Memories of the Forgotten Heart

A... Possession?

"Took you long enough."

"Looks like you've got another Pacifica in the family. Though I suppose you're ALL like that." His attitude towards her was not improving.

"Was that supposed to be an insult? From the Pines' very own?" She chuckled. "You're adorable, you know that, right?"

"No, just stating the facts." He sneezed.

She doubled over laughing. "Are you a kitten? With a big head? So cute!"

"Whatever. I couldn't care less. I'm going back to the Shack."

"The fact that you call your house that. It's so..." She shook her head and wiped away a fake tear.

Dipper wanted to charge at her. To hurt her. He walked away, then turned and charged. This girl with her puny insults, this stupid, stupid girl. He wanted a fight. He wanted to murder her right then and there.

He was running towards her, and she yawned. When he was a foot away, she stepped to the side. Dipper crashed into a pinetree. Her eyes widened.

As he slowly opened his eyes from the crash, he touched a hand to his forehead, wiping his bangs away, patting the cut on his head.

"Are you okay?" Gwen asked quietly. She hated blood. It was too... gross. And red. And it usually led to more harm than help.

"I'm fine. I've been through much worse." His hair was a mess and the Big Dipper birthmark was showing.

"What's that?" Gwen asked, pointing at the mark.

Dipper desperately tried to cover it up. "It's... nothing." he said.

"It's obviously not NOTHING." Gwen said, rolling her eyes. "Tell me. I told you about my eyes. You tell me about this."

"No." This was his deepest secret, the only people he had told were Wendy and Ford.

"Then, you wanna make a deal?" Gwen said.

Dipper's eyes widened. More proof of Bill. But intriguing. "What do you want?"

"Ha. You know what I want. You tell me about that." She said, pointing once more.

Dipper could not be more embarrassed right now. Sure, some people might think it was cool to have a birthmark shaped like the Big Dipper, but he found it embarrassing. "What would I get in return?"

"I'll tell you my name."

Those 5 words. To learn that mysterious girl's name. "Deal."

Gwen held out her hand for Dipper to shake it.

He visibly shook. It was almost as if he could see the blue flames emerge. "I'm not shaking your hand." Was he just being paranoid? Or was there some connection?

Gwen wanted to question why, but didn't want to risk losing the knowledge of this strange boy. "Fine. You tell me first."

Dipper breathed in and out. "Okay. It's a birthmark. Shaped, of course, like the Big Dipper. You see, Dipper isn't my name. It's a nickname that I got from Mabel."

"What's your real name then?" Gwen asked, cocking her head.

Dipper put up his hand. "Nope. Not saying that. Speaking of names, it's your turn."

Gwen half-smiled. "Heh. My name's Gwendolyn Northwest. But you can call me Gwen."

Dipper nodded. Great. He knew the girl's name, but that didn't change anything.

"Well, I guess I'll be going. I'll see you-" She adjusted her contact lens. "-Soon." Gwen waved once with a small smile, then started walking off.

Dipper waved back, "Yeah. I'll be going too," before heading back to the Mystery Shack.

Gwen turned around. "Why are you following me?" She asked.

"I'm going back to the Mystery Shack. It's where I live." Dipper replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay then." She swerved the other way. "See you around."

Dipper nodded. He would see the weird Northwest again. Great.

Gwen soon realized that Pacifica, her cousin, was friends with this boy. She was at the Mystery Shack. She had to meet her, which meant seeing Dipper again. She chuckled to herself. "What an interesting summer this will be..."