Roommates (Gravity Falls College AU)

Chapter 4:

Classes and classes passed by until soon we were finally in my most preferred class: Literature. We were supposed to write about our chosen topics and, of course, I was the last to choose. So, I looked around. No one I knew was here. I sighed and whipped out a piece of paper, thinking hard on what to write. It would be any form of writing. I just couldn't think of what type to make it be. I was given the topic 'Love'. I looked down at the paper and slowly began writing.

"Love. Two hearts combining to show affection to one another; Many pass by to see the show of love, as not many know how to use it; For they use it wrongly. Or perhaps too strongly."
I stared at the paper for a moment before crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash. I couldn't think straight.. I sighed and just wrote what came to my mind, letting the pencil in my hand roam free as darkened grey streaks began to form the words I thought.

"Love. Love is what I feel when around this human; when they smile, I feel my heart soften. I feel my palms get sweaty when near them; for I am nervous of saying something wrong. Wouldn't you be? Yet knowing this person would never love me back... I feel my heart begin to slowly sink. As though it were a boat; trapped under a sea of emotions. And the thought of being rejected is the hole inside of that boat; allowing the emotions inside. Too invade. To hurt. To drown my happiness."

I re-read over the paragraph and decided to use it instead, standing up and heading over to hand it in. I let out a small breath before heading over to my desk and sitting down. I whipped out my pencil once again and grabbed a slip of paper. I watched the paper, thinking. Once I had an idea, I began to write, watching as grey covered the once perfectly white slip of paper. I left streaks of grey, some darker than others. I flipped the pencil, streaking the paper to white once more before blowing pink shavings of eraser off of the desk. I spent at least thirty-five minutes working on the shading and shadowing of the illustration I had unknowingly drawn. I heard someone's voice behind me and immediately recognized it. Will. Oh god no. I looked over my shoulder at the azuret and rose an eyebrow. "Hm?" I didn't really hear the question the first time. "Wh...What are you d-drawing?" He asked again, speaking quickly and quietly. "Oh um.." I looked down at the paper and shrugged. To be honest, I didn't even know. I was too zoned out to understand really anything at the moment. He glanced down at the paper, then at Bill and paused for a moment. He looked like he was thinking hard on something. "O-Oh-" I looked over and tilted my head slightly, still not registering anything. "Huh?" I glanced down at the drawing and felt my eyes began to widen. "O-Oh! No- I didn't-" I slapped my hands to my face, groaning in disapproval at my own action. Right on that piece of paper, I had drawn Bill flippin' Cipher. And his brother probably knew how I felt about him. AUGH. I sighed heavily and looked away, glancing down at the paper that Will's eyes never seemed to leave. He glanced at me and smiled, "D-Don't worry. I-I won't tell him." His gaze flew to his brothers, whom were calling for him out in the hallway. "Well, I-I'll see you later! G-Good luck." He whispered the last words of encouragement so, I assumed, no one would hear. I nodded and smiled, waving to the azuret, who'd ran out the hallway to his brothers. I looked down at the paper and sighed as the bell rang abruptly. I picked up the paper and crumpled it up, throwing it next to the trashcan, ignoring the literature teacher's scolding. I walked out of the room, stretching and yawning as I headed to my next class. It was then when I realized. Due to me not being in athletics; all of my classes were over. That was...fast. I shook my head and headed to my dorm, skipping a little in my steps. I entered the dorm and closed the door, leaning against the wood and smiling. I closed my eyes before hearing someone's voice. It was quiet. Worried. I hadn't heard a voice like that since forever. Well, besides Will's voice. But this voice... It seemed different. Scared even. "What are you talking about?...That....that can't be true...." The voice whispered, trembling a bit. I soon found out that voice wasn't inside of the dorm. It was in the hallway. I opened the door a crack, glancing out. What I saw, I couldn't believe. Will and Bill were in the hallway, both on the verge of tears. Will just looked at Bill, before nodding. "Bill...I..I know it's hard...b-but..." Bill's eyes snapped into a glare. "You don't know anything about me, William! I never met my real parents like you got the opportunity to! My whole life was just one hell of a lie. I saw my adoptive mom die, never met my biogical mom, and my adoptive father had crashed before I met him. Hell, I crashed into my own biological father and took his damn life! You...know..nothing..Will..So stop assuming.." His voice was trembling worse by now and I wasn't sure whether he was angry, sad, or mixed between the two emotions. Will covered his eyes and slid down the wall, his shoulders shaking slightly and I should have sworn I saw something sparkling down his hands. Tears. "Will, I'm sorry.." Bill looked at his brother, then glanced away. "I'm a terrible brother. I know. I don't deserve you. Don't deserve a family. No wonder I lose everything. I'm not meant to be happy." He'd steadied his voice by now and I slowly closed the door. I truly was not expecting to see or hear that. I walked over to my bed and sat down, leaning back against the wall. I took off my hat and closed my eyes, imagining being back at home. With mom and dad. With Soos and Wendy. With Gruncle Stan and Gruncle Ford. With Mabel. With Waddles, even. Heck, I would even hang around Mermando if I had to. I just want to be at home again. I thought this would be a good experience to learn more. You know? I sighed and hugged my knees, looking down. "It's only been a day...get it together, Dipper...You've got this...you've got this.." I took a deep breath before picking up a book and crossing my legs, beginning to read. My eyes glided over the title words. The Giving Tree. Go ahead, call me childish. But I will forever love this book. I grew up reading it. I rubbed my eyes and flipped to the first page, beginning the road to escaping life. Being consumed into the words.