And I Told Them I Invented Times New Roman [billdip]

Who Dat Boy

TUESDAY, JUNE 7TH

Mabel stood outside Dipper's apartment, banging on his door as if it were an emergency. To her, it was. Dipper hadn't left his apartment since she dragged him out to the night club, and saw he'd been ordering an unconscionable amount of food for delivery from their shared DoorDash account.

Dipper was irritated as he swung the door open, causing Mabel to hold her fist up in the air, mid-knock.

"What?" he asked, annoyed. It was around noon, and Mabel could tell that Dipper hadn't been sleeping well. If he had been sleeping at all, that is.

"Bag check for your eyes, bro-bro!" she grinned, pushing past him and entering the apartment. Dipper shut the door behind him, turning to face her. Exasperation covered his face.

"What?" he repeated, crossing his arms across his chest, sending her a glare. This only made her smirk more.

"We are going to lunch!" she cheered, accenting her voice with jazz hands. Dipper noticed she had a couple of bright, colorful bandaids covering her fingers, and realized she must've cut herself while doing arts and crafts again. The bandaids matched her rainbow colored nails and matched the rainbow patches on her overalls.

"No," he answered. He was trying to start a new project, and while he hadn't exactly gotten in the groove of it yet, he still wanted that time available to do so. He wasn't even in a state to leave the house — he wasn't dressed, still in a plain t-shirt and boxers, and he hadn't brushed his hair. And he didn't want to chance running into a certain blonde. Mabel doesn't need to know that, though.

"Nope, you're not getting out of this," she shook her head, grabbing Dipper's arm and manhandled him into his bedroom. "You've been Mr. Grumpy Grumps for long enough. Put on some pants and let's go!"

"Fine," he grumbled, realizing that he really couldn't say no to his sister. He quickly threw on a pair of blue jeans from his dresser and grabbed a red flannel to go over his t-shirt. He took a glance at himself in the bathroom mirror, deciding he at least looked alive, rather than a wandering zombie. While they were no longer in Gravity Falls, that didn't mean that other cities didn't experience the supernatural either, and he did not want to risk being bashed on the head with an anchor and a wooden barrel because some cops thought he was a zombie.

Dipper exited the bedroom and before he could even register where Mabel was, she was gripping him by his shirt and pulling him out the door.

-x-

Arriving at a local Chinese restaurant, Dipper and Mabel stood patiently in the short line to be seated. Dipper was taking in the surroundings, ignoring whatever nonsense Mabel was going on about. There was a small black fountain in the center of the lobby, which had actual, live koi fish swimming around. There were several coins at the bottom and Dipper guessed that people took it upon themselves to make it a wishing fountain. The walls were covered in large mirrors, making the restaurant feel much larger than it actually was. There was fake, green bamboo scattered around and it made the place feel fairly cozy.

Dipper shifted his gaze towards the others around him. There were only three people ahead of them, so they'd be sat down soon. There was a line on the other end of the counter for take-out orders, of which nobody was currently—

Dipper's attention was cut at the sound of the bell atop the door ringing, his eyes widening at the sight of the blonde man from the club approaching the counter. He was able to get a much better look at the man in the bright light of the restaurant, compared to the dark, flashing, strobing lights at the night club. Unaware of his actions, he moved slightly to try and hide behind Mabel.

"Are you even listen— What are you doing?" she asked, raising her eyebrow at him. She looked at his face and turned her head, following his gaze, and gasped.

"No, Mabel, stop—"

"Oh my god!" she squealed, grabbing the attention of the person in front of them, who promptly gave her a weird look and then turned back to his phone. She had a giddy look, balling her fists and swinging them with joy. "It's the guy!"

"Mabel, shut up," Dipper shushed her, grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around to face him. "You're drawing attention to us!"

Mabel grinned and pushed the button on her pink sweater, lighting up the lightbulb attached to it. While she'd grown taller since they were twelve, she still managed to fit into all of her hundreds of sweaters. And the fire — no, fun — hazard that it was, still fit her perfectly fine.

"Yeah, thanks," the blonde man said to the cashier, grabbing the plastic 'thank you' bag off the counter. He turned around and his eyes caught Dipper's, sending him a wink and smirk before he exited the restaurant.

"I'm gonna have a heart attack," Dipper breathed, unaware he had been holding his breath the entire time. Mabel had a huge shit-eating grin across her face, giving her brother 'the eye.'

"You liiikkkeeee him!" she teased, poking his chest accusingly. The line had moved, so they quickly stepped forward.

"No, I don't even know him," Dipper responded, shaking his head, but felt his cheeks grow hot. So maybe he did have a crush on some random stranger. Sure, he knew nothing about the guy, not even his name, but maybe he liked how forward he was. Liked his dancing, liked his charisma, liked his presence. His eyes. His hair. His lean body— Stop, Dipper, you're in public.

"Uh huh," Mabel giggled, wiggling her eyebrows. "Oh hey, we're next!"

They stepped up to the counter.

"Table for—" Mabel started before being cut off.

"Sorry, can we get take-out?" Dipper asked. Mabel jabbed him in the side with her elbow, shooting him a glare.

"Yeah, whatever," the guy at the counter shrugged, handing them a pair of menus. They briefly glanced over before ordering. "It'll be 10 minutes."

"What was that for, bro?" Mabel urged, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the ground, irritated. Suddenly, she paused, a look of realization washing over her face and she grinned. "You wanna go after that guy, don't you?"

"What— No!" Dipper shouted, earning more odd looks from the restaurant patrons. He sighed, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. "I just... Uh."

"Right..." Mabel continued grinning. "Go, bro-bro."

"Nope!" he said, shaking his head and running to hide in the bathroom until this was all over.