Loving A Psychopath (Billdip) Gravity Falls

9: His Attention

Dipper's POV

The day went by pretty fast. Bill got used to the people I call my family. He even enjoyed watching Mabel knit sweaters! Like he enjoyed that! I decided to check up on them.

"Hey guys-" I stopped at the door.

Mabel was obsessingly giggling, watching Bill spin around in a fluffy yellow sweater. Bill's and Mabel's conversation muffled after a while.

Besides, he's having fun. I should let him.

Then, it was the afternoon.

Bill wasn't with Mabel, but with Stan. He and Stan were yelling and cheering in this disastrous car race. Bill was cheering for the red car, obviously using his illuminacho skills to pick the winning car. Bill rolled over on the chair, laughing as Stan flooded in his defeat.

He's having fun...he can have fun.

Night. It was nighttime.

Ford usually cooks for us since Stan makes the weirdest foods. I stand outside the kitchen, watching Bill and Ford talk and move around. Bill did the salt and pepper, the top flying off in his attempt to make it better.

I laughed.

Not that hard.

Why..am I getting some worked up? Over his..attention?

He's..having fun. That's all that matters to me.

We all started to eat for dinner, but the same question went through my head at the same time. That same statement Bill said.

Who's Bill's dad?

Demons don't have dad's right?

He was joking. Trying to keep a low profile?

I looked over at Bill, using his spoon to scoop some ice cream to taste. I let him go crazy with the flavors since he has never tasted anything.

Eventually, everyone went to sleep except for me and Bill. I wanted to wait until he fell asleep before I did. If he ever did sleep.
Once he does, I could have some peace.

Bill slammed his hands on the table, overflowing with flavor.

"P-I-N-E-T-R-E-E. This is SO GOOD!" Bill yelled, rolling over and stuffing more in his face like a 5 year old.

I watched his poor body on the floor, ice cream on and around his mouth.

"Here." I state, giving him a napkin.

He snatched it from my hand, wiping his face with a pout. "Not like I needed it."

"Tsh whatever illuminacho."

He laughed a bit, crossing his legs on the ground.

Hm, maybe it was the time to ask. He seemed calm. Not completely insane at the moment. Plus, we're all alone now.

"What was that story cover up you told Stan? I mean it was pretty good considering you bonded with him and you made yourself less suspicious." I explained. "Even I was impressed you came up with it-"