Bad Romance [billdip]

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DIPPER'S POV | Written Oct 20, 2015 

"Are you dead?" 

I groan loudly, not wanting to awake from my slumber. I was comfortable and I, for once, didn't have a nightmare that woke me after two to three hours. 

"That answers my question. Now up." 

I try to shake my head, but something blocks me. It all of a sudden dawns on me that someone else is in bed with me. I open my eyes, staring into the golden eyes. 

"Hi, Pine Tree," Bill grins. My eyes widen.

"BILL, WHAT THE HELL?" I shout, immediately trying to untangle myself from him and the blankets. Not only did I usually sleep in my boxers -- sometimes a shirt, but not today -- but today was just the day that I had to be awoken with morning wood. Just lovely.

"Wow, aren't you happy to see me?" he says, trying not to laugh. It was very obvious what he was referring to, especially because I could see his sneaky little eyes glancing down at my crotch. I felt my cheeks light themselves on fire.

"No," I say, gritting my teeth. "I'm not."

"Well," he begins, clearing his throat, "you were last night when you refused to let me leave. You begged me to stay with you, Pine Tree."

"W-What, no I didn't!" I deny, crossing my arms. 

"Sit down, kid," Bill says, frowning. "I don't want you to fall and crack your head open."

"It'd be my pleasure," I hiss, sliding down the wall that my bed lean against. 

"And don't deny it, Pines. You loved being cuddled by yours truly."

"N-Nope," I stammer, trying to cover my blush with my hands. "I didn- Okay well, you know, it's a natural thing for humans, uh.."

"You're terrible at both lying and making up excuses," Bill laughs. "Especially good excuses."

"Shut it," I groan. 

"Also, you just admitted that you liked my cuddles."

"Fu-"

"You need to work on clearing that sailor mouth of yours, kiddo," he says. I frown, shuffling further down the bed and turn away to face the wooden walls that hadn't been dusted in years. God knows how many cobwebs are on that wall. 

"Come back," Bill whimpers. I see him reach his arms out from the corner of my eye, motioning me to move back. I shake my head, closing my eyes.

"You're so stubborn, Pine Tree," he sighs, getting out from the bed. Slowly, he walks to the door.

"Wait," I blurt out, throwing my hand on top of my mouth as soon as I spoke. 

"What's that?" Bill asks, smirking. I blush harder.

"Err- Nothing!" I say. 

"Alright, kid," he replies, his face drooping. He steps out the door, closing it. 

I frown, laying back down on my bed. I sigh heavily.

"Bill?" I call out, hoping he's still there.

Silence.

-x-

"Dipper...." the voice trailed off. Dipper didn't understand why he didn't have one of these reoccuring dreams the past night. A thought trailed through his mind that it could've been because Bill had slept with him, but he threw that away before he had the chance to further analyze his suspicions. He refused to accept that he had cuddled with Bill; that he had slept in the same bed as Bill. 

"Why am I having these dreams?" Dipper asked, crossing his arms. He no longer felt fear, but he felt suspense and anger. "Tell me!"

"I cannot grant your wishes," the voice replied. "That is against my deal."

"What deal?" Dipper demanded, his voice growing louder. "What even makes deals anyway? Gnomes don't, and neither do zombies, vampires, or-"

"Are you sure you've read those journals of yours, kid?" the voice laughed. "Or have you been missing pages that your Grunkle tore out many years ago to prevent you from finding them?"

"What do you mean?!" Dipper hollered, becoming frustrated. "Torn out pages? Are you crazy! There's no torn out pages. Every page is in each of the three books."

"You're missing one of the most danger creatures that live among you.." the voice said. "Humans." Each word came out with more and more venom. The subject seemed disgusted with the human species, and Dipper didn't understand why.

"What could I possibly be missing?" Dipper asked. "What, are you the spawn of Satan?"

"You could say that," the voice laughed.

Dipper was confused. What was he missing? He had the ghouls, gnomes, vampires, he had everything. They were all in the journals that Ford had written so many decades ago.

"You're missing us," the voice answered, as if it had read Dipper's mind. "Dream demons."

-x-

hi i'm sorry this sucks, but i need to throw in a few filler chapters before leading to intense chapters that deal the plot.

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