13 Reasons Why (Billdip)

Chapter 11

(Bill pov)

I sit in Bill's car, the walkman in one hand and my tape in the other. Knowing that this one is mine makes this so so much harder.

"....if you don't want to do this alone, you could put it on my stereo."

"No, I can't. I can't stand the thought of his voice in the car speakers. I need to listen to it alone....especially this one...."

"Okay.....when you're ready, listen to it. I will just start driving to lookout point. You're going to want the fresh air up there."

"What about my bike?"

"I can come back for it."

He starts driving, the street only lit up by his headlights and the street lights.

Taking a deep breath in and out, I put the tape in the walkman. I plug in the earbuds putting them in my ears before pressing play.

"Bill....fuck man....I am sorry. I know that you have been dreading this, trust me I have been dreading having to record this. I hate that I have to. I wish to all god that I didn't have to add your name on here. But I have to....because your part in my story is important. And maybe I'm a little selfish by wanting to have one last chance to talk to you. Even if I never will here from you again. So here it goes....that night. You know the night. You know the story but I have to talk about it or it will eat me up. Let's back up a bit. Back to the beginning of the party. Or at least my beginning of it."

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(Dipper pov)

I sit in an armchair, holding my beer in my hands. Glancing at the couch I see some people playing spin the bottle. In the kitchen it's poker and in the hallway it's seven minutes in heaven.

A sigh escapes me as I down the rest of the beer. I don't even know why I came. Maybe just because I was tired of sitting in my room alone? Or just tired of hearing everything from last year going on repeat in my head. I guess I just needed one night of no bullshit.

Setting the empty bottle down I head upstairs, finding an empty bedroom. I sit on the bed taking out my phone. Should I call someone to come get me?

I look up hearing the door open and it's Bill in black jeans and a yellow button up shirt. "Oh...sorry, I didn't realize someone was here."

He turns to leave. "Bill, wait." He turns back to me. "You....you don't have to go...."

He shrugs, stepping back into the room and shutting the door. "Are you okay?"

"I don't really know how to answer that."

"Well, I didn't expect to see you here. You don't like parties."

"I know...." I stand up shoving my phone back in my pocket. Bill walks up to me, gently grabbing my chin making me look up at him. There's a small smile on his lips, the one that always made everything seem like it was going to be all better.

"I missed you, Pinetree."

"I missed you too, Bill."

He leans closer, his lips softly kissing mine. My eyes widen in shock before my hands grab at his shirt pulling him closer. He pulls away too soon, smiling down at me.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"Then don't stop."

He kisses me again and I kiss him back, one hand gripping his shirt the other holding his cheek. He takes my hat off my head dropping it to the ground and  walks me back until my legs hit the bed. I sit on the bed laying back on it as he climbs on top of me. I gently put a hand on his chest pushing him off slightly. "W-Wait, Bill, just wait."