He has returned (Gravity Falls fanfiction)

chapter fifteen

After a short ride they all arrived at the cemetery, where last summer the 'original gang' had all hanged out together. It was their place. Throughout the whole drive Bill has not put his seat belt on. He had seen Dipper and Mabel do it but firstly he did not see the reason behind it and secondly, he again had no clue how to do it. After only two minutes of Wendy driving he had regretted his decision of not even trying because, even though the demon had never been inside a car or worse, in a driving one, he was shaken around so violently that his newly gained organs felt like they were pushed into the wrong places and he was going to throw them all up. The pig stink had not helped at all and Wendy had turned the music up so loud that Bill was sure Ford was still able to hear it in the Mystery Shack. When they finally stopped Bill had been the first to open his door, which in his looong life he had never done before with a car, and stumbled outside, catching himself on a grave stone not far away, bended over and was sure to empty his stomach right there and then, his beloved chocolate coming right out again. That thought made him even more anxious because he desperately wanted to keep Melodys gift inside of him. He straightened up, took a deep breath and the ill feeling slowly went away. "That was a horrible experience", Bill thought to himself and looked at the car in pure horror. His face made the other crack up and laugh. This did not make anything better for him. He looked at the ground, ashamed.

"Dont worry man, I know I drive like hell.", Wendy laughed and put her hand on the boys shoulder. He looked up at her, scanning her face when something hit him. A weird feeling. Again some kind of illness, but this time it was ... enjoyable. His cheecks reddened and his heartbeat began to speed up. A weird sensation spread out in his stomach, a tingly feeling. His body acted on its own, and he began smiling again, this time a genuine smile. "Dont worry, sweetheart, you drove rigth into my heart!", Bill said. He had forgotten his car sickness and was back to his old self, his flirty self. Mabels mouth was gaping open, she could not believe what Bill had just said. So couldnt Dipper but he was angry about it, his blood beginning to boil. He was going to kill that demon with his own hands if he ever got the chance. Wendy on the other hand just ignored Bills remark: "Whats your name anyways?".

"It's Bill, but you can call me yours already.", Bill answered, now leaning cooly against the gravestone. Wendy looked to the twins, her eyes asking them for help.

„Yeah, I am Wendy... nice to meet you.", she replied, unsure even about what to say because firstly, that kid was too young, secondly, he had just nearly puked and lastly did this situation remind her way to much of the thing Dipper has had for her a year ago and Wendy did not want to repeat that. Bill was not done with his flirting yet but saw it more fitting to wait a bit longer to persuade her better and wrap her around his finger. She would so fall for his tricks, he was sure of it.

„Wendy!", Dipper called out, his voice a bit higher than normal and his face red, „here, you have your hat back too." Wendy gladly turned around, away from the little emo boy who for whatever reason wore the same clothes as Dipper. That amused her and she would ask Mabel about that later and in general about the boy. It would turn out that Dipper would actually take over the explaining for her. When Wendy wanted to grab her hat, Dipper pulled her closer, whispering in her ear:" Yo, we need to talk about him."

Wendy straightened up, took the hat and nodded at Dipper. „Why don't you already look for a place to sit while ehhhhh I show Wendy some nerd stuff you are absolutely not interested in and go so far away as to not hear us talk.", Dipper said to Mabel and Bill. His sister understood, winked at him in an ack of 'good luck', grabbed Bill by the arm and dragged him away. Bill did not yet understand a lot about the human communication. He knew there were undertones and specific gestures but he still needed to learn them because he had no clue about what was going on.

When Mabel and Bill were far enough away, Wendy asked:" Who is that boy, really?"

"You will not believe me when I tell you this!", Dipper answered. He genuinly was afraid that Wendy would view him as crazy after this but Bill flirting with her was a step to far and he knew he could trust Wendy. He told her the whole story. How they arrived, when he first met the demon again, how Ford reacted, about Mary and what they want to do about it. Throughout the whole time of him telling Wendy this she just looked serious and nodded when needed.

„You know man, you don't need to lie to me about these stuff. I hate it when people lie to me and this story is crazy! If you are still jealous of other people flirting with me, get over it man. I really really really like you as a good friend and I thought you were over me but apparently not. Sorry, get a girlfriend and loose your hope with me already. If it helps you, I will not get together or do anything with that small kid, I am way to old, he is way too cheesy and my first impression about him is that I don't really like him. He is weird, but not 'Bill-Cipher-in-human-form-from-therapy-weird', I hope you realize how crazy your story sounds."

Dippers face dropped. He was extremely hurt by her words. With calling Bill a 'small kid' she had also called Dipper one and that really stung. He looked at her for a moment, her green eyes shining in the evening light. Dipper did not remember them being this green.

„Okay, sorry", was all Dipper could say. Wendy nodded and then smiled at him. Dippers hat covered his eyes so Wendy could not see them and he tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. It did not work. He felt sick.

„Let's go look for the others", she said, got up and pulled Dipper up by the arm with her. They walked towards the pig squeaking sounds.