Bad Romance [billdip]

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DIPPER'S POV | Written Nov 10, 2015 

The bell rang, signaling that third hour had just ended. Holy hell was I up for some lunch. I didn't bother to eat the apple I had this morning, totally a bad idea. I am starving. Maybe I should listen to Mabel's nagging more often.

"You seem eager."

I jumped at the sound of Bill's voice, gripping my chest. Bill chuckles, pulling me into a... Hug?

"Cool it, Pine Tree," he laughs. "It's just me." I frown, pushing him away from me.

"Don't do that," I mutter. "Christ, you scared the daylights out of me!"

"That was my point," he grins. "Come, you humans need food."

I creased my eyebrows in confusion, but in a subtle way. Us humans need food? Bill was a human being himself... That didn't make any sense. Or was he? Who knew, in Gravity Falls, there were too many weird things here. For all I know, Bill could be like that one guy, Norman. I shiver. Mabel needs to learn how to not date gnomes, werewolves, mermen, and vampires. I mean, gee, couldn't she date a human being once?

Bill threw his books onto a table, reserving it for himself. I slide my backpack off of my shoulder, placing it nicely next to Bill's stuff.

"Ever thought about taking care of your books?" I ask, following him into the cafeteria. For some reason, we sat outside even though there was always one table empty inside. And anytime someone sat there, they never stayed there. The longest I've ever sit there is about five, six minutes. They moved with a horrified look on their face. God knows what happened there, but I didn't want to find out.

"What's the point about that?" he chuckles. "Say, you want a salad or hot lunch?"

"Doesn't matter to me," I answer, following him into the salad line. This line was always shorter anyway. "I'm not that hungry, anyway."

"Now, Pine Tree, that's a lie," Bill frowns. "I hadn't seen you eat a thing today, and neither has Shooting Star."

"What else does my sister tell you?" I mutter, looking down at the floor. Please tell me she hasn't told you that I 'like' you...

"Just some things," he chuckles. "Something about... Making you... Giddy."

"Fucking Mabel," I hiss under my breath. "I don't know where she gets these ideas from, honestly."

"Ohh, but I think you do," he says, lifting my chin up to look at him. "I'm fairly sure you do..."

"Hmph," I mumble, pulling out my iPod.

"Oh no you don't, Pine Tree!" Bill says, pulling my iPod out of my hands. "That's rude!"

"And?" I frown. "I don't want to have this conversation."

"Then we won't have it," Bill says firmly, placing my iPod into his jeans' pocket. I couldn't help but admire his lean figure. It was almost like the world's time had slowed down, as Bill slowly moved his hand from his pocket back to his side. I looked at him slowly, head to toe. His blonde-black hair was mess, as if it wasn't styled, but that's just how he wore his hair. It was almost fluffy, yet shiny and mesmerising. He wore a dingy, yellow jacket that was halfway zipped up, partly showing his black undershirt. It had a strange triangle design on it, which many of his clothes had - mainly his numerous single-coloured shirts. He never went a day without his jacket, and I never understood why. During the summer, Gravity Falls got absurdly hot; it was like we lived in Florida. But I can't really say anything, considering I do the same thing with my jacket. It's like my safety blanket. Just doesn't feel right without it.