Ok, so this is my first fanfic about Gravity Falls. I don't know what else to say other than, I hope you like it. Here you go.

Pacifica Northwest was walking around the town of Gravity falls in her purple outfit, with her two friends when her cellphone started vibrating. "Hello," she said when she answered.

"Pacifica, darling," answered her mother. "You'll never guess who's coming to visit."

"Hold on, mom." She covered the phone and turned to her friends. "This is private, Girls. I need my space." The girls understood and went window shopping. "I'm back. Who's visiting?"

"I said guess," her mother said playfully.

Pacifica looked around to see if anyone was listening. "It's not Cousin July, right? I mean, she dresses like a cowboy and smells like hay."

"No," her mother said, insulted. "What makes you think I would ever invite her over here?"

"Is it uncle Norm," she asked happily. "He always buys me whatever I want."

"You already get what you want."

"But he's so stupid, he doesn't know," she said, laughing. "And you don't even get to spend your money."

"I never thought of it that way. But, no, it's not your uncle. It's the Southwest family!"

Did she hear that right? "What?"

"The Southwest family," her mother answered, cheerfully.

Oh, no. "That's...great," she said slowly.

"Isn't it?! Oh, we are going to have so much fun. Just like last summer. I'll talk to you later, sweetie. Bye."

"Bye," Pacifica said even though her mother already hung up. She was panicking. They were coming. He was coming. No. Oh, no! She turned around in fear. "Tiffany! Amanda!" She cried. They came right away.

"What's wrong?" Tiffany asked in a panic.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Amanda repeated.

"Atlántico's coming back," she almost cried.

The girls gasped. "No," Tiffany didn't believe it.

"I cant believe this." Apparently, neither could Amanda.

"What are you, like, going to do?"

Pacifica hated that snob. He was always trying to flirt with her but he never let her talk. As if girls liked being cut off. Idiot. She bet he wouldn't hit on her if she were... "That's it," she exclaimed. "I need a boyfriend. A temporary one. One that will just leave me alone when Atlántico leaves."

"Where are you going to find one of those," asked Amanda.

"I know a place crawling with boys our age," Tiffany put in.

"Where?" Pacifica was desperate.

"Big Gunz Laser Tag."

Even though she was desperate, she sighed. Who knew what kind of weirdoes went there.

"Soos, Soos, Soos!" Wendy, Dipper, and Mabel were cheering. They were playing laser tag and the only one's left were Stan and Soos. They were all rooting for Soos.

"Hey, guys," Wendy started. "After this, lets go on one of those mysteries again. It's been, like, what? A week? I'm getting totally bored."

"Yeah, Dipper," Mabel said. Today she wore a orange sweater with a giraffe with her normal skirt and headband. "Lets do something sparkly," she suggested as she threw glitter into the air.

"I'm not even going to ask where you got that from," Dipper said, no longer reactive to what Mabel does or doesn't do. "Actually guys, I think I have one ready for us. I read from the journal that there was this rare flower deep in the forest. It's the last of it's kind it can grant any wish. And I think if we get it, we'll be able to have one wish for each of us."

"Deep in the forest, huh. No problem."

"I'm going to wish for the perfect boy," Mabel said enthusiastically.

"I guess I could wish for some new boots. These wont cut it anymore."

"He'll have amazing hair, like a super star. And his smile will make anyone faint," Mabel rambled on.

BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm went off.

Dipper, Wendy, and Mabel looked at the door expectantly. And out came the champion.

"Way to go, Soos," Dipper congratulated.

"I hate this game," Grunkle Stan said, coming out of the doors in a bad mood, like always. "This was fixed," he yelled dramatically.

"No way, Mr. Pines," Wendy objected. "Soos won fair and square."

"Since when was fair square?" He asked, annoyed.

"Soos is like a god at this game," she said as she high fived him.

"A god?" Soos said, thinking about it.

"Lets go get some wishes now," Mabel urged.

"Wishes," Stan questioned.

"I read from the journal that there's this rare flower deep in the forest that can grant wishes to anyone that holds it," Dipper explained. "And for once in this crazy messed up town, there is no obstacle to get it." He pulled out the journal, flipped a few pages, and showed them the flower. It was a beautiful flower, or drawing of the flower, that looked like a bird flying.

"A strelitzia?" Wendy questioned. "What the heck is that doing all the way here in Oregon?"

Dipper smiled. "Who knows? But with this flower, I'll be able to figure out who the author of this journal is." He closed the journal and put it away.

"I didn't even think about that," Wendy muttered.

"I wish to be a god," Soos yelled.

"Not yet, Soos," Dipper calmed. "We still have to get the flower."

"Yes! Another adventure."

"Lets go!"

"I'm just gonna head home," Stan said. "I got things to do," He explained, not sounding suspicious at all.

No one paid attention anyway. They were already running to the door.

Pacifica, Tiffany, and Amanda walked into the laser tag arena to find Pacifica a temporary boyfriend. They all had hoods and sunglasses on. They wouldn't be caught dead in this place. They looked right and saw a boy sniffing his armpits. "Next," Pacifica said what they were all thinking. They looked left and saw a boy that looked cute. "Maybe he'll-" Before she could finish the sentence, he started making out with a puppet. "Next," she said faster than she could shop. They looked straight ahead and saw a boy with a cap, a blue vest, and shorts cheering some name. "Next," she said faster than she could text.

"What?!" Tiffany asked, confused. "But he's perfect!"

"FYI, Tiff. That's the loser's brother. I wouldn't be caught dead with him."

"He might be the loser's brother," Amanda started.

"But he's the closest you got to a normal boyfriend," Tiffany finished.

