Bad Romance [billdip]

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A/N: Don't read if you're not comfortable with sexual descriptions. I so don't apologise for the attached song, it seemed appropriate lelelelel

DIPPER'S POV (Just cause it's appropriate too *squeals excitedly*) | Written Nov 24, 2015 (I'm so sorry in advance) 

"Hey, Dip?" Mabel calls, looking at me from her sitting position on her bed. She had a sweater in her lap, yarn wrapped all around her arms leading to different coloured balls scattered around her and on the floor. 

"Yeah?" I say, looking away from my book. 

"I think I'm gonna head over to Pacifica's," she replies, trying to untangle herself - and her phone - from the rainbow-string mess. I sigh, getting up and walking over to help her.

"'Kay," I say quietly moments later, working on getting rid of the baby blue yarn first while Mabel had success untangling the lemon yellow and the red-violet. 

"Have you talked to Bill recently?" 

"That was... Sudden," I say, frowning. I take the sweater out of her lap and she hops off of the bed. 

"Have you, though?" she asks, crossing her arms. I swallow loudly.

"No," I respond, more like a whisper than a confident 'no'. 

"Dipper! Didn't he say he wasn't going to leave you?" 

"Maybe he's busy, Mabes," I say, shrugging it off. I didn't want to let it bother me, I didn't want to dwell on it. In the back of my mind, sure, I was a little upset, a little hurt. But I wouldn't let it show. I refuse to let it show. "Nothing wrong with that."

"Dip-Dop, I am your twin sister for Aoshima's sake! I can see through you clear as Mabel-Juice on it's good days," she says crossly.

"Since when is there a good day for Mabel Juice?" I scoff.

"THERE IS ALWAYS A GOOD DAY FOR MABEL JUICE!" she hollers, raising her hands in the air triumphantly.

"Uh huh," I mumble, sitting down on the edge of Mabel's bed.

"Don't change the subject, though, Dippingsauce. You oughtta talk to him."

"I'll figure something out," I respond, giving into Mabel's demands. How could I say no to her face? Especially the puppy-face... "Pacifica's waiting for you, go on. Hang out with your friend."

"Alright, but if I hear from Bill later that you didn't talk to him, you're in big trouble, mister!" Mabel says, pointing at me. She attempts to make a 'I'm-Grunkle-Stan-And-I've-Been-To-Jail-In-Three-Countries-So-You-Listen-To-Me' face, but it comes out more as an 'I'm-Mabel-Pines-And-You-Will-Listen-To-Me-Because-I'm-Your-Sister-And-You-Can't-Say-No-To-This-Face'.

"Yeah, yeah, go on before you're late," I say, shooing her out of the room. "Have fun, use protection!"

"DIPPER!" she screams, turning around on her heel and glaring at me. "Females don't have to use protection, thank you very much."

Well, that was not a reaction that I was expecting.

"Wait wha-"

"BYE, DIP-DOP!" she hollers, skipping out of the room and down the stairs. I shrug, dismissing the thoughts of my sister and.. Pacifica together. Gross. Gross. Literally gross.

"Yeah, bye," I mutter, standing up and stretching out my back.

I walk out of her room, heading to mine and put my book (which for once wasn't one of Ford's journals) down on my nightstand.