I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Party (Pt. 2)

Candy and I bumped into each other shortly after Gideon and I departed, which was just as well. I couldn't have someone like her see me with someone like... Gideon. He's a real dork, that boy, and knowing him on a first-name bases is dangerous in itself. Candy's really sweet, but if she knew I even talked him, my whole fib about being rich and low-key famous would go right out the window. I have to keep this up, just until the end of the summer. Luckily, Candy didn't even seem to notice Gideon was at the party. Her mind was elsewhere at the moment. "Have you seen Dipper? I saw him in the crowd a second ago, but he disappeared." She complained, gripping my shoulders as a way to emphasize her frustration.

In a moment of realization, I was met with a shock of remembrance. Dipper. He was at this party.... After what had happened this afternoon, I didn't know how I felt about being in the same room as him. He seemed a little unstable at the time, angry even, to the point where he might actually be hateful towards me. I'm sure it was all in my head, but it still felt so... real. Like he had actually said it, even though everyone in the room knew he hadn't. No one heard it. His lips didn't even move, so how could he possibly-

Gideon... He told me something about them once. They were... Dangerous? Surely, at this point, I could conclude that they had some weird connection with strange things in this town. But, then again, all I had seen was a pack of gnomes, which could have just as easily been a couple of short old men. Maybe this town was normal and they were just scams. It would make a fair amount of sense. But... Something still bugs me. It's a fuzzy feeling really, that feeling of being just out of reach of something. A word you can't quite remember, though you may have a vague idea of what it starts with. The mumbled lyrics to a song you heard once or twice on the radio which you filled in with free-styled poetry. The name of a historical figure or artist who's name eludes you.

I felt like I could grasp it, I was so close. A lost memory long forgotten. A dream I had had a night or two ago. What was it about? I can see a forest when I squint my eyes shut, strands of blue string littering the tree's branches. I feel something, as if a warmth wrapped around my waist, tugging at my heart strings. I strain every muscle in my brain to create some... explanation for it. The warmth that wraps around me like a womb of soft silk and a scent... Like flowers. Roses? Poppies? Daisies? Daisies... I had daisies... Someone gave me daisies... Who...?

I close my eyes for a moment, getting the full picture for a mere millisecond before it splashes to a white page again. I can see it, and then I loose it. It feels like trying to grip onto sand, but it keeps slipping through the palms of my hands.... Huh. That rhymed... Kinda like a... poem. I feel like someone recited a poem to me before.... How did it go...? I press my eye lids together, building up pressure behind them as my brain works on over-time for the first time since summer break began. Forest. Poetry... Daisies.

Dipper. The forest. It was all coming back to me. There was something... a Gobremlin or Gremgrooblim. Maybe both. Maybe neither. I had seen one. In the forest. Dipper was there. We ran. We beat it with... I think it was a stuffed dolphin...? Nonetheless, we beat it. And after that... he... did something. Knocked me out, I think, with some kind of powder. No, a smoke. He... created it... from himself. His breath made some kind of gas... I remember it now. It was blue. He was blue. His eyes... were blue. What had he done to me? What had he done... to himself? Was Dipper... could he be... Magic?

"PACIFICA!!!!" Candy shrieked, shaking me vigorously as she spat venom at me. "LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" She continued angrily. I hadn't even noticed how spaced out I was. How long had I been- "Come on! You're helping me find Dipper! He's at this party, I know it!" She stated in a stern tone, grabbing my wrist with force, as if she were my father or something. I didn't resist her advances, continuing to follow her blindly. How could I not? She was a dear friend in need of assistance and I was her dumb sheep, ready to jump into action at any time.