A/N: Longer A/N at the bottom! Read for more details!

I tapped my fingers impatiently on the shop's metal tabletop, thinking that while I understood being a few minutes late, but a half hour, really? I contemplated leaving but remembered whom I was dealing with and how much I was going to be paid. I heard the bell on the entrance ring, looked up and saw her.

When I turned 20, I moved to Hollywood in pursuit of my journalist dream. While my true passion was investigation journalism, everyone starts somewhere. I started in local newspaper writing for the tabloid sections. Although this certainly wasn't what I went to college for, it did get me noticed. By the wrong people. Gossip magazines hired me, as an interviewer. My job at its core, was to get celebrities to tell me all their secrets. I wrote non-work pieces on the side but I quickly learned nobody in Hollywood cared about much besides glamour and wealth.

My breakthrough as a ghostwriter was pure luck. I'd gotten a call from a woman in her forty's saying she wanted me to write her biography. The woman was a washed out celebrity, she was quite famous in her earlier years but when you start falling out of the beautiful mold of this town, people forget you. At first, I was completely against the ghostwriting, as it was yet another thing I didn't want to do with my career, but I wasn't getting paid very nicely by the tabloids and I wanted to keep my no-roommate apartment.

The woman, Meredith Banks, turned out to be one of the nicest celebrities and one of the nicest people I had met and getting to know her was actually enjoyable. I truly believe that is why her biography was such a success. True, mostly older women bought the book, but this gave Meredith more attention, more roles, and she seemed happier.

Now I'm 23, sitting in a small coffee shop, waiting to meet my next subject, one Pacifica Northwest. I had to admit, getting the call was exciting. Pacifica was a well-known name simply for, well, being a well-known name. She didn't sing, act, dance, she just simply was.

"Pacifica," I called out to her after sometime. I had forgotten she had no idea who I was, where as I was used to seeing her on TV or in magazines. The girl turned towards me and walked over. She walked with her head held high, almost screaming 'I'm better than you.' I stood up to greet her. "I'm Dipper Pines. I'll, well, I will be your ghostwriter." I whispered the last part; the public figuring out Pacifica didn't write her own auto-biography wouldn't be great for her reputation. Sure, plenty of people would know she didn't write it, but having the proof would be another story.

Pacifica held out her hand to me for a quick handshake and sat down. "So, I have to be somewhere in about ten minutes. But here's the deal," She said, taking off her sunglasses. "I'd like to get this whole book thing out of the way as quickly as possible, as I'm very busy." She said 'very' with a cocky tone, as if I had nothing to do. She handed me a business card with some numbers written on it. "Those people can tell you things about me. I assume we will only have to meet a few times for certain subjects and just how you are writing me."

"Miss Northwest, with all due respect," Or with none at all. "I think it's important that you tell me about you, considering I'm supposed to be you writing you. With my last subject-"

"Meredith, right? Well, she had a lot more time to talk on her hands. Until her, I'm still a big deal. I have things to do, Pipper."

"Dipper." I corrected, obviously annoyed.

"Right." She grinned; dammit she got it wrong on purpose. "Please, call the numbers. I think it would be a wise thing to do as your boss orders." She quickly checked her phone and stood up. "And that's all the time I've got for you. Call me when you finished with those numbers."

And just like that she walked out of the coffee shop and into her car, speeding off. I sighed; this was going to be harder than I thought.

"And, that's it?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid Miss Northwest never told us much about herself. She was a well-behaved child, always did with her parents asked of her." The woman on the other end of the phone said.

I sighed. "Alright, thank you anyway." I hung up and threw my head back. I talked to years-long servants, nannies, and teachers of Pacifica but it was as if nobody knew a real thing about the girl. It was as if she was a ghost, leaving only very faint traces behind her. Trying to work on the book was a lost cause considering I had no information to go on. As much as it pained me, the only option was to contact Pacifica.

The phone rang for a long time until an annoyed 'hello' came from the speaker. "Pacifica, it's Dipper."

"Dipper?"

"Your ghostwriter?"

"Oh, right, right. Dipper, hi." Pacifica said. I could feel her smirk across the phone. We had only just met and she already liked letting me know I didn't affect her life in the slightest.

"I called the numbers and…nobody really had any information on you."

Pacifica remained silent on the phone. "Well, they knew my birthday. How my childhood was, favorite foods, stuff like that."

"I can't write a 500 page book on how much you like lobster."

"I prefer crab."

I rubbed my eyes. "This book will sell well if you take time for me and you to talk. The whole point is to look inside your personal life, not when you were born or basic information. It's why Meredith's book sold well and it's why this is going to sell well."

Pacifica seemed to be thinking on the other end of the phone. "Fine. You can follow me around shopping tomorrow. Maybe meeting some of my friends will help."

"Alright, thank you."

"I'll tell Barry to take the day off; you can hold my bags for me right?" She asked 'innocently.'

"Goodnight, Pacifica." I hung up. I figured I'd probably be yelled at for that tomorrow but I was too tired to care. She had the oddest way of wearing me out.

A/N: new story! I'm sorry this one was shorter, the rest are much longer I promise! So details! I got this idea from someone on my tumblr, they replied to one of my posts with this story idea and I totally fell in love. This story has six chapters and an epilogue. As of now, all the chapters are finished and the epilogue is in progress. This story updates Tuesdays and Thursdays only. The rating will stay T unless someone asks me to change it. I really don't think it needs to be rated M.

I'd also like to point out this story is different from all my previous. I honestly don't know what came over me while writing this story but it turned out VERY romantic. So much so, the only category I'm using is romance (I usually try to put humor in my stories too, but this one just turned out very serious all around). So I suggest if you aren't here for Dipper/Pacifica romance, you probably should not read after this chapter because that is literally the entire story.

In regards to other stories, The Princess and Me is on hiatus. I'm sorry, I really should have written out the entire thing before publishing the first chapter. My mistake and I hope nobody is too disappointed.

That's all I have to say now! I like helpful critics! Review your thoughts! I appreciate it!