I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

The Keyhole

They continued their walk, seeing Dipper's house in the distance. His neighborhood, unlike the rest of the town, had been left completely unscathed being that they lived on the boarder of Gravity Falls, away from all of the poor people. Obviously.

"I keep forgetting how big your house is." Pacifica mused, pulling away from his hand to plant them on her hips. She gave a small pout, envying the mansion in all its glory.

"Well- yeah, I guess. I don't know, though. It's weird having people come over and clean it for you. Sort of puts you on edge." Dipper shrugged his shoulders, earning a playful scoff on Pacifica's end.

"Oh, what-ever!" She laughed. "You're lucky you don't have to clean your own room or any of that crap. I bet they treat you like a prince in there-!" She stopped herself, seeing the slight flicker of pain in his eyes when she said that.

That was the exact opposite of what happened in there, and she knew it. Clearing her throat, she tried to redeem herself.

"I mean- I bet it's nice not having to work or anything..." She mumbled awkwardly.

"I have a job, Paz. I'm a walking tourist trap, remember?" He smiled sweetly, gesturing to himself. Pacifica mentally kicked herself, wishing she hadn't said anything at all, only for Dipper to nudge her.

"You wanna come inside for a bit?" Pacifica looked up, seeing Dipper's hand on the door handle, and for a moment she had no idea what he meant.

"Come... inside? Like, the house? You're inviting me into the house?" She asked.

Dipper chuckled at her, rolling his eyes as he went on.

"Yes, genius. Inside the house." His head jerked towards the door's frame, smiling all the while.

"Sorry. It's just-... Sort of weird being invited. I usually just- pop up, you know?"

"Like when you crawled through my window?" He asked jokingly, taking his hand off the handle to slump against the door's wooden frame. She looked over him for a moment, admiring his figure.

He looked absolutely gorgeous, smiling as his eyes met hers through the curls of his hair. She tried not to linger on it too long, but with the way his right arm was snapped behind his back, it made his chest pop out just slightly, expanded and broad. A lovely feature coupled beautifully with his feminine waist line.

She blushed, forcing her eyes away from his form and back to his face, a knowing grin stretching out his lips.

"Very smooth." He winked, acknowledging her obsession with his appearance.

She went silent, scratching her head as she shifted her attention to anything but him. She saw a cicada on the house's pillar, watching it awkwardly as Dipper continued to grin.

"So, yes or no? You coming or what?" Again, he jerked his head at the door, directing her attention to what laid before it.

"Well, what are we gonna do if I come?" And, before she could fully process her own words, they carried over to Dipper and made his grin even wider. A slight tint of pink stretched over his cheeks and either ear, his eyes sparkling with good humor as he cocked an eyebrow playfully. Pacifica on the other hand quickly found herself tripping over her next set of words.

"I mean-! I didn't mean it like that! I didn't mean it like-! We can just mess around! I mean play around! I mean fuck around! I-I mean- Ugh! I DIDN'T MEAN SEX! We don't have to sex unless you want to! I-I mean-! Goddamn it! Let's just watch a movie, okay!?" She fumbled out, burning red in embarrassment. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, Dipper's ears perking up at her proclamation.