She Will Always Hate Me

xvi: damaged but golden

WARNING:
This story deals with some heavy topics i.e. mental health, depression, mentions of suicide, physical abuse, as well as eating disorders. Please read at your own risk.

I'd also like to say that I have finally created a playlist for this book. You can find it posted on my bio under the 'playlist' section, as well as on my message board.

Ten minutes before Dipper received a call from Paz, he was standing in front of his stove, and —unbeknownst to him— was humming a familiar tune as he stirred the noodles into the the pot of boiling water.

"If your heart has got a mind, too; you could love someone like me." He hummed, placing the wooden spoon he was using onto its resting spot.

Behind him, someone snorted. "Really? First of all, you're being a stereotypical housewife who hums while she cooks, and second of all, New Grass Revival? Didn't dig ya for the country-lovin type."

Dipper blinked a few times before he turned back to look at his current company. "I beg your pardon?"

Gadget shot Dipper a sly grin as he fiddled with a spare rubber band he had found on the counter. "Y'know, I am unused to seeing you play ignorant, it doesn't suit your face, darling."

Dipper scowled lightly at the nickname. What was with his two closest guy friends calling him pet names? Closing his eyes for a moment, he composed himself. Had he been humming? "I didn't mean to disrupt you, my most sincere apologies." He gave a mocking bow before glancing back to the pot of pasta.

"And I appreciate your most sincere apology." Gadget got up from his chair and walked up to where Dipper stood. "Y'know, I had reasons for comin' here tonight."

"Really? Could've fooled me." Dipper kept his eyes trained on the boiling water. "I just assumed that you were only doing it to bother the hell out of me."

"Oh, you're so funny, aren'tcha?" Gadget leaned against the counter, eyes alight with humor. "Now, ya see, one of my acquaintances is hostin' a little get-together this evening, and I figured you'd wanna go. It's been sometime since you've made an appearance."

Dipper heaved a sigh. He had never been one for parties. He believed them to be too congested and full of ignorance. However, every now and then he would indulge the menace standing in his kitchen with his company. "I dunno, Gadge," he stirred the noddles once for good measure so they didn't stick to the bottom. "I'm afraid I've got quite the busy night ahead of me."

"Really?" Gadget asked, his tone unwavering from monotonous.

"Oh, but of course," Dipper pointed with the wooden spoon to the book on the kitchen counter. "I've a lovely book to finish, and an enjoyable dinner to eat. After, I shall retire to my bedroom for as much rest as my insomniac brain can take."

Gadget simply snorted. "Really? That's your busy night? Jesus, you sound like Fred." His lips furrowed downward for half a second, expressing enough distaste for Dipper to pick up on, but not nearly long enough to question him about it. "How old are you, again?"

"I think you keep forgetting that I am younger than you are." Dipper deadpanned, then added a teasing lilt to his voice. "They say memory is the first thing to go with age."

"Oh, screw you." Gadget meandered closer to him, eyes in a glare yet there was traces of humor and amusement in them.

"Eh, I'll pass." Dipper muttered, deciding to end the conversation by picking up the book that rested on the counter.