Bad Romance [billdip]

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DIPPER'S POV | Written Nov 2, 2015 

It's been weeks since my encounter with Bill. 

It's also been weeks since I've seen Bill.

"Kid, you goin' to school today?" Stan asks, peering through the door. I sigh, laying back down on my bed, trying to shove the memories of the kiss far, far away.

"I don't want to," I say. "But I've missed God knows how long." I chuckle a little before returning to my usual state of a frown. It didn't feel right to smile at this moment in time.

Wow, was I really falling into state of depression because of the kiss? Get ahold of yourself, Dip! 

"Mabel says some of your teachers are worried," Stan says, shrugging. "Either way, if you don't get up within the next few, you're gonna be late."

"'Kay," I respond as he closes the door, walking away. I groan, stretching out my limbs. I wasn't ready to go back. Well, more like I wasn't ready to face Bill. The thought of seeing him makes me feel emotions that I don't understand. The thought, the memory, of us kissing makes me feel things that a normal teenage boy probably shouldn't feel at the age of 17. 

The way that Bill looked at me warily before he leaned in... He seemed so, uh, intimidated. He looked so scared of what he was about to do, and that makes me wonder what made him truly go for it. What encouraged him to kiss me? Was it because we had fallen and he ended up on my lap? Was it because he somehow gotten signs of me liking-

"Dipper, stop," I whisper to myself hastily, yanking my blankets off of me. I hop up off of my messy bed and trudge to my desk. The chair currently held my signature navy-blue jacket and my faded grey jeans. Quickly, I shrugged the jacket on and squirmed into the jeans, retrieved my ratty backpack and out the door I went.

Today was going to be a long day.

Walking down the pathway, I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. 8:27, lovely. Of course, I was going to be late.

"Great," I mumble, sliding my phone back into my pocket. It slides in smoothly, due to it being absurdly skinny and glossy, which was due to the fact it was practically entirely made of glass. Sometimes I wonder why I chose to go with the iPhone covered in glass instead of one that wasn't super fragile. Great choice, Dip. Great job!

Suddenly, I feel gravity forcing me down and I get a face full of a combination of dirt and sand. 

"What the hell...?" I mutter, lifting myself up with the palms of my hands. I look around to see a monochrome world, no colour in sight except for what was me.

"'Sup, Pine Tree." 

I look up, my eyes widening at the sight. It was a floating golden-yellow isosceles triangle that had a brick pattern at the base, of which also had a raven-black bow tie, a top hat, and a matching cane. It had one eyeball with four eyelashes both on the top and bottom, and had no mouth. How in the world did it speak?

"W-What?!" I stammer, confusion growing in me. 

"Did ya miss me?" The triangle speaks, glowing a fluorescent yellow at each word. The voice sounded so familiar, yet it echoed so loudly and almost sounded... Arrogant? Wait a minute....

"BILL?!" I scream in shock as it dawns on me. "What the fuck!"

"Gee, kid," he says, "I'm offended."

"YOU'RE A FLOATING TRIANGLE!" I shout, scrambling to my feet. 

"You asked to see my triangular form," the isosceles demon points out. I frown. "And here I am, Pine Tree."

"You've been practically off the face of the Earth for two weeks and all of a sudden you show up in this weird monochrome world as a fucking triangle?" I say angrily, clenching my fists. "You can't just do that Bill!"

"But I just did," he says, his arms and legs hanging from the base of his shape. "Is there a problem with this, Pine Tree?" Bill's triangle-form-thing-a-ma-jig grows to a fiery crimson colour, his eye turning black. I flinch from his sudden angry tone.

"E-Er," I stammer, trying not to show any fear. Who knows what he's capable of? I personally don't want to find out. At least not this way, I mean, I would like to know.

"Your mind is so unorganised," Bill scolds, snapping his fingers. His cane disappears into thin air. 

"H-How did y-you..." I trail off, unable to speak. This was all surreal. Surely, I had to have passed out and this has to be a dream. There is no way this is real! I mean, a ton of weird stuff happens in Gravity Falls, but this? Even I'm not that insane... I hope.

"Oh, Pine Tree, you meatsacks are silly," Bill laughs, leaning backward as he closed his eye. "This isn't a dream. This is the Mindscape."

"The M-Mind-d-dsca-a-pe?" I stutter, fear rising inside of me. 

"You've been here before. I mean, you got the dreams I created for you, didn't you?" he says in an arrogant tone.

"That was you?!" I yell, biting my lip hard. My fists clenched themselves harder, and it was hard to resist not storming up to that isosceles monster and giving him a piece of my mind.

Not that he wasn't exactly in my mind anyway. 

"Yessiree!" he replies happily, clapping his hands. "I am a master of the mind, kid. I can do those things."

"You're the reason I haven't been getting any sleep," I hiss through clenched teeth.

"You're the reason why I have been deemed a worthless dream demon," the demon hissed back, but in a much deeper and scarier tone. He sounded demonic. Talk about irony.

"And how did I cause that?!" I yell, flailing my arms. "I've thought you were just an asshole human being that just didn't understand personal space for the past three years I've known you! Or at least I thought I knew you." I cross my arms, frowning. This wasn't the time for a feelsy moment, but what can I say? I had the right to feel betrayed, dammit.

"Pine Tree, don't you get it?" the demon spoke, turning around, staring at his stubby black fingers. His triangular shape moved from it's usual golden state to a movement of pictures of which I recognised to be a memory of.... 

"Oh," I whisper, feeling myself blush. "That..."

"There is a reason why I kissed you, kid," he says. "You have ruined me as a demon."

"That's not my fault!" I say angrily. "You can't just control who the hell you like! Yeah, you're a demon, sure, whatever, but you have a human body! And from my studies from both mythology and paranormal books and my Great Uncle, when a spirit - or demon in your case - possesses or inhabits a body, they have to deal with whatever that body requires, whether it be basic needs such as using the bathroom or eating, they also have to deal with their thoughts and emotions."

"Why don't you tell me something I don't know, Pine Tree?" Bill says softly, snapping his fingers. His triangular finger turned into a deep sky-blue colour before everything flashed before my eyes. I opened my eyes to the colour-filled world again, relieved that I wasn't in the Mindscape any longer.

Checking my phone, it was still surprisingly 8:27. 

"Today's going to be a long day," I sigh, picking myself off of the ground. I shove my hands into my pockets and head down the worn pathway.

A very long day....

-x-

I'm not proud of this chapter :s Sorry if this isn't up to par! I'm trying to figure out how to connect my ideas for the plot of this book together, so if it's a bit messy, I apologise! I'll try to update by next week for the next chapter, since that has a bit of more character-development for Bill, since he's kind of a vague and mismatched character. Once again, I'm really sorry if this story is confusing so far, it'll make sense in future chapters!

Enjoy reading though, loves <3