Bad Romance [billdip]

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DIPPER'S POV | Written Oct 31, 2015 

"Wha..?" Bill mumbles tiredly, peeping out the front door. "Pine Tree? What are you doing here?"

"Bill," I hiss, "we need to talk."

"And we couldn't have had this talk at a reasonable time?!" Bill frowns, rubbing his eyes. "Gee, Pine Tree, you're awfully persistent." 

"This is important, Bill!" I whisper-yell, pushing past him into his house.

"Where are you even going?" he asks, following me. I weaved around the couch and other furniture, looking for where his bedroom was.

"Why is your house so frickin' cramped?" I mutter, pausing. Bill ends up running into me, tumbling us to the ground.

"Err- Sorry," Bill says awkwardly. He sits up, straddling me.

"Uh, you can get up," I mention, leaning on the bottoms of my elbows. "Please."

"What room are you even looking for?" he asks, not bothering to get off of me. I feel my cheeks grow pink, even though this is definitely not the time. Dipper, stop it!

"Particularly your bedroom," I answer. He smirks. "Not for that, Bill."

"Whatever," he says. "What are you in such a dire need to talk to me about, Pine Tree?"

"Tell me about your floating triangle form, Bill," I hiss angrily. Immediately, his face drops.

"Look, kid, I was goin-"

"No," I say, trying to wiggle my way out from underneath him. "Don't pull tha-" 

Suddenly, I'm cut off with a pair of lips on my mouth. My mind screamed at me to move away, to push him away, to just get away as fast and as far as possible; I didn't move, not a single centimetre. My eyes widen in shock, staring at Bill's face. 

His lips were soft, which I didn't expect. Not that I'd ever thought about kissing him! Psh, I didn't dream about this moment.. Ever. 

Moments later, Bill pulled away, looking at me with sad eyes. 

"Sorry," he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"This," I say, motioning toward him and myself, "Won't be spoken of."

"At least hear me out, Pi-"

"Don't call me that," I hiss, venom dripping from my words. I quickly push him off of me and stand up. I trip over my own feet as I try to quickly get away from Bill.

"Please, Dipper," he cries out, reaching his hand out toward me as I run out the door, gripping my chest tightly. I ignore him, running as fast as I ever had before; faster than Mabel has ever ran. I was like a cheetah -- I was fast. 

Running up the steps and into the Shack, forgetting it was nearly 4 AM, I scream out for Mabel.

"What the hell...?" Grunkle Stan mutters, raising his eyebrow at me. Ford followed slowly behind him, frowning at my cause of disturbance. He slowly held up a minorly cracked glass container.

"Your high pitched shouts almost broke the rift," Ford says, adjusting his glasses. "Maybe you should talk to that dream demon about hitting puberty sooner." 

"Whatever," I say, sending a glare at Ford. Even though I deserved the comment at this point, I particularly didn't care. I needed to talk to Mabel, but more importantly, I needed to talk to Bill. As much as I wanted to avoid him at all costs and pretend he doesn't exist, I need answers and he's the only one who has them.

I think.

As I hobble up the stairs - avoiding the rickety ones that I swear are going to collapse any day now - a few thoughts run through my mind. Why did Bill kiss me? Was it to shut me up? Or was he trying to show me affection? No, no that's silly. Demons can't love, Dip... Or can they?

"Broseph, you okay?" Mabel asks, rubbing her eyes sleepily. I hadn't even realised that I had actually made it to her room and I was standing absentmindedly at her doorway. Oops.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," I blab, shaking the absurd thoughts from my head. Why am I worrying so much about that kiss? It wasn't anything... Dipper, get your shit together! It was nothing.

"And?" she says, tapping her foot impatiently. "What happened, Dip-Dop? You're totally out of it."

"Uh, well, h-he, err-" I stammer, my face growing hot. It was nothing.

"Spit it out, Bro!" she grins. If there's one thing I hate about having a twin is that there's some type of weird psychic-ness. I swear, Mabel can tell what I'm thinking just by looking at me.

"He kissed me," I mumble, my eyes flicking to the floor. "And I didn't pull away."

"And you said you didn't like him!" Mabel shouts, crossing her arms. 

"I-I don't!" I stutter, feeling as if my face were on fire. "I d-didn't initiate it o-or anyt-thing."

"I don't believe you," she giggles as I continue to tell her what happened.

I tell her about him knocking into me, about him straddling me and refusing to get up. After I finish the story she frowns and sends me a glare.

"And you didn't even get what you went there for," she mumbles.

-x- 

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