Plans~

Jeg Elsker

Dipper hadn't meant to spend half of the day in the Mindscape with Bill. Time sorta slipped by, like it always did with the other. Then again, where else could he speak to him at this point? It's not like he could just bring him into the house knowing that both of the Stans (to which he learned from Bill who the stranger that was with his grunkle happened to be) were on the hunt for him. No, he needed Bill around for his sanity, as crazy as that sounded. He loved him dearly and was certainly in this relationship far too deep to give up now.

He lay against the demon now, resting his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around the other's waist lazily. Proceeding to speak, all that could be heard was a string of incoherent mumbles, earning a snort from Bill. Adjusting his position slightly to where he could speak, he huffed. Well, he didn't want to say that he needed to go soon, but it needed to be said - his body couldn't just stay asleep for forever.

"I gotta wake up soon, you know that, right?" he asked, moving around once more to face the other properly. Bill simply hummed in response, bright eyes watching Dipper's movements.

"Why leave me when they'll only question you further?" Bill replied in a snarky tone, resting his hands on Dipper's shoulders. "You enjoy our time, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do, but I mean..." Dipper replied, finding himself trailing off. "Won't they notice something is wrong?" he added, finding himself more confident in those words than what he was going to say before.

Bill rolled his eyes before looking into Dipper's own chocolate one, along with the dark blue addition on the other. He was beautiful in his eyes, no matter how much the other insisted that he wasn't manly enough, or that he was too short. Oh, but to the demon, he was a perfect little pawn and quite the human. Just what he needed.

Resting a hand on Dipper's cheek, he pressed a soft kiss to his lips, murmuring; "I love you, Pine Tree."

"I love you, too," Dipper resounded, knowing it was the only proper response to that phrase. He shook his head slightly, moving Bill's hand away from his cheek. "But I'm serious, Bill. What if they find out?"

"Don't worry about that. It simply won't happen on my watch," Bill finally answered, moving his hands down to Dipper's sides, earning a shiver from the teen. Snickering, he kissed his jaw, then offered a grin. "You'll have a much better time with me," he stated, pulling lightly at the hem of Dipper's t-shirt. "I promise."

~

Dipper's eyelids shot open as he woke up, panting lightly. He looked down at himself, sighing happily to see Bill hadn't actually done what he thought he did.

Oh no, did he just...? With Bill?!

Dipper pulled his blanket closer to himself, realizing what he had just done. He was such an idiot. Huffing and running a hand through his hair, he got up from his bed and headed out of his room and down the stairs, off to seek some form of food. He hadn't eaten all day, and as much as he wanted to freak out from his experience, he had responsibilities to tend to. And this simply couldn't get in the way.

Refraining from stomping, he sped toward the kitchen, hoping to not be caught by anyone, but all hopes were diminished when Stanford caught sight of him and grabbed his shoulder, making him stop in his tracks. Speaking; "Why are you running? It's not like Bill's chasing after you. Unless he is. Then we have a problem."

Dipper cautiously turned around to face Stanford, looking up. Curse this short height of his. "It couldn't be that bad, right? I mean, it's not like he would kill me."

Stanford wanted to ask what he meant by that - it could mean so many things - but it was best to get onto this later. He hadn't formally met the other, after all, and it would be important to meet your grand-nephew. "You're Dipper, right?"

Dipper nodded his head, replying; "Yeah. You're my great uncle Stanford. He told me."

"He?" Stanford asked, fearing he knew exactly who this 'man' Dipper spoke of. "And just call me Ford, please."

Dipper paled, knowing he screwed up big-time. Cursing under his breath, he looked down at his feet, not letting his answer be pried out of him. "A friend of mine. Well, my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Stanford questioned, knowing that something such as that certainly wasn't as acceptable as it was centuries ago. "How would someone know me?"

That was a rather pathetic attempt. Might as well tell the truth now. "I'mdatingBillCipherandI'mkindaboundtohimsoIcan'texittherelationship-" a pause for breath, "andit'snotlikeIwanttobutIhaveafeelingthatI'mabouttobelecturednow." Dipper heaved, hiding his face in his hands. "I'm sorry."

Stanford didn't know what to say at first. He had his own times with Bill - ones that he definitely shouldn't explain - but knowing that Bill had affections for yet another Pines disturbed him greatly. Bill promised him something similar to a relationship long ago. Gods, was that years back. It'd been a while.

Stanford shook his head and got back to what mattered - breaking this deal before it got out of hand. "He doesn't truly care, no matter how much he says so, Dipper."

Dipper's face of embarrassment quickly contorted into one of anger, eyebrows articulating quickly into what seemed like pure rage against the other. "How do you know?"

Stanford sighed. He certainly didn't need this to come up - no, he didn't need this a first impression at all. If six fingers weren't off-putting enough. Taking in a deep breath, he began his story. "Bill... Bill and I used to be something similar to what you were. He tricked me into building a portal and betraying my assistant - no, my friend - by using his fancy talk. Said we were friends. All I was fed was lies. And it's the reason why I haven't been here in years."

Dipper sucked in a shaky breath, leaning himself against the wall behind him. "He... he doesn't love me, does he?" He shook from a mixture of anger and sadness, looking down at his hands as they balled into fists once more.

"He... he doesn't love me."

Dipper broke down right after speaking those words; all that could be heard was incoherent phrases and a choice few curse words, curling up slightly from his own self pity. All that time.

All this time. It was all just a lie.

One could possibly hear the sounds of Mabel's footsteps pound down the stairs, her natural 'twin insticts' telling her exactly where to go. "Dipper?" she asked warily before kneeling down and hugging him tightly. "What... what happened?"

"A-all this time he... it was all just some trick," Dipper answered in between gasps for air, finding himself in mid-panic. "He doesn't love me."

Mabel simply pulled him closer, knowing no words could fix this. Nothing could comfort him in a state like this. Stanford stood at the sidelines awkwardly, eyes cast down. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he forced himself to ask, looking up toward the twins.

"Water," Mabel murmured in response, closing her eyes to conceal the fear within them. "Just a glass of water, please."

~

Dipper sat on his bed, finding it absolutely impossible - completely improbable - to try and sleep. There was no way he could do this. Not if he knew Bill would want to talk. Pulling his softest blanket over himself, he wouldn't let fear resent himself to reduced sleep. No, he was going to face this with a confident stride and catch this head-on. And prove that some deal could be broken.

Closing his eyes hesitantly, it took about an hour to finally drift off, finding himself a dream-less night. Bill was trying to avoid the upcoming conversation - he had to be. Dipper would have to summon him tomorrow, it seemed. No matter. This would be resolved.

Even if it killed him.