(Okay okay, I've been gone for a while, sorry gang, highschool is killing me and also I didn't have many ideas)
All day Mabel did NOT leave Bill alone, she followed him everywhere he went, asking questions.
M: Come OOOON- C'mon Bill, admit it.
B: Shooting Star, I swear to God-
M: No. You are going to admit it one way or another.
B: Shooting Sta-
M: What if I tell you I can get him to like you.
B: I don't have time fo- Wait what.
And with that, Bill Just became WAY MORE interested in the conversation, good job Mabel.
B: You can what?
M: Hey, I'm quite the matchmaker.
B: Okay fine I like your "Grunkle" or however the fuck you guys call it.
M: Knew it.
B: Okay now tell me your plan.
Mabel dragged Bill into her room, telling him her plan. Bill listened VERY carefully.
B: Okay, that's just stupid.
M: Don't underestimate my skills.
B: This won't go anywhere. If anything it'll make Stanford hate me more than he already does.
M: Just trust me. Only this time.
Bill said nothing after that.
When nigh fell over Gravity Falls, Mabel and Bill put their plan to work. Ford was still wandering through the forest. The night was pitch black, the only light coming from the stars above him, just million of little lights.
Ford was about to get at the Shack, then spotted a light, this time, not coming from the stars above. It was a blurry, almost unspotable light from a lit up cigarette, that cigarette, of course being Bill's.
He was sitting on a somewhat kind of huge rock, watching the sky, smoking.
Ford looked confused. "What's he doing here?" "Why him of all people?" "What do I do". Stanford thought for a few good minutes, them walked up to him, his hands in his pockets.
F: Those are bad for you, y'know?
His tone was tired, harsh, but.. a slight hint of softness.
B: Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
Bill continued to look at the sky, the millions of little lights either flickering or just, being there.
Stanford wanted to say something. Anything. The silence was very uncomfortable to him.
F: Say, William. What's bringing you in the woods this late at night?
B: Just.. gazing at the stars...
Well Bill, we know that was a complete lie, but hey, gotta keep the act!
Stanford really had no idea what to do, he sat down next to Bill on that rock, leaning his back a bit on a tree behind him, right next to that rock. He started to look with him at the stars, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed that. Looking at the stars with Bill.. not something you would do every day, for sure.
B: The night.. it's really beautiful, ain't it...?
F: I.. yes. Yes it is..
Before Ford could say anything else, or even before Bill could think whatever he was going to blurt, he spoke. His mouth apparently being faster than his concept of talking.
B: Not as beautiful as you..
(To 👏🏻 be 👏🏻 continued 👏🏻)
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Handyman Bill // A new (?) start
General Fiction(I'll start off with the fact that English isn't my first language, sorry if my grammar ain't that good or if the chapters are really short) Art not mine!! I kinda suck at writing so like, y'all gotta deal with me 🙏🏻 This also contains Billford...
