Pacifica's POV:

After we completely demolished my shirt (by dousing it in chocolate syrup and ketchup, then throwing it in Stan's fire pit to have something to roast marshmallows over) and ate rather delicious s'mores, we all gathered in the living room for a game.

Wendy, her gang of friends, Mabel, Candy, Grenda, Stan, Soos, and Dipper all came in to participate in the game.

Mabel stepped up and began speaking. "Alright guys, get ready for the best game of tag you've ever had."

She set down a box that she had brought in with her, and opened it up.

"Okay, every one grab a shirt and put it on."

With that she passed the box around and allowed everyone to pick their sizes. All the shirts were white and plain... not really something I'd expect from Mabel.

"And everyone take a glow stick."

That's more like it.

All the guys left to change shirts somewhere else, while the girls stayed in the living room. I took off my sweater, sadly, and put the white top over my undershirt.

The girl named Tambry spoke up. "Eh... white's not really my color..." She muttered, holding out the shirt to examine it.

"Trust me, your shirts are about to get way more interesting."

Tambry shrugged and pulled on the shirt. Now all of us were ready to go.

"You can come down now guys!" Mabel shouted.

Soon all the boys came down the stairs, and we moved the assembly outside.

"All right, here's how you play: One person is It, me, and since I'm It I have to put a little juice on my shirt..."

With that she popped off the end of a glow stick and poured it on her shirt in the shape of an M.

"And now I'm going to try and tag other people by getting glow stick juice on their shirts. Once you get some on you, you become part of my team and you have to help tag others. It's cool, fun, and really toxic! By the way don't get any in your eyes or mouth."

Mabel smirked at all of us. "You guys got your glow sticks ready?"

"Yeah," we replied in unison.

"Well good, because I'm gonna get you all on my team!" She shouted, popping off another glow stick and squirting it all over.

We all bolted away, dispersing and looking for hiding spots in the forest. Mabel managed to get a bit on Candy and Stan, and the three were already hunting down other players.

I ran hard and fast, getting away from the Shack as fast as possible. It reminded of the Thirsty Games.

Soon I was behind a tree, leaning against it and breathing hard. When I had caught my breath I peeked around the tree to see if anyone was near.

And much to my dismay, Candy was less than ten yards away and wielding and open glow stick.

I gasped and ducked behind the tree, hoping she didn't see me.

Then she shouted something in Korean.

I think she saw me.

Footsteps started coming my way, and I had no choice but to sprint further into the forest.

The sound of footsteps eventually faded away, until I was sure I had lost them.

I kept running though, just for good measure.

I was so busy running and enjoying the feeling of wind through my hair and inhaling the earthy, outdoorsy, pine tree smell that I didn't even look where I was going.

One second I was running and feeling wild and free, the next I was tumbling to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs.

We finally stopped rolling and I ended up on top of the person I collided with.

I couldn't tell who it was, but I knew it was a boy judging by the feeling of his chest on mine.

"Ow..." he groaned.

"Dipper?" I asked.

Now that my eyes adjusted to the pale lighting of the sunset, I could see it was him. His face was scrunched up in a pained expression, his hat ajar with a few blades of grass and pine needles in his hair.

Then I realized I was on top of him.

"Uh, sorry," I said quickly, my face heating up as I pushed up away from his chest.

The pained expression went away and he giggled. I stopped where I was, not completely up but still hovering over him.

He opened his eyes and smiled, his cheeks blushing ever-so-lightly.

"It's alright," he laughed, looking up into my eyes, which were just inches from his.

Now that I've seen him up close, and that I've actually taken the time to notice him, he's pretty cute. Long, messy hair that fell into his sparkling eyes, a goofy sideways grin that made my insides heat up.

I kind of wanted to tell him that.

But still, I was hesitant to compliment the boy that I had hated half the summer.

Then I remembered what Mabel had said. Speak your mind and don't have regrets. Do what you feel like doing.

With that I smiled and gazed down at his eyes, looking sort of confused that I hadn't gotten off of him yet.

"You know Dipper," I started, planting my elbows on either side of him and pressing my body back on his, "you're pretty cute."

Instantly his whole face turned a bright shade of red as he smiled awkwardly at my compliment. We were still holding each other's gaze, silent as we stared into each other's eyes.

He giggled. "Thanks."

