Dipper's Summer Love

The Life Long Love

I am going to stop you there Mr. Pines. I already know your choice." Says Will.

"...How do you know that?" I ask.

"I have been through all possibilities; I have seen every outcome of this choice. I must say you have an interesting life and some very interesting choices." He says resting on his cane. "So, do we have a deal Mr. Pines?"

"...Yea, we have a deal." I say outstretching my hand. Will snaps his fingers and a yellow flame engulfs his hand. He outstretches his hand gripping mine firmly as the world around me changes. Random colors flying by Will and I. I look around in amazement at the stary world flying around us. Will let go of my hand leaning on his cane as the colors started to change, from random colors and darkness to brown, details started forming as objects started floating into the room. Dressers, beds, nightstands, doors, everything seemed to be made of an old wood. The room started to morph into Mabel and my room. I turned to look at Will who was standing behind me now.

"Goodnight Mr. Pines. I hope you chose wisely." Will said as his finger tapped my forehead. Darkness surrounded my vision as I fell backwards onto my bed. The second I hit the bed my eyes shot open.

Sun was slipping in through the triangle window in our room. I look around the room, nothing looked out of the ordinary. I turned to my left and saw Mabel cuddled up with me. I leaned forward and gave her a little kiss on the forehead, this caused her to squirm tightening her grip on me. I smiled lightly to myself as the memories of the past couple of days started flooding my mind. My smile changed to a frown, my emotions changing quickly. I turn to my right lifting my phone off of my nightstand silencing my alarm before it goes off in a couple minutes. I peel myself away from Mabel's grasp as I replace my body with my pillow, watching her cuddle into it like a baby with its favorite toy. I smiled to myself as I walked over to my dresser to grab a tank top and socks. I slip them on, grabbing my headphones, arm band, and pre-workout. As I walked down the stairs I had to think of a way to get Pacifica back. I had to see her in the forest again. I had to see those eyes looking into my own again. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I walked over to grab a glass from the cabinet. After filling it with water I dumped a few scoops of my pre-workout...I didn't pay much attention to how much. My mind was a little more than a wreck.

I just shook my head as I downed my drink, spitting it out shortly after realizing I never actually mixed it.

"It's going to be a long day..." I say to myself.

I grabbed a spoon and mixed what was left of the powder into the drink. I finished off the, now mixed, drink. I strapped my phone to my arm as I pulled my headphone jack through my tank top sleeve and under my armband strap sliding it into the headphone jack. I put my headphones into my ears as I started listening to my music, letting the words and rhythms calm down my sadness and anger.

I stretched letting my muscles loosen up. I stood up looking around, enjoying the world around me for a second. The green of the pine trees filling my vision, the sun still behind the trees peeking through in some places; the sky was a nice blue with a hint of orange. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose, letting the cool morning air seep into my lungs, almost feeling like its slowly freezing them, the scent of pine and dirt filling my nostrils. Nothing calms me down the look and sound of nature.

I opened my eyes again as I started jogging down the street towards the edge of town. My determination driving me as my head filled with different possibilities of how I could get Pacifica back. I could do the same thing I did last time, I could just wing it, or maybe I could pick up flowers, no that won't work I didn't bring my wallet. Maybe I can ask Mabel...that is a horrible idea. Ughh, why is this so hard. She is just another person, why is it so hard for me to come up with something to talk to her about. Maybe I should just tell her how I feel outright; I mean that has to work right? Yea, I don't think so.