Love Unheard

Chapter 8

(Dipper pov)

I step into the classroom and Bill nudges me gently, motioning towards the teacher and I see that she's gesturing for me to come over, looking pissed and annoyed at the sight of me. What the hell did I ever do to this lady to make her life so miserable?

I go over to her desk and once again I can tell she's purposely talking over exaggerated and slow. "I am aware that I was rude yesterday so I wanted to say sorry." I wait for her to say it but she doesn't and her body language doesn't look sorry either. I'm guessing the principal told her to apologize. She hands me a white board and dry erase marker. "This is so you can participate in class."

Taking the board and marker I just write a message for her on it. Isn't the point of me doing the extra work because I can't participate?

"Well now you'll be able to do both."

I just roll my eyes slightly before I write another message for her. Can I just have the extra work now?

"No. You get it once class is over. Now go sit down."

A sigh escapes me as I take my seat. It's not like I'll be able to even tell what she's saying. She doesn't fully face the class when she talks so I can't read her lips clearly.

I just instead open my textbook and get to work on what I know she's going to have assigned as homework anyway. Might as well get this done at least.

I look up feeling Bill tap me on the shoulder. I look towards the board at the front of the classroom but she doesn't even have anything written on it. Seriously lady? What the fuck is wrong with you that you call on someone who you know can't hear whatever it is you fucking asked?

Glancing at Bill he discreetly shows me three fingers so that's what I write on the whiteboard and hold up for her to see. She just frowns before she goes on talking and turning away so I can't even see what she's saying.

This is already going to be a long day.

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After School

Me and Bill walk through the forest as I look at the map in my hands, marking off the bunker we just left. Why does Ford have so many of these bunkers? Like seriously we have been looking for hours through bunkers that could help me figure out why I keep having these weird dreams and so far nothing. We have found lots of notes on some of Ford's failed experiments but so far nothing on what could be causing me to have these dreams. And so far we have looked in what I think was 12 bunkers.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder I look up at Bill. "Why does your great uncle have so many of these bunkers? Is he like super paranoid or something about the end of the world?"

I fold up the map putting it in my pocket so I can sign while I talk. "No, it's not that. At least I don't think it is. I think he just had them for his more dangerous research like the shape shifter."

"What's that?"

"It was this thing me and my sister found in a bunker of his when we were 12. It could turn into anything it wanted to. Tried to trick me into giving it Ford's journal so it would have more things to turn in to. It....it turned into this girl I thought I had a crush on at the time. Not one of my best moments."

"Oh okay-wait what do you mean by you 'thought' you had a crush on her?"

"After I left Gravity Falls, I realized I swung the other way. I had the feeling that my crush on Wendy wasn't right but kids my age were supposed to have crushes on the hot older girls so I forced myself into a crush for an entire summer."

Before he can say anything else we get to a tree that I know is a secret door to another one of Ford's bunkers. I climb up the tree and grab one branch pulling it down and the entire tree lifts up revealing the metal stairs that lead down to the bunker.

I start the climb down when my foot slips and I fall the rest of the way, my scream cut off as Bill catches me in his arms bridal smile and a slight smirk on his face.

"Wow, I didn't know you were falling for me, Dipper."

I feel my face blush bright red as I push against his chest slightly forcing him to put me down on my feet. I lead him down into the bunker, past the area where Ford would use as a living space and back into the experimental parts of the bunker.

We stand in the observation room, a two way mirror showing a room where an identical version of the portal Ford had orignally made stands. What the hell was he doing down here?

I open a drawer taking out a pile of notes and skim through them, looking for answers on anything to do with my dreams and on why he made two portals.

Glancing at Bill I see he looks at me confused but for a minute it looks like there's some other look on his face. Something I can't quite place.

"I think by these notes that Ford made two portals, one in the basement of his house and then this one here just in case something went wrong with the one in the basement."

"Where does the portal lead to?"

"The Nightmare Realm.....the most dangerous realm out there in the entire universe."

"What if the answers to your dreams can be found in that realm?"

"No. If we open the portal, creatures from that realm would come into ours."

"But you're the one who wants answers to why you keep having these dreams. Isn't it worth the risk?"

"Of course it isn't!" I see him take a step back, probably in surprise since I meant to make my voice louder that time. I can feel my hands shaking. "Bill, trust me. You don't want to know what's on the other side of that portal. Promise me that you won't go looking for answers that way."

"Okay. I promise."

I look at the time on my watch, it getting late. I put the notes back where I found them as we exit the bunker. I look up at Bill.

"Why did you come to Gravity Falls? You don't know anyone here after all."

He gives a small shrug as he puts his hands in his pockets. "Back where I come from, if you don't end up in trouble than no one knows who you are. I was tired of only being known for everything I did wrong in my life. Wanted a fresh start I guess."

He leans back against a nearby tree with a sad look in his eyes.

"There's a block on the edge of this town no one talks about
Where the train doesn't stop and the kids know they're not getting out
You live in the loop, the smokes on the stoop
Counting the coins you got
You work at a bar where all that you are is everything you're not
Someone tell me when
I can start again
And rewrite this story
How long can I stay
Lost without a way to rewrite
I wish I could rewrite this story" He looks at me in surprise as I take his hand in mine, feeling the blush creeping on my face again and I see a slight blush on Bill's face as well.

"Pretty face, pretty voice; pretty much someone they forget
Hard to tell me apart from the ten other boys they just met
"We can't see the hook, we can't sell the look"
I see it every day
"You won't be a star if you're who you are"
So I just fade away
Make me someone new
Tell me what I do to rewrite this story

How long can I stay
Lost without a way to rewrite
I wish I could rewrite this story
Change every word of every line
Write any story but mine
Someone tell me when
Can I start again
And rewrite this story
Yeah, Yeah
How long can I stay
Lost without a way to rewrite
Rewrite
I wish I could rewrite this story"

He tilts my head slightly and catches me completely off guard as his lips softly connect with mine.