"If you haven't noticed already, this town is weird. And so are the people in it."

"You want someone who can understand your plans, he's the one."

No, no, no! Was she really that desperate? Yes. She couldn't believe that she was doing this. There was no way she was going to do this in front of everyone. "Pen." Tiffany handed her a pen. "Paper." Amanda handed her a piece of paper. She wrote something down, folded up the paper. She saw that he was coming this way and when he passed, she slipped the piece of paper in the back of his vest. It was done.

Dipper didn't know if it was in his mind or if he actually felt it, but he paid no mind to the poking feeling in his back as he followed the map from the journal. "It's just this way," he yelled in happiness as they all ran forward. And there it was. The flower. It was made of blues and oranges and reds. Like a tropical bird. A strelitzia coming up from the ground. "Now the key to it is to cup it in your hands while it's still on the stem," Dipper said, reading from the book. "Once it's cut off from it's life source, the magic vanishes and there's no way to bring it back. It's says here in the book that there used to be more, but they were all taken for some sort of gentleman contest. The author was able to hide this one from public."

"I want to go first, I want to go first!" Mabel yelled. Without waiting for an approval, she got on her knees, cupped the flower, and made her wish. "I wish for the perfect boy!" Everyone waited for a few seconds and nothing happened. "Aw, man! She complained. "No perfect boy."

"Dipper, I thought you said this flower grants wishes," Wendy accused. "Where's Mabel's boy?"

Dipper flipped through the pages to see if he missed anything. "I don't-"

They all heard a crack sound. And another. And it was louder. Coming closer.

"Uh, guys, why aren't we running."

"Hello," a new voice called. "Mabel!"

"I'm Mabel!"

After a few grunts and rustles, a boy appeared. He had green eyes and glossy brown hair. He wore a white suite, all completely white. He walked up to Mabel, bowed, grabbed her hand, and kissed it. Mabel was smiling like an idiot. "Now we can be together forever and your single brother can live in our Mansion while we go to Hawaii during summer."

"EEEEEEEEH," Mabel squealed. "You are the perfect boy!"

"Single brother?" Dipper muttered.

"I'm next, I'm next," Wendy cried. She got on her knees, cupped the flower in her hands, and made her wish. "I want some super cool boots that wont get ruined no matter what." Her feet felt funny, so she stood up and there they were. Brown boots that looked good as new. "These will do," she said with a smile.

Soos was already at the flower. "I wish I was a laser god," he wished. He stood up and saw that he looked the same.

"Sorry Soos," Dipper said. "You probably already are one."

"Eh, it's in my blood," he said waving his hand. Then something red shot out of it and singed a tree.

"What the heck was that," Wendy exclaimed. Dipper was wondering that too. Mabel was just drooling over her perfect boy.

Soos was also curious. He lifted his hand and a red light flashed out of it and hit a tree. "So cool," he spun around, making everyone duck for their lives.

"Watch it," Wendy yelled, irritated.

"Sorry guys." He put his hand down and every tree within a ten meter radius fell to the ground.

"Really Soos," Dipper said, annoyed.

Soos wasn't paying attention. He was too bus looking at his hands. "I am a god," he yelled, dramatically putting his hand in the air and letting a laser go in to the sky.

"My turn." Dipper got on his knees, cupped the flower, and made his wish. "I wish I knew who the author to the journal was." He waited. And waited. Nothing happened. He couldn't think of anything. No name, no face, nothing. "No way." He got up, angry.

"Do you know who it is now," asked Wendy.

"No. It didn't tell me. This isn't right." He started pacing. "I wished to know the author. I should know now. But no names come to my mind."

"Maybe it's because you already know the author," said the perfect boy.

"And he's smart," Mabel gushed. "He's so perfect!"

Dipper didn't think about that. Already knew the author? It suddenly dawned on him that he didn't word his wish correctly. "No, no, no! I was this close to figuring it out!"

"Lets go get married," the perfect boy said to Mabel.

"I have the perfect wedding dress," she cried and they ran off.

"Don't get lost," Dipper called out dejectedly.

Wendy patted him on the back. "Don't worry, kid. Think of it this way. You know him. Which means your closer to figuring it out. Which means your closer to figuring out this mystery."

"Yeah, I guess." He was still sad. He was so close to figuring it out. If only he worded it right.

When he got home, there was still something poking on his back. He took of his vest and piece of paper fell out. "What's this," he muttered. He picked it up, unfolded it, and read it. "Meet me in the cemetery at 8:00."

Dipper was thinking about who could have given him this note when someone yelled in his ear, "Whatcha reading there, a love note?"

"AHH!" He accidentally threw the paper in the air and then tried catching it, succeeding and hiding the text from his sister. "Mabel. I told you to stop that."

"I came in here to look for my wedding dress and I just couldn't help myself," she giggled. She snatched the paper from his hand and read it. She gasped. "You have a secret admirer! This is so cute! You have to meet her!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Ok, I don't even know who gave me this note. And from my history, it could be someone who knows about the journal and wants to take it for themselves."

"Nope," Mabel said, poking him in the face. He smacked her hand away. "Look at it, Dipper." She shoved it in his face. "That handwriting belongs to a girl."

Dipper looked at it closely. Mabel was right. It was a bit to curvy to belong to a boys. "Ok," he gave her that. "But what if it's just some old woman coming after the journal."

"Stop fussing over the journal," she yelled, mad that he was getting in the way of her matchmaking. "Just go!"

"Mabel, my love," someone called.

"Just like me," Mabel said before she got out a dress hidden in her pillowcase and ran downstairs.

Dipper looked at the note. Ok. He would go. It was five thirty. He had less than three hours. What should he do to pass the time?