An Odd Thing

Mixed Feelings

That night...
"Night Gid Gid!" "Night Paz..."
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The lamp was turned off, and the only light visible was the moonlight laminating from the window.
Gideon frowned and looked at the darkness of the room. Sitting up and feeling... Oddly down. He slipped out of his bed and looked at the mirror.
He didn't really like mirrors. Because of what was on the other side.
Thinking about this made his frown deepen.
Gross.
He turned away and made a deep sigh. Needing fresh air, something. Anything. There was always this little voice in the back of his head, and it was the voice of others.

The next thing he knew, he was in the woods.
Had he closed the window?
Did he ever trip while coming here?
It was a blur, he didn't know, and didn't want to think too hard as he sat on a clean log.

Finally the day was over for Dipper, smiled and forced laughter to make himself seem more approachable, and Mabel did the same. He went home for a bit to get a drink of water, but as soon as the sun went down Dipper was out and about once more.
He was looking forward to going back to his spot. It was even more special at night,the starts scattered through the dark purple colored sky. He actually liked the sound of the owls perched onto the trees. He especially loved the shadows of said trees since it was too dark to see them clearly.
Dipper shoved his hands into his pockets and began his small trip to his spot. Not bothering to bring a book since he liked to indulge in the night air and not concentrate on anything.
Gideon sighed and rested his head in a hand. Looking downward tiredly. Not in a sleepy type of tired, a certain tired that has never went away since he was only so small.
For the moment, that tired was strongest. What was happening to the poor white headed boy? What made him so tired of everything, and anything?
As Dipper walked he noticed the sitting figure, so of course he approached it, a grin growing on his lips as he noticed who it was. "My my, why isn't it Porkchop~" He placed his hands on the other's shoulders, seeing that his mood wasn't as perky as it usually was, that brought a bit of amusement to him. "What's eating at ya, Porkchop?"
He surprisngly groaned rather weakly, using his hands to hold his freckled arms. "Nothing..." He mummbled, looking away at the dark blue of the night that was supposed to be calming. Having Dipper Pines here made it more uncomfortable... With the fact that his voice had a sharp edge of pleasure.
The way the older put his hands on both of his shoulders gave him goosebumps too. His hands were cold, even with having a puffy navy blue jacket
"Aw." He whined, mocking sympathy. "What's wrong Porkchop? You can tell me~" His grin returned to his lips. "It's me, your friend Dipper~" A low chuckle escaped him as he tightened his hold on the other's shoulders. "That money option is still out there, boy. The poor don't always have to be sad~"
"... ...." He looked down. "Leave me alone, Pines..." He said, angrily and sadly. Though his facial expression wasn't recognizable, since his head was low.
Dipper moved so his arms were wrapped around the younger males neck,his sinister grin never leaving his lips. "Why so angry, Porkchop?" He laughed lightly, but felt a small pressure in the pit of his stomach, one that was starting to make him rather angry as well, but he covered it up with his sarcastic facade.
He growled and roughly shoved him off. "STOP IT!" The boy suddenly yelled out.
Gideon was now standing up, but his legs felt like noodles, so he had a slight wobble...
He was mad, but at the same time totally in distress. His breath quivered with his lip.
Dipper's evil grin was replaced by an agitated frown as he walked in front of the other. Now, he was angry. He grabbed the front of the other's shirt and jerked him forward a bit. "Don't ever do that again." His voice came out low, how dare he push him away? How dare he show any signs of violence? 'Has he forgotten who I am?' He thought, Gideon was about to be hit.
He squeaked, now full of fear and flushed from past distression.
"I-I'm sorry--" the boy shook a little. No one had ever really been mad at him before. Especially like this, being grabbed by the shirt by someone that was a lot taller than him, so Dipper almost loomed over.
Gideon really didn't mean to be so aggressive, he was in a really bad time and he still really is.
Dipper pushed the other away as he let go of his shirt. "Now, why the hell are you so annoying? Well, more annoying than usual." Dipper said whilst crossing his arms.
He fell to the ground with a rough thud. Now shaking uncontrollably and turning red in the middle of his face. Hot salt droplets pooling out from his eye lids. He couldn't move. Not like this.
"I-I j-just-t-t w-wanted to c-c-calm d-down--"
Snake like eyes held a strong glare, locking onto him. "Calm down from what?" He snarled at him, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently, he was rather good at that.
He sobbed harder and put his face in his hands stressfully.
"F-From m-myself... ... Body d-dysmorohic d-d-disorder... I... I... I can't e-even look decent t-to MYSELF!! I'm pathetic a-and I-I know it so y-you don't have to r-remind me!... Porkc-chop, fatty, useless, ugly f-freckled--"
He stopped, his gaze softening. He swallowed thickly, slowly kneeling down in front of the other. "I, uh...I call you Porkchop because I think it's kind of cute...and pigs are annoying, but mostly the cute." He said with a awkward cough. What else was he supposed to say? He didn't give two shits, but why was he trying? Maybe because he didn't want this boy to be more trouble than he already was. Yeah, that's why.
He turned quiet, looking up from his hands. His eyes were still puffy and his cheeks were plump red. Sniffling, he responded quietly. "W-What?... Really--"
He quickly moved his gaze away from the other male. "Yeah... I guess, whatever. And... Freckles aren't so bad. I mean...I like the sky...and you kinda have like stars on you." He moved one hand to rub the back of his neck.
His eyes slightly sparkled as he wiped off his tears. Sniffling again and completely calming down.
Stars... Freckle stars... He liked that...
Why was Dipper being so nice though? He seemed like a completely different person...
Probably to make him stop crying, since things like that usually annoyed Dipper.
Gideon wanted to believe the words were truthful because they sounded genuine, but then again the ice eyed boy was quite the actor.
Sniffling once more, he got up and slowly brushed himself off.
Dipper also stood, suddenly gently hitting the boy on the side of the head, glaring at him once more. "Don't tell anyone about this or I'll burn you so bad that your freckles would be the least of your worries." And with that Dipper took off, he didn't want to go to his special spot anymore, he just wanted to go home.
And with that, the boy was gone.
Leaving a quite flustered little Gideon. "Oh my goodness--"