Bad Romance [billdip]

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DIPPER'S POV | Written Nov 10, 2015 

"I uh..." I trail off, stumbling over my words. 

"It's okay, I'm teasing you, kid," Bill laughs, ruffling my hair. I frown, moving my head away from his hand. 

"Don't do that," I say, smacking his hand away. "Not cool."

"Cool as ice, Pine Tree," Bill grins.

"You're such a nerd," I mumble.

"Says the one who constantly stares at Ford's journals. How have you not memorised them cover to cover yet?" Bill asks in somewhat genuine astonishment. 

"I don't stare at them," I huff, throwing myself onto my bed. 

"Say, that bed's pretty firm..." Bill trails off, grinning slyly. 

"Bill, no," I say, feeling my face heat up. Luckily, I had myself face-first in a pillow. 

"Dipper, yes," he mocks, chuckling at his words. I roll my eyes, sitting up. 

"Stop toying with me!" I hiss, crossing my arms. "I know you don't like me, and I know you've got to have something behind your back. What the hell do you want from me? If you didn't know, screwing with human's emotions isn't nice." I look down at the floor, finishing my burst of anger with a sigh. 

"Pine Tree..." Bill whispers, a look of hurt flashing across his face. "Why would I ever do that?"

"Because you're a sadistic floating isosceles triangle," I answer after a few painfully silent moments. "And you're a demon. Demons don't love." 

"Kid..." Bill trails off, clearing struggling to speak. I don't know what's going through his mind, but he sounds... Sad? "Demons aren't all bad." He winces as his voice cracks.

"But you don-" 

"I do," Bill breathes, pulling away from the kiss he used to silence me. "I really do, Pines." 

"Y-You do?" I stutter, knowing my face is a shade of pink brighter than Mabel's signature shooting star sweater. 

"Yes," he answers breathlessly, nodding his head to confirm -- though it looked like more to himself than I. "M-My point is I l-lik-ke you, kid."

"I uh.. I like you t-too," I reply. Bill grins, leaning in to plant his lips on mine once again. I lean in, too, and return the kiss, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. He places his hands right above my hips, near the belt loops of my jeans.

"So, Pine Tree, will you go out with me?" Bill asks, pulling away from the kiss. 

"Y-Yeah," I say, a bit embarrassed. Faking my confidence, I pull him back to me and meet his lips to mind. Bill notices my sudden 'confidence', and grins into the kiss. One of my hands makes their way through his black-blonde hair -- which is unbelievably soft by the way -- and I gently grip. 

"Feisty," Bill breathes, pulling away for a split second before smashing his lips back to mine. He deepens the kiss, gently pushing me back onto the bed. Quickly, I pull away. 

"I err-" I stammer, feeling slightly mortified from stopping our, uh, make-out session. 

"What's wrong Pine Tree?" Bill asks, sitting up so that he's straddling me. His face is laced with concern and worry. "Did I do something..?"

"N-nothing," I say, pushing myself up onto my elbows. "It's nothing, don't worry."

"I can sense your unease, kid," he says, frowning. "Please tell me. What's up?"

"I.. Bill, you're..." I mumble, trying to change the topic. Immediately, I point toward the door. "Hey, look, it's Mabel!?"

Bill furrows his eyebrows, not turning at all to glance at the door. "I wasn't born yesterday, Pines."

"I'm sorry," I sigh. "It's j-just, I mean, you're a demon!"

"Didn't we just have this conversation?" 

"Shut up, Bill," I frown, trying to shove him off of me. He barely moved. Curse these noodle arms! 

"It's just, I mean... I don't know. I don't really know if I should trust you," I say. Bill's eyes flicker to a bright vermilion for a split second, showing his anger. I cringe at the symbols that quickly passed through his irises. "I m-mean don't take that the w-wron-ng w-way!"

"Why don't you trust me?" Bill asks quietly. His voice was soft, but his demeanor was anything but. 

"Ford sai-"

"Don't," Bill hisses through his gritted teeth. "Stanford is... He's not exactly capable of handling family. I mean, hell Pines, you see him everyday with his brother! Since when does Ford trust anyone? Kid, he doesn't trust his twin, what makes you think he's going to trust you, Shooting Star, or anybody else? Hah, how funny the thought is."

"Bill.." I whisper, a sadness running through me. Bill's face softens as he moves his gaze from outside the triangular stained-glass window to me. 

"I didn't mean it like that, Pine Tree," he says softly, frowning at his choice of words.  "I'm sorry, Dipper."

"That's weird," I say, pausing him before he could continue. "Seriously. Don't call me Dipper. It's seriously odd hearing you say that."

"Don't try and change the subject!" Bill frowns. "I'm trying to apologise for my terrible wording here!"

"Just... Please promise me that you're not going to hurt me," I whisper, shaking slightly. Bill nods, leaning down and nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Pine Tree."

-x-

oooohh lala billdip has sailed.

now, will bill keep his promise?

guess youll find out

<3 enjoy me loves :3