Age is just a number

Pacifica POV

I heard the main door open. I assumed it was another party guest that was running very late, so I ran to greet them. That's when I heard his voice.

"Northwests! You've got some explaining to do!" He exclaimed

"Dipper!" I say, excited "You came back!"

Dipper came back to hang out with me! How awesome is that? I guess he really does like me after all! I wonder when he'll ask me out!

I was stoked, and getting a bit carried away, until he stated to explain the real reason why he was here.

"You lied to me!" he begins "All of you did! All you had to do was let the townsfolk into the party and you could've broken the curse. But you made me do your dirty work instead." He finishes, flustered.

Of course my dad has to make matters worse. He bends down so that he is eye level with Dipper. "Look at who you're talking to, boy. I'm hosting a party for the most powerful people in the world. Do you think they'd come here if they had to rub elbows with your kind?" He asks

"My kind?!" Dipper look towards me, and my heart jumps. "I was right about you all along. You're just as bad as your parents. Another link in the world's worst chain!"

I'm shocked that he brought me into the conversation. I'm over here thinking Dipper likes me, and already planning a future that I now realize won't happen. Dipper will never like me, why would I even imagine he would? I'll I've ever done is humiliate his sister, whom he cares about the most.

"I'm sorry! They made me. I should've told you but-" My dad rings the command bell, and I obey by becoming silent.

I listen to my dad and Dipper bicker a bit more before Dipper gives up and goes back outside.

I give up too, and head into a room where no one will find me; the secret room that Dipper and I discovered today.

I grab a flashlight and begin exploring the uncharted territory of my home. There's nothing in the room besides a bunch of covered paintings, dust, cobwebs, and a few dining utensils.

I decide to uncover the paintings, and what I find makes me rethink everything. A painted record of all my ancestors doing what they're best at: lying, stealing and cheating.

I sit on the floor of the room and think about what Dipper said. What bugs me the most isn't that he said them, but that they're...true.

(This Fanfic will have more Wendip very soon! Keep in mind that this Dipcifica stuff is all happening that night of the party [also the same day as when Wendy was really tired and went home] so this is only one day!)