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“What do you even want me to say” Pacifica adjusted her hair, and scooted around the bed. “Wow i don’t belive my ears, Pacifica Northwest is camera shy.” Dippers voice came from behind the camera.
“I’m not, you’re just filming me like a total weirdo” Pacifica rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips twitched.
“I just want to have a nice memory before I leave” he turned the camera on himself “She’s heartless. I’m leaving for a month, and she can’t be bothered” “I’m bothered! I don’t want you to be an appetizer for the chupacabra” she exclaimed.
“Last time I checked I didn’t have a pair of horns and my name wasn’t Gompers” He replied, then made a shocked face. “Pacifica Northwest is flipping me a bird, what has this world come to.” “Shut up nerd” She took the camera out of his hands and turned it towards her face.
“I can’t believe you’d rather investigate goat poop than hang out with your gorgeous girlfriend” she looked at him, raising her brows. Dipper threw himself next to her, his face buried in a pillow.
“I plan on coming back y’know?” He lifted his head, looking up at her.
“I don’t know where you get all this confidence from.” Her eyes met his, and her hair fell upon her face. Dipper pulled himself up and put a strand of her hair behind her ear. Pacifica set the camera in front of them and put her head on his shoulder. “I’m going to miss you, a lot.” She said, half to him, half to the camera. “I’ll miss you the most when I’ll be playing mini golf with Mabel, and step on your smelly sock, or when I’ll look towards the woods.” Northwest sighed and pushed Dippers face with her palm. “This is stupid.” He grabbed her hand awkwardly and put it away.
“We don’t have to do it, don’t worry.” He stammered and reached for the device.” She grabbed his face and kissed him lightly.
“Don’t be stupid. Sorry if I ruined it.” She said sheepishly.
“It’s perfect.” Dipper smiled, revealing a row of silver braces, and clicked off the camera. The screen of the computer went dark, snapping Pacifica out of her mindless state. She quickly closed the tab. It had felt as though she was ripping off a bandaid off a wound. Instead of blood, she was bleeding out grief for the brief period of time in her life, when she fell asleep and woke up happy. Now she was hiking 10 miles a day, in the scorching Utah sun, wishing she could just fall off a cliff. Every night, she prayed that Dipper hasn’t abandoned her in his thoughts, that he hasn’t moved on.
The program counselors gave everyone one of their devices back, to encourage good behavior. It had felt like a vile psychological torture. She resented the yellow sleeping bag she had to sleep in, missing the overly soft mattress she had at the Mystery Shack. Hot tears poured out of her eyes, and onto her sunburnt cheeks. She was on the verge of breaking, and loosing it all. Pacifica stood up and walked from behind the bush where she sat. She gave the laptop back to the member of the staff.
“So soon?” The bleached blonde asked, raising an eyebrow, as Pacifica nodded. “Well aren’t you a peach. Keep up the good work and we’ll let your parents know about your progress.” She smiled, showing all of her gums. Her bad spray tan was patchy, and her voice and accent made Pacifica want to punch her in the face.