(Dipper pov)
A week later
I groan as I hit my head against the lunch table. "Spanish sucks. Why do we even need to learn it?"
"Come on it can't be that bad." Bill picks up one of my Spanish assignments looking over it. "Are these even real words?"
"Yes and I have no idea what any of it means. The teacher won't even let us use the internet to translate it or look up a spanish dictonary."
"That sucks. I gotta go piss real quick." He leaves leaving just me and Kill. I don't think I have ever hung out with him where it was just us. I only really hang out with him when Bill is around.
I lift up my head seeing he's drawing in a notebook. "What you drawing?"
"Anthony's wife said her church is doing a special thing for people like him, people who have taken their own lives, and the church wants pictures of people in the community who have done it. She does't have any pictures of him anymore and I know if I give her one from home she won't give it back so I'm drawing her one instead."
"That's kind of you."
"It's just so she leaves us alone for a bit."
"What do you mean?"
A sigh escapes him. "She.....she and I never really got along. I thought she was uptight and made Anthony less fun. I thought she was being cruel when she threatened to take her kids when Anthony was struggling. But I know she's a good mom, I just wish she would live her own life instead of trying to invade ours. My family is fucked up enough."
"At least you have people who support what you do."
He finally looks up at me. "What's your story?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know about my family, so tell me about yours."
"My parents met in college, my dad was part of a band. It wasn't anything big but he loved it. My mom didn't but she loved him so she put up with it. When she got pregnant with me and my sister, she asked him to quit the band to raise us. She didn't want to quit her career to be a mom. Her job always came before us."
"And your dad was just fucking okay with this?"
"He loved her and he loves us. When I got interested in music he supported me and even helped me learn how to play guitar when my mom wasn't around."
"Your dad sounds like an upstanding guy, why haven't we met him much or your new place?"
"He works more now that it's me and him and the apartment is a mess since we haven't gotten around to unpacking everything yet. Most of our things are still packed away in boxes because we just haven't had the time to unbox anything with him working and then me having practice after school."
"At least you know he cares, that's all that really matters in life."
"Yeah.....thank you for last week."
"What do you mean?"
"At the party, when Robbie was going to......you stopped him. Bill had to pull you away. So thank you for saving me."
"I don't like people who fuck with my friends."
"We're friends?"
"Yeah. We see each other everyday, you hangout at my house and date my brother, what else would we be?"
"......what does me dating Bill have to do with anything?"
"Just accept the fucking friend title." He gives a small smile as he goes back to sketching.
Bill runs over to the table and grabs my wrist pulling me out of the room. "Come on Dipper, we're going to be late and I almost forgot!"
"Forgot what Bill? What on earth are you talking about?" I pull out of his graps before he can drag me into the auditorium.
"Don't you remember, I signed us up for it last week."
I groan as I remember about the talent show. "Do I seriously have to? "
"It will help you get used to singing in front of people who aren't just me."
"Don't you already do enough of this in class."
"Nope."
Grabbing my wrist again he pulls me into the auditorium and backstage where I see other people waiting, including Mabel and her bitchy dance group that hates me for no reason other than being born.
"I made sure that we're going first."
"What? B-but why would you do that?"
"So you can't flake out." He pulls me over to a keyboard that he sits at and I put my glasses in my pocket just as the curtain rises and I see about half the school in the seats since most don't really like seeing the talent show. I nervously gulp feeling my throat closing up. "Hey." I look over at Bill who gives me a reassuring smile before he starts to play. Taking a deep breath I let the words come out, imagining that no one else is around so it's just me and Bill like always.
"I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go? So why don't we go?
Oh, this could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know"
When the song ends, the room is just filled with a deathly silence and I start panicking until I hear everyone start to clap for us, something I never imagined possible.
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The Song of My Soul
FanfictionEver since Dipper was little he's loved music. He would love listening to any music he could get his hands on, especially cds from his dad's old band. While his dad is more than supportive of Dipper wanting to be a musician, his mother is quite the...
