I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Birds! (Pt.2)

Pacifica paced about the shack, massaging her hands anxiously. She turned to her phone, the bedazzled brick's antenna snapped up against the wall, lying on the bed.

"He'll be fine... He'll be fine. The only reason he'd call me is if something went wrong..." She threw herself on the bed, draping her arm over her eyes. Her shift didn't start until twelve on sundays, which left her with plenty of time to relax. That is, if she could get him out of her head. Which was hard. They'd only known each other for as long as the summer had run, and yet felt a connection. A very... odd connection. But, nonetheless, a connection. Like the love story of a unicorn and a vampire. Kinda wrong, but kinda sweet. She began to smile.

"He's fine. I'm sure he's fine..." She sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She waltzed over to the window, leaning her face towards the glass. It was murky. A solum blue. The kind that could swallow you whole if you let it. It seemed soft and cozy, yet left a strange taste in her mouth. Something seemed wrong about today. She turned to her alarm clock. It wasn't even ten yet. Two whole hours of doing nothing, waiting for Dipper to call her because she only gave him her number, and not vice versa. She could walk to his house, but feared the worse. If his grunkle Stan or Mabel answered, she wouldn't know what to do. That's when her phone rang. She dove for it, her face mashing into the sheets as her phone tweeted it's shrill rings. She looked at the collar ID, an unknown number flashing at her. It had to be him.

"Oh Shit. Oh Shit. Oh Shit!" Pacifica went on, bouncing to her feet.

"Alright. Calm down. We got this." She said, taking a breath. She pressed the "answer" button, lying back on her bed.

"Hellooooooo?" She began, only to panic. "Wait! No! Let me try that again!" She heard cawing in the background. The caller didn't respond instantly, a few muffled screams just beyond the speaker.

"PAZ!? Where are you?!" Shattered glass came from the background.

"Dipper? Are you okay?"

"No time to explain! I- SHIT! Paz! Paz, listen! I'm gonna need- uh- Lighter fluid-" A grown man's gurgled screams rose from the background. "A weedwacker-" A car engine's bark stretched on, hearing a familiar voice shout, "It won't start!" Dipper's voice snapped away from the receiver, pointed at the person. "DAMN IT! Turn on the windshield wipers!" Their bickering began to escalate.

"Dipper? Dipper, what's going on!?" Pacifica persisted.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Coat hangers! Lots and lots of coat hangers! And- maybe some bread? Whole wheat, probably? I-I don't know. Wendy, whole wheat or the white stuff?" A moment of incoherent mumbling before he snapped back to the phone. "Okay! Forget the bread! Just-"

"Dipper! I think I got it!" Wendy's shaking voice confirmed. A blackened cough came from what sounded like a car engine's kick starting.

"Fuck yes! Punch it!" Dipper cheered.

With that, there was a huge crashing sound, and the receiver cut off.

"...Dipper?" Pacifica questioned, holding her phone shakily. No response.

"Hello?!" She tried to breath, but found herself uneven and confused. "What the- What the fuck?! Holy shit, what the FUCK?!" She flopped on top of her bed, trying to make sense of what had just happened on the other end of that conversation. Nothing seemed to fit. Then, footsteps.

"Pacifica!" Gideon burst through the doors. Pacifica screamed, julting from her bed, phone still clutched to her chest.

"Jesus! You scared me-"