I'm not even gonna explain this time.

Nothing had changed, and yet everything looked different. Same Mystery Shack, located in the same rundown neighborhood, just outside of the same market square.

Same Stan, Soos, and Wendy. But Dipper looked at himself, saw the big question mark on his shirt, and knew everything was different.

He now worked at the Mystery Shack, the place that was now is official home.

It wasn't easy convincing his parents that at 15, leaving home to work in an old man's tourist trap of a house, regardless of what relation he may have to him, in a different state was a good idea, but he made it clear that Gravity Falls was where he needed to be.

And he was more than thankful that Mabel felt the exact same way. The two loved their parents dearly, but the connections they'd made in gravity falls, and the adventures they'd had and were sure to have left an impression on them that wasn't likely to fade.

Dipper took a deep breath of fresh air as he sat on the roof panel of the shack, where he'd spent many a summer afternoons with a former one-sided crush.

And speaking of summer romances, Dipper's eyebrows shot up when he saw an extravagant limousine roll up in front of the shack.

Pacifica Northwest stepped out of the limousine. As it drove off, she proudly strode toward the mystery shack, stopping to look up at Dipper.

Lowering her sunglasses and giving a cold look, she spoke. "You gonna let me in or you just gonna sit there? It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."

"I don't see any ladies." Dipper called back with all the smugness he could muster. He then dodged a piece of offending rubble that Pacifica had thrown wide in his direction. "Alright, alright! I'm coming down."

Dipper opened the door for Pacifica who entered with the strut that would strike other people as intimidating. But Dipper found her bravado and confidence all too admirable. Not that he'd admit it.

Similarly, as annoying as Pacifica found Dipper's inability to be intimidated by her, she also thought it to be one of his most endearing traits. She'd chalk it up to that infuriatingly infallible courage of his. Not that she'd admit it.

"This place never changes, does it?" Pacifica said, noticing the dusty, musty, and probably poorly constructed interior of the Mystery Shack.

"Hey, no need fixing what isn't broken. Y'know, figuratively speaking."

Pacifica took off the open white button down she'd been wearing, and Dipper got a good look at her slender arms, left uncovered by the pink tank top that adorned her figure at the moment. It was bad enough that she was already wearing navy blue jean shorts. That Oregon sun could work wonders.

Dipper adjusted his glasses as he tried to bring his gaze back up to Pacifica's face.

Pacifica wasn't the only whose thoughts had wondered into dangerous territory. The Mystery Shacked never changed, but the boy who lived in it certainly had. Dipper stood some inches taller than her now, and those doughy cheeks he used to have had all but gone away, showing a strong jawline, and those old glasses from the 'secret room' framed his face well. Add broader shoulders and a strong but surprisingly lithe frame, Pacifica approved greatly of the new Dipper.

They had both grown, literally and figuratively, and remembered what they said to each other, those 3 summers ago.

"So" Pacifica began, "Word is, you're here for good."

Dipper rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. Guess Mabel's been blabbing, huh?"

"Half the town knows by now. I heard the news from my tailor. The Pines family sticking around? Who knows what's gonna happen?"

"Hey, it's not like we're the ones who cause the trouble."

"If you think you can convince these people that gnomes and basilisks roam the woods, be my guest."

Pacifica sat on the arm of the big chair in the living room.

"So where is everyone?"

"Gone, actually. Soos is with his grandma, Stan's in the city looking for props he can sell off as attractions, and Mabel's working."

"Working? Mabel?"

"Yeah, she didn't to work at the shack, so she got a job at that new arts and crafts store. Only problem is she comes home covered head to toe in glitter now."

"No surprise there."

An all too familiar silence befell the two. They both knew why, yet strangely enough, were too shy to just say it.

"So… I happen to have the day off… You wanna hang out, or whatever?"

That wry look in Pacifica's eye made Dipper exceedingly uncomfortable. "Well I did come all the way out here. It sure wasn't so I could buy some cheap trinket."

"Well we could watch a movie, or go into town or…"

Dipper's face got redder as he spoke, and Pacifica's neutral expression wasn't helping.

"Well, what do you think we should do?" Dipper said, walking to Pacifica, breaking the personal boundaries between the two.

Pacifica's composure faltered at this breach of personal space. Dipper caught the red in her cheeks and smiled. He could play this game too.

Pacifica needed to say something, but the words weren't coming.

Once more, silence befell the two as they stood impossibly close to each other.

"Two teenagers, alone on a summer afternoon? And you ask what we can do?" Pacifica grinned as Dipper's face changed upon realization of what she was getting at. "Close your eyes." She said.

Dipper did as he was told. And then, an all too familiar sensation came over him as gentle hands cupped his face, and soft lips pressed against his. When last the two kissed, it was as innocent and as chaste as one would expect from children.

But they weren't exactly children anymore. And so where their last kiss had lasted no more than a second, the two spent considerably longer with their lips grazing over each other. Pacifica wrapped her arms around Dipper's neck as he put his on her back, and the two pulled each other closer as if in a desperate attempt to occupy the same space.

Pacifica dragged Dipper to the couch, making sure to stay connected at the lips. When the kiss finally broke, the two were breathing heavy, Dipper was lying down on the couch, and Pacifica sat on top of him with her legs on either side of him.

She relished in looking at the goofy, delirious expression on the usually cool and calculating Dipper's face.

"Well, I suppose this is one way to spend the afternoon off."

Pacifica choked out a laugh, and Dipper could notice the faint tears in her eyes. "Something wrong?" he asked.

