What was supposed to be DONE in this situation?
Shrugging on his sweatshirt, not bothering to zip it up, the white haired boy stared at the floor of the bedroom, feet touching the carpet, as if he was about to stand up, walk out, and NEVER come back. If only he could.
He had KNOWN Dipper staying at the Mystery Shack would be NOTHING but trouble. He had tried desperately to plead with Paz, somehow CONVINCE her that having a MURDERER in the house while they fucking SLEPT was not a good idea. None the less, it put the journal in danger. And yet, no matter what words left his lips, his blonde roommate simply smiled and told him nothing bad would happen. BULLSHIT. Every time Dipper BREATHED something bad happened. And now, he had seen something he couldn’t unsee.
Oh, without a doubt, it was a beautiful stone. Something to do with the moon or something. She had presented him with one long ago, along with one for herself, so they could match. So they could be strong, together. To protect their minds from the enemy.
No, the problem was that the forementioned enemy was the one wearing it.
And to add insult to injury, he had found out due to the fact he had been the one to remove his shirt in the first place.
There was nothing that he could say. He could demand where he had gotten it– That much was obvious, however. And if he had to guess, it meant more than just a gift. No, he was aware that Dipper had suddenly taken an interest in the girl who had been in love with him for YEARS… But he hadn’t known just how GULLIBLE his friend could be. She was being pulled away from him, bit by bit. He had believed she would ALWAYS take his side, that he would ALWAYS be chosen over Dipper…
Opening his mouth for the first time in minutes, he couldn’t look at the other man sitting next to him, taking a deep breath.
“Pacifica– You need to come in here, NOW.”
Waiting until he heard the others approaching footsteps he clenched the sheets, gritting his teeth, finally looking at the other.
The tone of his voice was not something that indicated that he was calling her over for cuddles and ice cream. Hesitantly raising from her perch on the couch, placing Hannah gently down on the floor beside her, she walked upstairs, pet chicken following after her as she made her way to their bedroom, stopping in the doorway.
And just like her footsteps, she could have SWORN her heart had stopped as well.
Gideon wearing a crumpled sweatshirt, and Dipper wearing… Well, he WASN’T wearing a shirt, that was for sure. It took a moment for her to understand what was wrong– No, she was far more focused on the fact that they had been doing SOMETHING. Shock. Hurt. Betrayal. Not really from the fact they had been kissing; if it was ONLY that, it would have been okay. She had accepted the fact Dipper had led her on only to tell her he wasn’t ready for such a thing. She had accepted long ago that she WOULDN’T end up with Dipper… But…
He had LIED to her. Gideon had found out, and Dipper had LIED.
She supposed she understood the reasoning… But it was wrong. Despite knowing this, however, she found her feet finally working again, carrying her over to his side to comfort him.
What surprised her AND the albino, however, was the fact she had ended up at Dippers side, and not Gideons.
Sitting beside him and ignoring the other for now, she looked up at him, gently brushing his bangs back, a small frown on her features. “… Dipper… Are you okay?” She asked softly, her blue gaze meeting his, her hand squeezing his knee gently. “… I… Don’t understand what happened, or why you lied, and I’m kind of upset… But… Please…” She paused, pulling away from him, realizing he may not want that.
“… Talk to me. Just because I’m upset doesn’t change the way I feel.” She paused, smiling softly.