This Wasn't How It Was Supposed To Go (BillDip)

Chapter 7 - The Feeling

Previously: "Of course, Pinetree! We're friends!" I console. He smiles again. I finally have someone who can understand me. I smile. Trying my best for it to be noticeable for Pinetree.

(Dipper's POV) 45 Days Since Weirdmageddon Went Global

Lately, Bill has shown up in my room more often to just, talk. I don't mind since we confirmed that we are friends but, it somewhat confuses me. Why would the all-knowing Bill Cipher hang out with me?

I lay down on my, now, normal bed. Bill made my room-house more comfortable. Plus, I haven't seen any hench-maniacs. I think they're banned. I giggle to myself. I never thought I would befriend Bill Cipher. Everyone has a past; that's what makes people who they are. I learned that from Bill. He had a rough history. I disapprove of how he handled it but, I don't blame him. He's told me how he's trying to be kinder to the world. I believe him. I do. He hasn't changed overnight but, he's attempting. I do hope Weirdmageddon ends and Bill gets a second chance from everyone. He deserves it!

Wow...Never thought that I would say- I mean, think, something like that. I get under my covers to hit the hay when an inescapable triangle comes in. I giggle and sigh at the same time. I get up to face the one-eyed demon.

"Hello, Pinetree!" Bill bubbled. I greet him. "You know, I was just about to go to sleep." I roll my eyes at him. Not wanting to show him that I want him to stay. He chuckled. "How are those riddles going?" Bill ignores my statement. I jump up from my bed to grab one of my riddle books. I sit down while Bill shrinks a little smaller to sit on my shoulder. I glance at him and smile. Then, I show him all the ones I've finished. He tells me my mistakes, which are surprisingly minium. Once we were over with that, we start on the last ones in the book.

It's nice to hang out with Bill and forget everything. I know I shouldn't but, it helps me cope with everything.

Without noticing, I space out to leave an annoying triangle. He groans and gets off my shoulder, poking my head. I hum responding to the poking. He continues. "What do you want, Bill?" I complain. The poking wasn't hurting; it was just annoying. Bill grows and sits on the desk to continue poking my head.

"Bill. Stop that." I try to grab his hand but, he floats to the back of my head to poke there. "Bill. What's gotten into you?" I pry. He's starting to get on my nerves.

He finally stops. "You weren't paying attention to me." Bill pouts, which surprises me. I silently laugh. He floats back to face me and folds his arms. "Sorry. I was deep in thought. It happens a lot to us, humans." I tell him. It's cute that he somewhat cares. I laugh then start to blush a little.

"Uhh...I-Th..." I awkwardly giggle. Bill merely stares at me. "Sorry about that!" I yell. I look to the ground, massaging my thumbs.

Bill starts to playfully, laugh and I blush harder. "Silly Pinetree," Bill floats up to my head and starts to mess with my hair. I don't mind and continue to play with my thumbs. "I do care. Plus, I think it's cute that you solve mysteries." He points to the corkboard. I finally looked up at him. "Isn't that what friends do? Compliment each other?" He stops playing with my hair and sits back down on the desk. I silently nod. "Then there's nothing to be embarrassed about!" He laughs. "Let's do some more riddles, shall we?" he replied. I perk up to continue the riddles.

Soon, he had to leave. Once he did, my mind wanted to rant but, I knew he would be listening. I thought about other things and tried to express my rant in the journal. It was hard multitasking but, I managed. I closed my book once I was finished, I let myself get lost in a book.

(The Journal/Diary Entry)

Hello, reader!

Today...Today I noticed something. Noticed something strange. I pretty much called Bill, the triangle, that he was cute. Well, I exposed, 'It's cute that he somewhat cares'; Although, I blushed! Blushed! I don't think Bill understood, which I'm grateful for, but I still did. It was weird. He thought that it was what friends do, that they do, but to me...this was different. I meant it in a different way. It confused me. It confuses me greatly! I want to say something but it can't be right. No way! I'll...I'll write again soon and this will all be a misunderstanding! On my part.

Signing off,

The Author

(Bill's POV While Dipper's Writing)

I hear Pinetree's trying to confuse me though it wasn't working. I heard what he was writing. Was that redness not mean embarrassment? I thought for sure it did! Great. Maybe it has two different meanings! But what was the other one?

As I continue to read his thoughts, he starts thinking but stops himself. However, I know what he means. Is that the other meaning? It doesn't make sense! Pinetree, you're confusing me! I yell in frustration. Luckily, I'm alone. I need to pent out some frustration. I float toward Earth and look around to find something to do.

As I look, I notice that nothing will satisfy this emotion. Not anymore. Not after befriending Pinetree. I float back up and sit on my throne, in the right size, of course. All I think about his hanging out with Pinetree! I heavily sigh and look down on Earth. Nothing but hanging out with Pinetree satisfies me. I almost smile but get rid of it. What is Pinetree doing to me?

(Dipper's POV) 60 Days Since Weirdmageddon Went Global, 15 Days Since Bill Hanged Out With Dipper

I look around my room, bored. I finished all my riddle books but, Bill hasn't seen me since I pretty much told him he was cute. I guess it was a bigger deal than I thought. Maybe Bill figured out what I was writing! Stupid brain, stupid thoughts! I look to my corkboard to see it with strings. I'm solving why Gravity Falls is- was, attracting all the weirdness. I don't think I'm close. It's one of the things that's always confused me.

I walk up to it to get my mind off things. It works for an hour or two but, I still think about Bill. I groan and walk over to my nook. I grab a random book, only thinking about Bill, and see that I'm holding a book called 'How to Know You're In Love.' I throw the book across the room and sit in the desk chair. I try to write but, nothing comes to mind. I go to the kitchen to make some food. It's tasty but, I'm still learning. I wash my plate. I take a shower, letting my mind run and I don't stop it. If I do, I might go crazy. I finish up and get some pajamas on. I walk toward the bed to see the book still on the floor. I sigh and pick it up. I get comfy and start reading.

I'm going to regret this, aren't I?