speaks.

"Mabel, are you sure it's a good idea? ...Okay. I trust you guys."

"'You guys'?" I ask, using air quotes, bewildered.

In a split second, Mabel, Dipper, and two other girls are in the limo with us.

"Isabelle, this is Candy," says Mabel, pointing at one of the girls. Candy is wearing a green tank top, jeans, and combat boots. Her black hair is shoulder length and the tips are green. She has a gray beanie on her head and a pair of those hipster glasses.

"Hey," she says.

"AND I'M GRENDA!" says a deep voice. The voice belongs to a big girl in a pink dress, flats, and a denim jacket. Her brown hair is in a messy bun.

"We're going to make sure you make good fashion choices!" says Candy.

"Like your fairy godhipsters!" adds Mabel, who is dressed in a purple long-sleeved shirt and jeans. Her braided hair has rainbow extensions in it. She has an emoji sticker on each cheek, and feathered earrings hang from her ears.

"Mabel, you look so different from yesterday!" I say.

"Oh," she says, "That was just for old time's sake. It's been a year since last summer, after all!"

Dipper, who is writing in his journal, is wearing a familiar t-shirt with a familiar upside down house on it, a red flannel shirt, jeans, and black converse identical to mine.

"You like The Neighbourhood?" I ask.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! That's one of my favorite bands!"

"Mine too."

"OOOHHH! WE CAN GET YOU A SHIRT, THEN!" Says Mabel.

As the girls discuss the different possibilities of outfits "we could get", Dipper shoots me a weary glance. It's going to be a long day.  

A/N: Okay, updates will be getting even less frequent because I had everything pre-written. I just copied and pasted. I can now take suggestions. Any ships or references? YOU WILL NOT BE IGNORED! CX! Also, comment if you got the subtle June 18th reference!