A Bunch'a Billdip

eeeeeeyuck

-loud shrugging-

Bill grinned, tapping his foot to the downbeat of the swing music. He had his eyes closed and he reclined on the couch, quietly listening to the music as Dipper swept the floor and muttered angrily to himself.

"Bill!" He stomped his foot and Bill lazily opened an eye, the slit pupil narrowed slightly before going to an almost average size.

"Whatcha need me for, Pine tree?" He stayed in the same position, though the one visible eye tracked Dipper's movements.

"Why don't you get up and help us, I mean, you live here now. So you have to help clean as well" he snapped and Bill burst out into a fit of laughter that had him keeling over. "What? What's so funny to you?"

"You," Bill planted his right foot down and pushed himself up. "But I guess I can help, what do you want me to do?"

"You can clean up all the dirt and whatever else is on the ground" Dipper held out the broom and Bill grabbed it and twirled it slowly.

"And what are you going to do?" Bill cocked a brow and Dipper glared.

"I'm fixing the mess you made over here," he motions towards the candy wrappers and soda cans.

"It's not my fault those things are addicting" Bill grinned and started to sweep, he held a hand out and pulled his finger towards himself and the music turned up. He began to move in time with the music, he liked to believe that it would go by faster if he listened to the swing.

Dipper glared at the speaker and darted towards it, turning it down and he couldn't see Bill but he could feel his stare burning into his back. He pretended he didn't notice and walked back to the couch.

Bill's eyes were a slightly orange tint though they slowly melted back into the golden as he pointed the top of the broom and the music turned up again. Once the music was back he continued, moving in sync again.

This time Dipper just watched him, watched the way his hips moves, watched the way he swayed in perfect synchronizat- alright he'd had enough of that music so he walked back to the speaker and changed the genre, keeping it on the same volume though.

Dipper bobbed his head with the music as he picked up wrappers and tossed them.

Bill's eyes weren't orange, nope they were completely red. His hands had tightened around the broom and he blew out heavily through his nose and tried to ignore the music. Forcefully sweeping and disposing of the dirt.

Dipper let himself smile, not feeling Bill's glare and he tuned everything else out, just listening to the music and cleaning.

Well, until an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. "Now Pine tree..why don't you tell me why you changed the music?" Bill pressed against him and Dipper shuddered slightly, a blush creeping onto his face.

"I-I don't really like sw-"

"Well you should learn to like it" Bill flicked his wrist and the swing came back on and the arm around Dipper disappeared.

Dipper covered his face and groaned, leaning over the table.

Bill just smiled cheerily like that didn't happen and went back to sweeping and dancing.

(this was written in five minutes, cool)

i hope it's alright tho