His nervousness made me crack up, I closed my eyes and laughed lightly, until he spoke again.

"You're pretty cute too."

My eyes snapped open and I stared down at him with a surprised look on my face.

Now it was my turn to blush.

We both laughed awkwardly. But when our laughter died down, we were back to staring into each other's eyes.

I'd never seen eyes so deep. They were big and expressive and just all around amazing.

He looked up at me, his mocha eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in fascination.

Do something Pacifica! You can't just stare at him forever!

I closed my eyes and leaned down further to him. I closed the space between us by lightly kissing his lips, the feeling of touching him pure ecstasy.

I could tell he was shocked and didn't know how to react. He had most likely never kissed anyone before, and was completely inexperienced.

To coax him into the kiss I pressed my body down more and cupped his head in my hands.

Slowly but surely, he replied by wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me closer.

Lightly I pushed my tongue on his lips, asking if he'd like to take this further. He agreed by parting his lips and letting me in.

I rolled my tongue against his in wave, tilting my head to kiss him better.

He did the same to me, making my heart beat as fast as the tempo of a dubstep song.

This was amazing. I'd never kissed anyone that I truly liked. All the other boys I had been with were shallow, insensitive jerks. Dipper wasn't anything like that and I loved it. I wanted to be with him forever, with all his dorkiness, quirks, and sideways smiles.

"Woah, someone's enjoying the game!"

We separated instantly, both panting and red in the face. We looked up to see Mabel giggling like mad, clutching her glow stick to her chest in a fit of laughter.

"Get some, broski!" She laughed, and proceeded to make dramatic kissing sounds.

Then I remembered, Mabel's It.

I scrambled to my feet in an effort to get away, but it was too late. She flung glow stick liquid at the both of us, leaving bright streaks of phosphorescence on our white shirts.

"Damn it," Dipper sighed.

"Welcome to the crew," Mabel smirked.

She turned and headed back out to the open.

Dipper and I glanced at each other. We blushed simultaneously, laughed, and followed Mabel out of the woods.

Soon we were hunting down the rest of the players. Now there were more people on the It team, including Tambry, Thompson, and Soos, and the three from earlier.

I made quite the tag when I found Nate catching his breath behind a tree. I snuck around the tree and squirted his back, and before he could react I said "Welcome to the crew!"

Mabel high fived me for that one.

Then we did a cool trick on Robbie where Dipper chased him right into our trap, where we all tagged him.

All the colors on Robbie were a nice change from black.

Soon the only untagged player was Wendy. She was taking the game quite seriously, refusing to go down without a fight. I guess living with three brothers makes you a bit competitive.

We had tried the "chase-them-into-a-trap," and pretty much every trick we could think of. But we still couldn't tag her. She was too quick and too clever.

"Hey guys, I see her!" Dipper exclaimed, pointing up at a tree.

And sure enough, Wendy was perched way up high.

We immediately surrounded the tree, calling things up to her and trash talking.

"Oh, did you guys come to tag me?" Wendy asked in mock-politeness.

"We sure did, and you're gonna have so much glow stick juice on you that you'll been seen from space," Mabel answered, challenging her with a confident smirk.

"Well, good luck with that," Wendy replied, leaning back against the tree trunk and kicking her feet up.

"You do know that you can't run anywhere now that you're in a tree," Dipper pointed out.

Wendy sat up. She chuckled.

"Oh Dipster, ever-so-wise and logical. But who said I had to run?"

With that she took our breath away by leaping from her branch and landing on the neighboring tree.

Damn, she was good.

Now we were chasing her through the forest, barely keeping up with her. She jumped from tree to tree, maneuvering her way through perfectly. It was pretty impressive.

"You guys'll be chasing me all night! You can't catch the Great Wendy!"

She laughed maniacally and stuck out her butt to tease us.

But then, she stopped laughing. She slowly stood up straight, and turned to face us. We all slowed to a stop, confused.

And there, on her shirt, was a single green streak of glow stick juice.

We all gasped in disbelief.

"I can climb trees too Wendy."

We all looked up to see Dipper sitting a few branches above Wendy, gloating in his victory. I never even noticed that he left the group.

I gotta give it to him; that was pretty cool.

Wendy rolled her eyes good-naturedly and began to climb down the tree. Dipper followed suit, and the whole party headed back to the Shack for more fun.