Pacifica wiped her eyes. She took on a passive, shy looking expression as her brows knitted on her forehead. "It's just nice, y'know? It's been, like, 3 years. You come here in the summer, and we get into some trouble, but I always get reminded that you have to leave when summer's over. But now," She leaned down on him, their faces inches apart. "I get you all to myself."

Dipper's laughter was swallowed by her as their lips collided once again. Time slowed down as the two let their hands wander while their mouths only disconnected for the briefest of moments to breathe or laugh. They were deaf to the world around them.

Which is why they didn't hear the door open. And why they didn't hear Mabel drop her purse onto the floor. And why Pacifica sat with her eyes closed, her back pressed against the couch as dipper kissed, licked and sucked into her neck, only to open her eye to a slack jaw Mabel, standing stiff with wide eyes, paralyzed at the sight before her.

"Dipper, Dipper!" Pacifica spoke with panic to her partner. Dipper ceased burying himself in Pacifica's neck long enough to turn around to see at his petrified sister staring blankly at the two. He shot off of her like she was made of fire. Pacifica herself, pulled her tank top down back over her chest and readjusted the shoulder straps.

"Mabel! Hi, we were just uh…" Nothing Dipper could say would reach Mabel's as it appeared all cognitive function had ceased.

"Mabel, Your brother, and I" Pacifica interjected. "Are going out."

Dipper looked at Pacifica for a moment, before speaking up. "Y-yeah, we are." Pacifica smiled and blushed.

"Sorry, you uh, found out this way?" Dipper offered.

Time flowed like Molasses as Mabel found herself in a shock-induced paralysis. What she'd witnessed, and what she'd just heard culminated in only one logical action.

Mabel's eyes flutter closed as she fainted, falling forward and narrowly avoiding collision with the ground as Dipper stopped her fall. Lifting Mabel up, Dipper put one arm over his shoulder, while Pacifica took the other.

"You know, she took it a lot better than I thought she would."

"I know right?"

Carrying her up to the attic, the two put Mabel in her bed.

"So, what happens now?" Pacifica asks.

"Well, she'll probably wake up in an hour demanding answers."

Pacifica leaned in close to Dipper. "And what should we do till then?"

"Well considering who else might come knocking at the door," Dipper took Pacifica by the hand. "What do you say we take a look at Stan's horror movies from South America?"

Pacifica laughed. "Sounds super dorky. But I suppose it's something I'll have to get used to." She said, following Dipper downstairs.

Mabel drowsily awoke later to soft licks from Waddles. However, she shot up instantly when she recalled the event that had resulted in her slumber.

"Omigosh! Waddles!" Mabel picked up her animal companion in a distress. "This is a Code Burgundy!" placing her pig on the bed, Mabel rushed downstairs.

Mabel stopped short of the door leading into the living room. She was about to barge in, when she saw her brother and Pacifica cuddling against each other, passed out on the couch.

And Mabel wanted so bad to burst in and start throwing wild accusations everywhere, but they were all cuddled into each other and they even had a blanket on and they were just so cute!

No, Mabel was have to take a gentler approach.

It was some time later that Pacifica's eyes fluttered open. Her head resting comfortably against Dipper's chest, she relished in the warmth and inhaled his scent. She couldn't believe she'd spent almost 4 hours watching those cheesy movies. She was certain she was fluent in Portuguese. Dipper was still asleep.

For such an insomniac, he sure is a heavy sleeper.

Pacifica knew she had to be getting home, lest Mr and Mrs Northwest call for a search party. She found some pen and paper and scribbled a little goodbye note for Dipper.

"Catcha later, nerd boy." She said, gently kissing his forehead.

Exiting the shack into the cool summer evening, Pacifica was about to ring Weylon to pick her up, when she noticed a figure blocking her path.

"Mabel!" Pacifica's eyes widened at the appearance of the other Pines twin.

"Hello Pacifica." Mabel said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"How… how long have you been standing out here?"

"That's not important." Mabel said with haste, quickly approaching the girl in front of her.

Pacifica stood uncomfortably as Mabel circled her like a shark, seemingly inspecting her.

"So, you went and nabbed my brother." She said, for some reason inspecting a lock of Pacifica's hair. "BUT, can you be trusted with something as fragile and awkward as Dipper's heart?"

Pacifica was under heavy fire from Mabel's stinkeye, but steeled herself. Mabel was taken aback by Pacifica's patented glare. "Listen here, Miss Over-Protective much." She began, "That huge dork sleeping on the couch in there is one of the most important people on the planet to me. Heart breaker or no, I owe a lot to him." She crossed her arms and blushed. "And I guess I owe a lot to you too. Point is, I can finally have something I know won't end when fall comes along." Pacifica got right into Mabel's ace, and despite being similarly dipper's height, she felt terribly small. "I'm not letting that go for a long while. What do you say to that, missy?"

Mabel paused only for a moment, only to break out in a brilliant smile. "Aa~pproved!"

"Wha-" Pacifica was surprised by the response, and even more so by the red "APPROVED" stamped onto her forehead. "Do you carry that stamp with you everywhere?"

Mabel quicklu put her APPROVED stamp back in her pocket. "That's not important, what's important is that you passed!"

Mabel put an arm around Pacifica's shoulder. "I have my official permission to date Dipper. That said, I'll be keeping an eye on you, to make sure you have his best interests at heart. But don't worry, I'm sure everything's gonna be great!"

Pacifica stared at Mabel incredulously. "If this stamp makes my forehead break out I'm suing you."

Mabel sighed. This is gonna take some getting used to.