I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

You, Me, and Satan

*Pacifica's POV*

Gentle foot steps trotted quickly down the stairs, swift and calculated. It seemed almost musical to hear his approach, as if it were a melody. I stood, Candy to the right of me, Grenda on the right of Candy, under the beautiful chandilere which reflected colorful shimmers of light across the walls. I sighed, seeing Dipper's form bounce slightly with every hop he made from step to step on his mohogony stair case. I felt a slight twist in my stomach though, looking over to see Candy who stood proudly in the middle of our trio. She gripped my arm, her nails pinching me slightly, as her gaze swept over every corner of Dipper's body.

She seemed... Eager. Excited, even. I had never questioned her motives to visit Dipper, bringing me along as well. It had only been moments after she dismissed me that she called me back inside so that we could carpool to his house. Perhaps there was an ulternate motive to this whole visit. Of course, I never questioned the oppertunity to see this dude again, even with two other girls attending me. I guess that was a mistake on it's own. I saw, almost in slow motion, Dipper reach the base of the steps, followed shortly after by his sister. What was it? Marble? Maple? Whatever. Her name sucks either way.

I don't like her. Like, at all. But, I digress. Dipper stood still, Marble peaking over his shoulder, almost child-like, Dipper apearing like a mother bird protecting his young. There was silence in the room, short-lived as it was. "Honey!" Candy shouted, her sharp nails close to drawing blood from my veins as she squeezed my arm with excitement. She quickly tossed me and Grenda aside, bouncing up to him with a confident gait. Even as Dipper stood on top of the last step, naturally a head taller than her as well, Candy's spirit seemed to make her seem almost... stronger than him. He smiled sheepishly, though his eyes seemed soulless. Anyone with eyes could tell how uncomfortable he felt around her, even at first glance. Grenda noticed. Maple noticed. I noticed. But Candy was still catching up to the whole idea.

"Evening, Miss Chui. I see you've brought some... guests. Friends of yours?" He answered politly, not one word misplaced. Candy seemed almost hypnotized by his voice, because her snap reaction was to be confused, as if she had only heard the sound and not comprehended the words. "Wha-? Friends? Oh! Them! Yah, they're cool or whatever. Don't worry. I just wanted them to meet my boyfriend before the party..." She finished suductivly, eyeing him as she bit her lip slightly. Dipper didn't seem to do so much as flinch at her words, but Marmalade had already begun to peirce through his shirt with her nails, trying to restrain herself. What was her problem?

"So... What will you be wairing?" She asked, swinging her arms innocently. A slightly pained hiss came from Dipper, reaching to his shoulder which Mantle had dug into. She instantly released her grip, seeing dripplets of blood on the tips of her nails. Dipper felt the place where she had been, reveiling a splotch of red on his palm where he touched it. He tilted his head slightly, scowling at her, which she returned with an awkward smile. As he turned back to Candy, he could see the slight disguist on her face, but she quickly covered it up with an equalling awkward smile.

"Are you gonna... Bandage that?" She asked, tiltig her head puppy-like, obviously trying to seem cute. She reached up to graze the wound, which she did very thorrowly, tracing her finger tips from his stomach to his chest before landing at the spot on the shoulder, which I scoffed at very quietly, as to not be noticed. At this action Dipper did seem to stiffen, almost soldier-like, as she felt at his peircing. But he didn't resist, endurring every small circle she drew against his shoulder with her pointy index finger, the air almost seeming to go cold with every lap her nail spent huvering on his skin. I could almost feel it, her nail on my shoulder, the sensation unescapable. I felt vilolated, seeing her near him, looking at his, talking to him, touching him.

Finally, Dipper broke the cycle, the wound probably throbbing now with too much physical contact. I began to feel kinda dumb, not even acknowledging the possible pain he could feel from that. Even something that seemed so innocent. Dipper placed his hand against Candy's, pushing it towards her chest, a strained expression of forced composer vivid on his features. "I should get this bandaged before it's infected. It's beginning to sting." He said awkwardly, almost frightened. I could almost see it. Candy, a mighty lion picking at it's prey, still alive and trying to escape the inevitable. Dipper, the fretting deer which kicked up dust with every attempt it made to slip from the feline's grasp. Poor thing never had a chance.

"Of course! You need to look your best for the party. Who would've thought? Even siblings bat for each other." Candy spat out, leaving the room suddenly cold and awkward. "........What?" The twins questioned at the same time, taking a step away from each other quickly. "Please! Don't be jealuse girl! Sure, I'm stealing him from you, but digging your fingernails into his shoulder?! Just because you're so angry that you can't even express it, how I'm dating your brother. It's silly!" She exclamed, laughing her head off. She paused for a moment, snapping her head to look at Grenda with poison, signalling for her to follow up. And, just as she had asked, Grenda did. And soon, the room was filled with a robotic, awkward chorus of stail laughter, even though I pretty much wanted to ball up like a rolly polly and die. I made eye contact with Dipper and he was not happy. A straight up death stare, it looked like, pointed directly at me.

I could feel the voice creeping up in the back of my head, a perfect clone of Dipper's smooth voice, now contorted and shredded with anger and spite: 'I hate you...' It left my throat dry and burning, straining to hold back tears. Even in my own mind, the idea of him hating me seemed unbareble. But, somehow, it felt as if he had said it. No strings attached. Just a natural, honest, burning hatered for me as a human being.

Soon after the laughter, Candy churped her goodbyes, babbling on and on about how fun the party'll be, while dragging me and Grenda along by the arm. The doors slammed shut more than harshly, wind brushing my face as the skyward doors came to an unpleseant close. Now, even Candy could feel the sting in the action, an obvious sign of loathing after what she had said. She released our cloths, stretched and wrinkled from her constant grip, only to ball up her fists, mumbling to herself. "GOODBYE!!!!" She shouted heatedly, hoping for a response. Of course, there was none. She stood for a moment, facing the condecending door, only to swing around on her heals towards the limo.

I began to make my way to the limo as well, only for Candy to grab my sleeve once more. To my suprise, she yanked me close to her mouth, to where my ear just barely huvered above her lips. "Dipper. Is. Mine." She hissed, releasing me, only to instantly regain her composure and appear happy and bubble once more. She sauntered off towards the door of the limo, hopping into the mobile, waving her hand for me to join with a smile. And, without even thinking, I swept her action away instantly and went back to thinking she was the nicest friend I had ever had.