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Billdip- Making up.

Dipper's POV:

It has been three days since Bill and I had gotten into a really, really big fight. He had killed another innocent person, although we had an agreement that he wouldn't do it again. I got scared and told him to leave. And that we needed some time apart. Of course, I didn't mean any of it. I just...thought he might do something to me. He might hurt or even kill me. I'm sure he would never, he just looked lost. Like he might not be able to control his anger and frustration. But now, he won't answer any of my texts or calls. And I think maybe he took it literally. God, I hate myself. 

Bill's POV:

It was now the third day after Dipper and I had fought. Kill and Tyrone had let me crash at their house with them, so I was stuck here until I had the courage to pick up and look at my phone. I was scared I was going to see those five little words. "I'm breaking up with you." 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, which I quickly wiped the tears off my face and opened it, revealing Kill with last nights leftover chicken and Mac & Cheese. He greeted me with a warm smile, which I tried to do the same. He handed me the leftovers and sat next to me in bed. "You'll need to check your phone soon, Bill." Kill muttered, glancing over at the black phone with neon yellow brick patterns glowing on the bottom. Although I didn't want to try or believe it, he was right. I can't just hide away from my phone because I'm scared of a few texts. But these weren't just some random texts you would regularly get. These would determine if I get to stay with Dipper. Kill picked up the phone and handed it to me slowly. "Come on." He started. "Besides, you'll have to soon. I don't think Tyrone can handle having somebody else in here for another day!" I chuckled and nodded. Kill smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, his touch being comforting and loving. "I'm sure everything will be fine. Dipper is quite forgiving, and seems like a wonderful guy to be with! He's also probably worried sick about you right now. Just text him and see how it goes." 

I turned on the phone, the blue light reflecting off my face and back into the screen. Soon enough, I had gotten notified about all of Dipper's missed calls and apology texts. I scrolled through each one, feeling guiltier and guiltier as I read. "God, ...He shouldn't have to apologize, it's my goddamn fault!" I buried my face into my hands. Kill gently took the phone and put it in my bag. He put his hand up to my face before I could say anything. "Go tell Dipper that. Say you're sorry to him." My eyes widened. "Kill, it's not that easy..." 

"Yes it is! You said that you love him, right? That you want to be with him? To save your relationship? Go tell him you're sorry." Kill smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me up onto my feet. We started to back up my stuff. "You can be quite bossy when you want to, Kill." Kill stood up straight and proudly said, "That's what being the oldest is all about!"

Tyrone and Kill had waved goodbye and I had teleported back to my house, my fist levitating next to the wooden door. Hopefully he wouldn't be mad, scared, or worse, sad. I couldn't bear to see Dipper sad. My fist patted on the door softly, and I was soon greeted by Dipper's face. "B-Bill...?" Dipper muttered, tears swelling up in his eyes. Mine started to do the same. I dropped my bag and scooped Dipper up into my arms, he giggled and nuzzled into my shirt. "W-Why weren't you answering my texts?" He mumbled. I sighed and looked down at his now puffy eyes. "I was scared...scared you might leave me. I know it's a silly excuse, but please...please try and forgive me, darling." I mumbled. Dipper smiled and pulled me into a kiss, is lips soft and forgiving.

"Of course I will, Bill."

Sorry for any mistakes! I am TIRED.