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Dipper sat across from Pacifica in a booth at Greasy’s. The shitty little Gravity Falls diner had become something of a second home to the 16 year olds with how often they hung out there. Well, a third home in Dipper’s case he supposed. Sometimes he forgot to count his house back in Piedmont.
They’ve been dating for almost 7 months now. Dipper had asked her to be his girlfriend over video chat, and she even managed to say “yes” without making fun of him…okay maybe she made fun of him a little, but only after the serious part of the conversation was over.
Pacifica had just gotten off her shift and was complaining about her day per usual. “And then she was all like, ‘Well, my eggs aren’t seasoned very well.’, and it took all of my willpower not to unscrew the pepper shaker that was *on her table* and dump the whole thing on her plate.” She groaned.
“What did you do instead?”
“I explained to her like she was a child that we only lightly season our eggs because the customer can always add more if they want it, but they can’t take it off if it’s too much. I think a vein popped in my forehead while I did that.” She rubbed her forehead to make sure it was still smooth.
“Yeah, some people have to be talked to like children sometimes for them to understand something. I find myself having to do that for Soos a lot.”
“Yeah, but Soos doesn’t make you get a forehead vein.” She sighed. “I just don’t understand how you’re so effortlessly nice to people. It’s driving me insane.”
“We were just raised differently.” Dipper shrugged. “It’s not your fault, it’s your parents.”
Lazy Susan came over to the table and set down their drinks. “Here we go, a coffee for Pacifica, and an orange juice for Dipper. Your food will be out soon.”
“Thanks, Susan.” Dipper said immediately as he unwrapped his straw.
“Uh, yeah. Thank you.” Pacifica followed up shortly after. “See? Even ‘Thank you’ still doesn’t come naturally to me.” She put her head on the back of the booth and sighed at the ceiling.
“You’re doing really good, Paz. You’ll get there in no time, especially with me and Mabel around.”
“You really think so?” She looked at him with hopeful eyes.
“I know so.” He smiled at her and slid his foot under the table until it touched hers.
She pushed her foot against his so that they met more in the middle of the table. She had that really cute smile on her face that she got when she was thinking about herself being better than her parents.
Dipper watched as she poured not 1, not 2, but 5 creamer pods into her coffee. He chuckled quietly to himself. {God, I love you.} He thought to himself. He really should tell her that. It seemed like as good a time as any.
She looked up and saw him staring at her. She just kept looking at him until the silence became unbearable. “What?”
“Just thinking about how amazing my girlfriend is.”
“Yeah, I am pretty great.” She flipped her hair. “You’re alright too, I guess.”
He flicked the crumpled up straw wrapper on the table, and it hit her directly in the shoulder.
She gasped in mock fury, and retaliated by flicking one of her empty creamer pods into his chest. She started laughing. And not her fake, haughty laugh like when she’s making fun of someone or playing it up for her parent’s friends. Her cute little giggle of actually enjoying herself.
{God, that laugh. I want to hear that laugh every day.} Maybe now wasn’t the right time, but that’s okay. He doesn’t feel like he has to rush things with Pacifica. He’s got all the time in the world to tell her that he loves her.