I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Nod to the deal

~Trigger Warning: *Sexual scene*~

(A/N: For some of this stuff to make a little more sense and not seem like I'm just pulling all of this stuff out of thin air with Dipper's past, I recommend re-reading the chapter "Dipper's Fault")

The hug was short, but our conversation was long. I couldn't even recall everything we talked about that night, only the feeling. I'd apologies once again, and she'd wave it off with a smile. She'd crack a joke, and I'd politely laugh. We swapped thought bubbles between each other for hours, seemingly never running out of material. I talked about Mabel, and she talked about Gideon. I pulled out every possible question I could ask, and attempted to retain every answer. She lives on the sunnier side of California and has a pet chicken. Her favorite food is sugar. Her favorite color is a rainbow. She only brushes her teeth with bubblegum toothpaste. She puts nutella on her toast. She has a special brush for her stuffed animals, and a special-special brush for her favorites. She's sometimes vegan, depending on what her mom cooks. Her hair smells like vanilla and I would never in my life ask her why.

Our talk could've gone on for an hour more at least, if I hadn't gotten the call. We were just in the middle of a laugh, when I felt the buzz of my side pocket. I begrudgingly slid my hand in and pulled out my phone. "Hello?" Her voice was eerie, yet seductive. "Hey, baby." My face went pale, her chilling voice raising goosebumps. Candy. Fucking Candy. Or, more so, I-don't-want-to-fuck-Candy. Pacifica gave me a look, and I could tell she knew who it was. Shit.... Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiiiit. I responded to her face, mouthing 'I don't know what to do'. She sighed in frustration, pulling my hand with the phone closer towards her. With a clumsy tap, she clicked the 'speaker' button and backed away. Grinning awkwardly, she mouthed back, 'I'll help.'

I took in a breath, readying myself. "What do you want?" I looked at Pacifica for reassurance. I had to make it absolutely clear how I felt towards her. Pacifica gave a small thumbs up in encouragement and shuffled me on. "How's it been, Dipper? Haven't seen you since the party. What've you been up to?" I leaned into the phone, mildly conflicted. "Uuuuuh.... Stuff? I don't know. Why do you care?" She gave a sighing laughter, amused by my arrogant response. "Oh, Dipper." I could hear the gross familiarity in her voice as she continued. "You're not still mad about our little talk, are you? I promise I didn't mean it." She sounded sickly mischievous and sweet. I looked at Pacifica, hoping for another thumbs up. Instead, she looked about as lost as I was. She didn't even know what we were talking about.

"Yeah. Sure." I scoffed, hoping to come off as hostile, but she kept pursuing. "What are you wearing?" Fuck. I looked down at myself, before Pacifica grabbed my attention. She pointed all over her body, before putting her hands together and making a sleeping position. "Huh? Oh! Uh... Pj's?" Pacifica smiled wide, happy I got the message. "I'm coming over." Her smile instantly faded. Her hands crossed in an 'X' as she mouthed 'No' in a whispering yell.

"Uh, no the fuck you're not." I said.

"Uh, yes the fuck I am." Candy retorted.

Pacifica continued to flail her arms and make symbols for things I no longer had time to process. It wasn't until I saw her make a breaking simple with her hands that I got the message.

"Candy, I'm breaking up with you."

Silence took over the line.

"Candy? Did you hear me?"

I heard some rustling in the background, Candy shifting in her bed.

"I'm hanging up, Candy."

As I prepared to end the call, I heard her sour voice bubble over the speaker.