Roommates (Gravity Falls College AU)

Chapter 1:

Well. This is it... Everything I've worked for. It's finally.. Right in front of me. I really can't believe.. Colle- BRIIIIIING. W-Wait- I can't be late on the first day- You're kidding!

I switched my gaze from the building to the door. Maybe.. Maybe I could still make it! After all, that was just the first bell! I'm late at the second. Which is in. . . two minutes.
I adjusted my hat and neared the door at a sprint, only to be knocked down by some blonde douche. I could hear a few people near him chuckle. They must of been his group of douches. "Sorry, kid.." The blonde murmured, brow raised. He didn't even look at me. Brat.
"B-Bill, watch where you're walking! Is he okay?!" One of the group members asked, voice shaking and trembling almost nervously. He had unnaturally light blue hair.
"Mm.. Tsk, tsk, little brother. You worry too much, Willy. He's fine." The blonde rolled his eyes. "Anyway, let's go." He mumbled, eyes narrowing at the ¹azuret, who sighed in defeat. The other male in the group of three was a ²noiret. He held the look of disapproval toward the blonde yet hadn't spoken. He looked at the blonde and the azuret. "Let's go." He agreed.
Bill nodded before he taking the two's arms, heading into the building. I slowly stood up, absorbing the scene that had just happened in front of me. It was then when I heard a loud sound that brought me back. BRIIIIIING. I pressed my lips together and narrowed my eyes. "Seriously!?" I barked at sadly nothing, kicking the wall in defeat before deflating and entering the building.
Finally after hours of work, rumors, and studying, I opened the room to my dorm- wondering who exactly I had to room with; I.. Really didn't even care at the moment. Too worn out. Sadly, it was Monday. I collapsed onto the bed and let the black welcome me. Thank god the 7 hours were over.
I woke up not too soon after to the sound of shuffling. Maybe roommate?
I peeked over to see a male with blonde hair, freckles, honey eyes, whom was wearing a formal yellow jacket with a white button up undershirt followed by a bowtie. He also wore a pitch black top hat. Well, and regular black skinny jeans. He was setting down some things.
"Ah. Hey." He mumbled, looking at me after placing his things down. All he really brought was a laptop, a notebook, and a bag that I automatically assumed had his clothes in it. "Hey." I smiled, bringing my hand up to save before faltering. This was the male who knocked me down, wasn't he? "Douche." I scowled. He blinked and shrugged, sitting on the opposite bed, laying down to watch the ceiling. "Call me what you wish, kid. I won't be offended." He glanced over at me with an awfully smug smirk. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever.." I sat up and sighed, rubbing my face. He chuckled, hands stuffed under his head as he stared at the ceiling. "So how were your classes?" He spoke in this.. annoying and slightly loud voice. "Class was fine." I mumbled. He laughed. "Was not. You had plenty of problems and annoyances, now didn't you?" I shrugged. That was true but..how would he know? "How do you know anyway?" I asked, looking at him. He smirked. "I have my ways." He chuckled. "I'm in most of your classes." I nodded. Of course. Of course he was. Of course! DOUCHE!
I reached over and pulled my bag onto my bed, pulling out my computer. "So kid, what's your name?" He rose an eyebrow. "Dipper. Dipper Pines. And yours?" He smiled. A genuine; actual smile. "Bill Cipher." He purred out. I nodded and looked down at my computer before opening it. I went to my search bar and began typing up the name "Bill Cipher". I was going to see if he had any criminal records. I didn't trust this guy. But what came up were several links, pictures, and stories. I rose an eyebrow and clicked on one of the links. Well. He had no criminal records apparently. But he had several jobs starting at the age of 9. I sighed. Welp. Looks like he isn't as bad as I thought. I glanced over at him. He was listening to music and humming along quietly. I just clicked on the links in order. One was listing all of his jobs in which were in order. His first job was at a family coffee shop (Age 9, he had been forced to work there), then a restaurant (Age 12), then a tattoo shop (Age 14. That really surprised me. He must have had to fake an age or something to work there at such an early age) I began to wonder who the hell keeps track of someone's jobs until I saw a few more that he had. He went back to working at his old coffee shop again at age 14 (I assumed he dropped out of a tattoo shop a few months after working there or he was fired) and at age 15, he had a singing career that lasted until he turned 19 in which he was in a car crash and lost his voice for a while along with one of his eyes..
I winced and glanced back to him. Poor guy.
After I finished looking at the links, I went to the photos. There were a few with him in each of his careers. There was one where he was tattooing someone a skull with a blade through it and words saying, "Death before dishonor". And the other arm had been another skull with a blade through it by a heart that said, "Mary". It was actually really detailed and I actually found it pretty cool. There was also a picture of him in a parade, singing on one of the floats. I eventually finished looking through the photos and yawned, turning to the stories. Half of them were about his past life while the other half were fanfics from his singing career. I closed the tab and closed my computer I was not going to go very far into his life. I would just ask him about his past life later or something. I put my computer away and looked at him. Too late. He was passed out sprawled onto his bed.

Azuret: A word used to describe a blue-haired male.

²Noiret: A word used to describe a black-haired male.