Deer Heads and Kisses

It was early in the morning the only person awake was a 15 year old boy, sitting in the living room watching T.V and eating cereal. Wearing ripped up jeans, a flannel shirt and an old pair of socks, he sighed in relief appreciating the quietness of the house. Dipper often woke up early to get some quiet before the storm that was his sister Mabel. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door, as a certain dream demon was going take this opportunity of Dipper being alone to finally win him over.

"I'll get it." Dipper mumbled to himself sliding off the couch scratching his head of tangled brown hair. Dragging his feet across the floor he rubbed his brown eyes and pink nose trying to wake himself up. He opened the door, gasped, and fell backward, nearly having a heart attack. Laying on the doorstep was a freshly decapitated deer head with a note attached to it. Dipper got up and snached the note off of the head it was attached to. 'I hope you can accept this gift as a token of my love' - Bill. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"biIILLLLLLLLLLL" Dipper screamed into the sky while crumpling the note in his hand. The once blue sky darkened to a light gray and out from behind a tree stepped a smirking teen. He was wearing a light yellow sweater, black jeans, a small top hat, and a black eye patch covering his left eye. He ran his still bloody hand through his wild black and sandy blonde hair in an attempt to smooth it back, his one yellow eye gleaming with mischief. As you can see, Bill was quite fond of the color yellow.

"You called?" He said walking up the steps of the house and flopping down onto the beat up couch.

"Would you care to explain that?" Dipper said turning to face Bill, pointing at the deer head.

"It's a deer head."

"I can see that."

"Wow! Good job!"

"Quit playing dumb with me I know you did it!"

"Why would you accuse me of such things?" Bill stood up putting his hand on his heart, pretending to look hurt. He looked back at Dipper who was still fuming, his smirk faltering for a second. "why are you so bent out of shape about this, Pine Tree?"

"Would you stop calling me that?" Dipper said raising his voice a little. Bill noticed his hands clenched tight into fists and took a small step back, his stance becoming rigid.

"Hey I-"

"I DON'T LOVE YOU BILL, I'M NOT GAY!" Dipper shouted at the shocked demon who hung his head and started to walk away

"w-wait Bill I-i"

"Forget it, Pine Tree, i'll leave you alone." Bill mumbled his head still hung, snapped his fingers and disappeared before Dipper could see the single tear roll down his usually smug face. Dipper kicked the deer head and watched it roll away before heading inside.

- 2 weeks later-

"Bill please come out, I need to talk to you, please." Dipper said sitting on his bed looking up at the ceiling. It had been two weeks since the incident with Bill and he hadn't heard anything from the chatty demon. Sighing in defeat Dipper swung his legs over his bed and trudged to the bathroom with heavy feet. He hadn't gotten dressed yet so he was still in his boxers and a faded red shirt. When he got to the bathroom and looked in the mirror he realized how awful he really looked, there were bags under his usually bright brown eyes and his hair was messier than ever.

"Stupid demon, stupid emotions, it's all so stupid." Dipper said looking down at the wooden floor.

"I can hear you ya know?" Said a voice from behind Dipper that he recognized immediately. He spun around to face none other than Bill leaning against the doorway, dressed in his usual outfit.

"Bill I just wanted to say, I'm i'm sorry, i'm sorry for what I said it was stupid and immature." Dipper managed to stutter out his eyes brimmed with salty tears. Suddenly there was a warm presence wrapping its arms him, Dipper looked up to see familiar sandy blonde hair right in front of his face. As he hugged Bill back he letting the tears escape his eyes and soon sobs shook his skinny form.

"Hey hey it's ok, I understand." Bill said in an uncharacteristically calm voice as the two sunk down onto the floor. He released his grip on Dipper to grab him a tissue as Dipper leaned back against the wall of the bathroom, still on the floor.

"I-i was scared, I thought I had lost you." Dipper said wiping away the tears with the tissue Bill handed him. The demon couldn't help but smirk at that comment, showing off his sharp canines.

"So you do care about me then, Pine Tree?"

"Shut up you stupid demon." Dipper replied playfully punching him in the arm. He looked up at Bill who was intently studying him, almost as if he was reading his mind, which he probably was. They looked into each other's eyes, or eye, locked in an intense eye contact.

"Uh umm.." Dipper said as he broke the eye contact looking to the floor as if searching for the right thing to say. Suddenly a pair of lips were pressed against his, Dipper was shocked at Bill's sudden actions but melted into the soft kiss, enjoying the moment. After a few seconds they pulled away smiling at each other like the idiots they are, they started giggling which turned into full on laughing as they sat on the bathroom floor.

Bill helped Dipper up and went downstairs as he got dressed, he sat down on the floor, turned on the T.V and began to flip through the channels. A tall teenage girl in short overalls, a purple shirt, with star earrings and her long brown hair in a braid, was putting the finishing touches on her breakfast. As she walked out of the kitchen Mabel almost dropped her plate of pancakes when she saw Bill sitting in her livingroom.

"You, huh, wh-what?" She stammered but was cut of by the sound of loud footsteps coming down the stairs. Dipper patted his slightly taller sister on the head when he walked past her into the living room.

"Morning sis." He said as he sat down next to Bill, he laid his head on Bill's shoulder while Bill wrapped his arm around Dipper. Mabel stood there, taking in the situation unfolding before her.

"Nerds." She coughed, smiling at the two before sitting next them to eat her pancakes.

The End