Roommates - BillDip Fanfic

Chapter 6

"Kid, how do you feel about college parties?" Bill asked between sips of his drink. He leaned back on the chair he was sitting in and checked the time.

"No." Dipper hissed, not looking up from the off-white pages of the textbook at his lap.

"That doesn't answ-"

"Hell no." He spat out, his eyes sharply moved to meet Bill's.

"But Dipper," he whined, sounding more like a child than a college student. "Halloween is in a few weeks and because of you I haven't gotten to go to any parties. I swear to fucking god, kid, if I don't go to a halloween party this year you're dead."

"Go by yourself." Dipper simply returned to his studying, his disinterest outweighing his worry to be rude. It wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with Bill, or that he was angry at him for whatever reason, but parties were where he drew the line. He hated parties, or social constructs in general. "And don't make it seem like it's my fault that you haven't been partying."

"I'm not going by myself." The words seemed odd, especially coming from "Mr. Lone Wolf" Cipher. From Dipper, they would be different, they would be expected, but from Bill? It was enough to entirely crash Dipper's train of thought.

"And why is that?"

"Because, have you been to a party before? Everyone has some date under there arm or-"

"So you want me to be your date?"

"No! God fucking... let me finish my sentence." The blonde's eyes rolled and he seemed to spit every word with a certain anxious venom, like this party was the life-blood he survived on. "Everyone has a date or they bring their roommate. No one goes alone."

"So.." Dipper's lips tried not to twitch into a grin, laughing at his own joke he hasn't even said yet. "Which do you want me as, your roommate or your date? Because I'm getting some mixed signals."

"Oh my fucking god." Bill took another sip of his drink and glared over the rim of the glass. "You're going, smartass, as my roommate."

Dipper pretended to be offended, mocking the movements Bill made in the process of speaking. The impatience stemmed off of the blonde slowly, and the tension died down.

"Will you please go?" He mustered out a 'polite' request. In all honesty, it didn't sound polite, or feel it at all, and neither gave or took it as polite, it sounded more like a whiny child pleading their parent for candy. But the brunette let it slide, the the fact that a polite word in the request heavily outweighed the sincerity of the phrase. Both of them knew it.

He sighed, his exhaustion overpowered his common sense for a moment. And in that moment, his lips pursed, and he hissed. "Fine."

The relief and absolute look of success on the blonde was like salt on the wound. There was no 'thank you' to follow, nor did Dipper truly expect one.

"When is it?" He asked, shutting the textbook that had been weighing his legs down into the carpet floor and indirectly leaving the implements of feet.

"Well," there was a pause in Bill's words, ones that allowed the shit eating grin on his face to grow, knowing exactly what Dipper's response was to be. "Tonight."

Dipper was pissed, Oh if death glares could kill, he thought, and Bill seemed to know it.

"You're a fucking asshole." He spat.

"You know it, kid. Now hurry up, don't want to be late." The blonde threw some clothes from Dipper's wardrobe at him, balled up into a mess. The brunette scanned the old orange tee-shirt and navy cargo shorts that were thrown. Considering he was wearing pajamas at the moment, he had to change.