Plans~

Lo Adoro

That afternoon, Bill was sat into a chair, and his hair was styled by Mabel, who talked and talked about how important the first date was and that he had better act right for Dipper and not embarrass him too much.

Bill frowned. "Why can't I embarrass him? When I do, his face gets red, and that reminds me of blood.... blood is amazing, Shooting Star, and it can do amazing things."

Mabel rolled her eyes at this. "Like what Bill? Do a demonic spell or something? I do know from biology class that it is a necessity for any animal's body to even work."

Bill grinned at this new topic. "It also does well for paint."

"Gross, Bill," Mabel said, making a gagging expression.

Bill shrugged. "I thought you'd get a kick out of that one. Sapling says that when you're in Piedmont you do a lot of arts and crafts."

"Yes, Sir Dipping Sauce is right about that, but I wouldn't use blood to paint!"

"How about mucus?"

"Green isn't a creative color, Bill,"

"Right."

Mabel smiled at her work, now that she was finally done. "Okay, what do you think?"

Bill stood up, grinning at his reflection in the mirror. "What, do you not like your brother or something? He might die over how good I look. Ooooh, death. But with someone else. Can't have Pine Tree dying, can we?"

"No, no we cannot. Anyway, Dipper is waiting for you in the living room downstairs. Go to him. It is Mabel's order," Mabel said, popping a piece of candy in her mouth. "Oh, and have fun!"

Bill smiled, patting the girls head. "Will do, Shooting Star." He walked down the stairs, making sure he hadn't left his favorite knife in his pocket. It wasn't there.

A creak was heard from the stairway, and Dipper looked up. He smiled lightly. "Oh, hey Bill. You look great," he said, blushing as he did so.

Bill walked over to the boy outstretching his hand. "And you look adorable, as always. Shall we?"

Dipper nodded his head, taking the other's hand, and they walked out of the house and off to the movies.

"So, what's the movie called again?" Bill asked, looking down to make eye contact with Dipper.

"It's called 'The Digression'. It's about this disease that makes people go insane and deduce to doing crazy things, like trying to eat another person or going on a killing spree. It's supposed to be really gory, so I can't go to it with Mabel."

"Do I need a fake ID?"

"This town's so lazy, they don't even check the age. That's why we go to the movies a lot," Dipper explained, while Bill knew this already (he knows lots of things), he wanted listen Dipper's voice. It was so... entrancing whenever he talked for some reason. Bill didn't understand this slight emotion, and he couldn't pin point it yet, but had to be a positive emotion.

"Bill? Bill? Hello, Bill?"

"What? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about how I need more deer teeth, that's all," Bill said quickly, and very out of character for him. Excluding the part about the deer teeth, of course.

A cold hand reached up and touched his forehead, and Bill's face grew hot. "Are you okay?" Dipper asked, removing his hand. "You're really warm. Maybe you're sick. We can go back home and watch a different movie, if you want."