Bad Romance [billdip]

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QUICK A/N: sorry about the random switching between Dip's POV and 3rd person :s

3RD PERSON POV | Written Nov 14, 2015 

Dipper spent most of last night exploring his Mindscape, mainly the 'Memories: 10-15' hallway. He spent a little bit in his most recent memories -- the 'Memories: 15-17' hallway -- but he didn't want to dabble much into his most recent memory. The one of Bill leaving.

Dipper had been forcefully awoken by someone opening the door. The door had knocken the poor brunette over, face-first into the splintered wood.

"Ow," the boy muttered, rubbing his back.

"OhmygoshI'msosorryDipper!" Mabel blurted out quickly, holding her face in her hands. She had turned an interesting shade of bubblegum pink.

"It's fine," Dipper said lifelessly, standing up and stretching out his tense limbs. "It's not like anything could get any worse." The boy spoke quiet enough that he wasn't sure if his sister could hear him or not.

"What's wrong, Dip-Dop?" the female twin asked, worry showing through her chocolaty eyes.

"Ford is what's wrong," he hissed through gritted teeth. It had been at least been eight hours, but his anger had done nothing but grow more and more as time passed. The more he thought about it, the more depressed and fumed he grew. In fact, Dipper felt so angry, he felt as if at the snap of his fingers he could light himself in pity-filled blue flames.

"Deets?" Mabel questioned, walking further into the room and flopping onto Dipper's unmade -- more like never made -- bed. "Hey, where's Bill? I thought he was her-"

"That's my problem, Mabel!" Dipper yelled loudly, flailing his arms. Mabel flinched at Dipper's sudden anger. "Bill's fucking gone and he's not coming back."

It took moments for Mabel to process the information, mainly the "he's not coming back". Moments later, she spoke.

"Oh."

Dipper had no words. He had so many things to say, but they weren't for Mabel. They were for Ford, mainly to scold him about how he never trusted anyone even though they hadn't even done anything bad in the first place, but there were also some for Bill. And these he told to Mabel.

"Why didn't he put up a fight, Mabes?" Dipper spoke softly, feeling tears brimming his eyes. "He just... He left without a thought! It's like he doesn't care, Mabel..."

"Dipper..." she began, but paused, unsure of what to say. Mabel wanted to console her brother, but she just wasn't sure how. She had always been able to cheer up him, but she didn't know how this time. Even after his breakup with Pacifica, which was totally brutal, Mabel had great success in making her brother happy. To make him forget about the heartbreaking words Pacifica had said to him. But what could she do now?

"Bill had clearly known Ford, and met him before, because, well, y-you heard what h-he said," Dipper choked out, trying to refrain from any more tears running down his sullen cheeks. "But why would he just leave?! Why didn't he explain, o-or or why didn't h-he..."

Dipper broke down.

"I don't know, Dipper," Mabel frowned, wrapping her arms around her sobbing brother. Even though she didn't know how to fix his problems this time, the least she could do was show that she acknowledged his pain. She wanted to help, but she couldn't this time. This was something that Dipper had to do.

"Wait!" Mabel suddenly yelled ecstatically, jumping up from her position on the bed. "I've got it!"

"Oh, no, Mabes, not another one of your crazy plans," Dipper groaned, wiping away the liquid from his eyes. He sighed moments later, realising that Mabel wasn't planning on letting this go. "I'm listening."

"You, sir, are gonna find Bill," she started, grinning widely. Dipper's eyes widened at the thought of looking for Bill. Where would they even start? They have no trace!

"Mabel ho-"

"Shh, Dipster, I am not finished!" she said scoldingly (is that even a word?), crossing her arms. "And then, you two are going to talk it out. After that, you and him are going to have a talk with Grunkle Ford and fix whatever mess you guys have."

"How is that plan even going to work?" Dipper asked after Mabel gestured toward him, giving him the O.K. to speak. "I mean, how would we even find Bill?"

"Easy," she smiled, pulling a journal out from underneath her signature pink sweater that had a shooting star stitched onto the middle. She had made it when we were twelve, and surprisingly, it still fit her. It wasn't as loose as it used to be, and it was a lot shorter than it was before. If Mabel had lifted her arms up high enough, it would show her middrift. She didn't like that, and therefore always wore a thin-fabricated shirt underneath. Today, it was a pastel pink tank top underneath.

"Journal Two..." Dipper trailed off, astonished at the sight. "How did you even find it?!"

"That creepster, Gideon, had it. He tried getting me to go on a date after he helped me out with some trigonometry homework, and after he left his room to go get some thing, I'm not sure, and I saw it so I took it," Mabel explained, shrugging.

"Mabel, you're a genius!" Dipper yelled out, grabbing the book excitedly. "So how are we going to find Bill, now?"

"Here," she spoke, taking the book back and flipping through the pages until it landed on a page that was eerily familiar to Dipper. "Summoning spell for Bill."

"Hmm..." Dipper hummed, looking closer at the book. He skimmed through the requirements and phrases.

"Interesting..." he said, grinning. "Let's do it, Mabes."

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this is just part one cause like, i need some build up. yeah.

intensity.

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