Our Christmas Carol

⟨⟨ Christmas Day ⟩⟩

As the morning sun began to rise, a certain brunette began to stir awake, not because of the light, but because of a certain smell.

The sweet smell of freshly baked goods, along with the horrible smell of smoke.

Had he left something on last night?

He quickly sat up, moving to the side of the bed and touching the cold floor. He shivered, hugging himself as he headed to the door.

The smell became stronger as he got closer to the kitchen, stopping when he heard music playing, followed by the clatter of dishes and cabinets closing.

"SHIT!", Someone yelled.

Dipper slowly stepped back, looking for something to use as a weapon, the first thing he got a hold of was a broom.

He held onto it tightly, making his way back to the kitchen.

"Who's there!?", he yelled.

He quickly stepped in, swinging the broom, his eyes widened once he realized who it was.

"B...Bill?", he said.

Said blond smiled nervously, hiding his right hand behind his back, waving with the other.

"Hey...Pinetree", Bill said.

Dipper dropped the broom, taking a few steps foward, looking at Bill suspiciously.

"What are you doing here?", Dipper asked suddenly.

"I was erm...trying to bake some cookies, though, they may not be the best work...", Bill said signaling to the tray.

Dipper looked down at them, remembering how much he loved his cooking.

He walked closer, taking one of the treats, though the other tried to stop him, he took a small bite.

Dipper began to tear up, scaring Bill, and before he could do anything, he was hugged by the brunette.

"I really hope this isn't a dream", Dipper whispered.

"This is definitly real", Bill hugged back.

They both pulled pulled apart, Dipper placing his hands on Bills face, brushing his messy hair back.

"Why are you here?", Dipper sighed, looking into Bills amber eyes.

"I...realized just how much we have been apart and...wanted us to forget the past", Bill said, placing a hand over Dippers.

"I'm glad your back", Dipper sighed.

Bill's phone began to ring, Dipper looked up at him, expecting him to leave, but he just hanged up.

"They can wait", Bill smiled.

Dipper stared with a shocked expression, but chuckled afterwards.

"Are you hungry? I made pancakes", Bill said, holding a plate out to Dipper.

Dipper smiled, booping his nose before grabbing the plate, sitting on the counter to enjoy his food.

They both talked for awhile as Bill cleaned up the kitchen, Dipper helping after he was done eating.

Bill then led him to the living room, where Dipper was suprised to see everything in place and nicely decorated, no evidence of a mess.

"H-how", Dipper stuttered.

"I guess I know everything?", Bill shrugged.

Dipper sat down at the couch, looking around the room, Bill headed towards the piano.