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

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FRIDAY, AUGUST 12TH — SATURDAY, AUGUST 13TH

Dipper's eyes widened, not responding right away due to shock. What was Bill doing? Was he doing what he thinks he's doing? Is this really happening? There's no way — he has to be dreaming. Not that he's had one of those in a while... they suddenly stopped one day. He thought it was weird but figured that he just wasn't dreaming from exhaustion or that he was forgetting them by the time he woke up. He didn't worry about it, he had several other things that were clouding his mind. Such as what was happening in this exact moment. Bill was kissing him.

A moment passed as Dipper's head got a chance to process what was happening and soon he relaxed, closing his eyes and returning the soft movements. Holy shit. Bill was kissing him. He was kissing Bill. This was actually happening. He wanted to pull away so he could pinch himself but he also didn't want this to end. He was afraid that if he'd pulled away, the wrong message would be sent, and this would never happen again.

Eventually, Bill pulled away first, a soft smile on his face, and they both caught their breath. Dipper stared at him, still in shock, the same couple of sentences running through his brain: this isn't real, this is a dream, holy shit that actually happened, what in the fresh hell am I doing?

"Pine Tree?" Bill asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Maybe that was the wrong move, but the kid only seemed to respond to actions rather than words. And he had the feeling that if he had just said something, he wasn't going to believe him.

"I— Do— Y-you, actually..." the brunette stammered, at a loss for words.

Bill should've realized that he wasn't going to believe him regardless of what he did.

"Yes," he nodded, moving one hand to grasp his while the other moved up to caress his cheek. "Yes, Dipper. I like you, too."

"Hoolllllyyyy shit," he breathed, starting to hyperventilate. "Holy shit."

"Okay, okay, c'mon, we just did this," Bill said quickly, squeezing the brunette's hand reassuringly, his other hand still resting on his cheek. He started his controlled breaths again. "C'mon, kid. In and out. In... and out."

"Sorry," he said once he had gotten himself composed once more. He felt his cheeks grow hot, embarrassed at the fact that he cannot have a simple fucking conversation without panicking. And Bill liked him? When he had to put up with that? It was still hard for him to wrap his head around.

"Why are you sorry?" Bill's expression was one of concern but it was also soft and loving. Dipper had seen expressions like these directed at him before, but they were always following darker emotions. He kept deflecting his thoughts; now was not the time to remember any of those events. Never was it the time. If he could somehow get his hands on a memory erasing gun, he'd use it with no hesitation. But unfortunately, the only one he'd ever had was destroyed when he was twelve. And he had happened to be one of the reasons the Society of the Blind Eye was disbanded. It was, in essence, his fault that he was stuck with these memories.

"This is supposed to be a happy moment and I'm kind of ruining it," Dipper answered with a half-hearted laugh. The sudden amusement in his face caught Bill off guard. He was so upset and now he's amused. He didn't understand emotions in general, but in this moment, he really did not understand emotions. "Good God, I am so ridiculous."

For once, Bill was the one at a loss for words. He was struggling to tell what Dipper was exactly feeling. There was still hints of pessimism in his chosen vocabulary, but the way he was speaking, the fact that his breaths had gone back to normal, he was... Kind of back to himself?