Parapines~ Love at First Sight

Chapter 3~ Lunch at Lazy Susan's

~Norman POV~
Once we get back to his house, my stomach is rumbling. 'Looks like somebody's hungry.' I give Dipper's clone an annoyed look. "Can we grab some lunch?" Dipper nods. "I already had a sandwich. You guys can go to Lazy Susan's, though." Dipper leads me to a small diner looking restaurant. "I don't have money." "It's on me." "Thanks." When we go in, quite a few ghosts sit at the bar. I smile in their direction, avoiding talking. They all say hello, and I realize that the clone followed us. 'I'm Tyrone, by the way.' I nod, as we sit in the booth farthest away from the door. "Their chili fries are great. They have good burgers, too." I look over the menu and finally decide on a ham and cheese on rye. Dipper has a burger and gets chili fries to share. "So, where are you from?" I stay silent. I don't really want to talk about it. Ever since my Dad left, I haven't been so eager to talk about him. He doesn't press on, so I guess he understands. "So you said the gnomes are normal for you, right?" He nods. "How did you find them?"
~Dipper POV~
I don't want to lie to him, but I can't tell him. I stay silent. We both reach for a fry and our hands touch. I feel heat rise to my face as I pull away. I see that he's blushing, too, as he eats the fry. After lunch, we go on a relaxing walk in the woods. Every once in awhile he looks up to the sky or makes a face, but I pay it no mind. There's that urge again, hold his hand. The thing is, I'm not bored this time. I don't think he would appreciate me taking his hand after the fry thing. Suddenly, an idea pops into my head. "Wanna sleep over at my house?" He thinks for a minute. "If my Mom says it's fine." We get our things from the dryer and head to his house. "Hey, Mom, can I spend the night at Dipper's place?" It takes a minute for her to reply. "Sure, sweetie! Don't forget your pajamas!" He rolls his eyes and leads me to his room. He has a zombie lamp and a lot of posters. Other than that, the most noticeable thing is his zombie bed sheets. "You can sit while I pack." He pulled out a backpack and started filling it with clean clothes. "Nice room." I plop down on his bed. "Thanks." On the way back to the shack, Norman held his backpack in the hand away from me. The urge comes in, almost too much to resist. What is going on!? Whenever I'm near him, I feel so happy and relaxed, and I want to hold his hand. Is this....... love!?
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