Always (2/3)

19: vulgar as ever

19
Dipper

Before Pacifica had even arrived outside my room, that was when Scarlett arrived. It took Mabel about 45 minutes to drop Janessa and Rachel off and find Pacifica. I knew she was going to do that, but I didn't know that she was going to bring her back here.

After I texted Scarlett, it took her 5 minutes to get over to Gleeful Manor. I didn't want to think about anything, and the only way I knew how to do that was to smoke all my worries out the window. But seeing since I didn't have any and I couldn't go buy some, I figured Scarlett would have some on her.

But I had no idea that she'd be in town.

So when she texted me back saying that she was on her way, I was surprised. Pleasantly surprised.

"Haven't seen you in forever." She commented when she first arrived.

"I could say the same to you." I stated coldly. "Where have you been?"

Scarlett shrugged. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty-little head about." She ruffled my hair and smiled to herself. "You grew your hair out."

"You did too." I commented, staring at her long, fiery red locks. "What changed?"

"Nothing." She grinned. "Now, you want one or what?"

"My room." I jerked my head in the general direction of my bedroom.

Scarlett's grin grew wider. "Wow, eager much?"

I rolled my eyes. "I presume you know the way?"

"Yep." She walked past me and ran up the stairs.

I didn't feel guilty. In fact, I felt strangely relieved. I walked up the staircase thinking about everything that had brought me to this exact moment. Funny how everything started with Pacifica. I shook the thoughts from my head as I entered my bedroom.

Scarlett had already did me a favor and unlocked the balcony doors and she was standing with her elbows propped up on the ledge. "Alright, rich boy." She chuckled and seemed to sense my presence. "What's eating you? Other than me," she tipped her head back and laughed loudly.

"Vulgar as ever." I rolled my eyes, a smile appearing on my lips.

"You want one or not?" She scoffed, holding out a cigarette.

I obliged, placing it in my mouth. "Light?"

"No, Dipper," Scarlett frowned while fumbling to pull something out of her back pocket. "I came all this way for you and didn't bring a lighter."

"Sarcastic as ever." I commented.

"Oh, that's not going away, babe." Scarlett tossed long crimson tresses over her shoulder. "There is nothing worse than the smell of burnt hair, can you do something about this?"

It took me a second to figure out what she was talking about. "Your hair?"

"Yeah, Dipshit." She rolled her eyes. "Can you do anything with it?"

I thought about it for a second. "I only know how to do this because of my sister." I split her hair into three sections and began to braid her hair.

"Thanks." She whispered.

"Did you just thank me?" I asked, almost laughing. "The Scarlett Valentino I know does not thank people."

"Do you want me to take it back?" She demanded, moving away from me after I fastened her hair with an elastic she had given me.

I shook my head, "so, can you light it now?"