The Palm of Problems

3.7K 133 96
                                    

"Hey, you're awake now." A smiling Dipper greeted you. You sat up.

"Well, it helps if you're shaking me." You chuckled pitifully at your sad joke.

"Oh, right. I just wanted to see you again, I guess."

"Welp," you stood up, "I'm starving. Can we get some breakfast?"

"Sure can! Mabel's already downstairs, probably drinking her Mabel juice instead of the healthier option of apple juice again....but let's go."

You began to walk down the stairs when the golden heart on your palm began to blink in small, rhythmic and short flashes. You didn't know what it meant, and you were scared that Dipper would worry if he seen it, so you kept it hidden, for now.

"So Dipper," you said, holding your wrist behind your back and looking away, awkwardly, "what's 'Mabel Juice' anyways?" You asked half curious and half just trying to break awkwardness.

"Oh, just a bunch of liquids mixed together and some of Mabel's little figures that she could find that would fit into that container."

"That doesn't sound healthy."

"It's not. All those juices together, has a ton of sugar. Plus there's the risk of choking on a figure of her's."

"Explains her hyperness."

"Definitely."

You walked into the kitchen, wide-eyed, at the sight of Mabel, standing on the stool, stuffing a pile of pancakes into her mouth and gulping down shot-sized glasses of Mabel Juice. Across the table from her, sat their Grunkle Stan repeating the glorious chant of, "Chug, chug, chug!"

You were speechless. But Dipper built up a whimper, "Uhhh..."

Both Mabel and Stan looked towards you two and Mabel spilt the Juice she was currently drinking.

"Um, (y/n), Dipper...hey." Stan said awkwardly. Mabel let out a nervous giggle, looked down at her feet and sat back down.

"Morning you two." Stan said as he also let out a little nervous chuckle as looked towards the floor in the other direction.

"Morning." You muttered followed closely by a yawn.

You walk over in the direction of a counter with a coffee machine plugged into the wall on top of it. Stan directs you to the cups, coffee, sugar, milk and the cutlery so you can make yourself coffee to your own taste.

'Strong, no milk, but sweet, 2 teaspoons of sugar. The way my mom always made it. I never stopped loving the taste if it.'

"I take it you slept well. I'd hope so at least." Stan said, aimed clearly towards you, as you sit down at the table.

"Yeah." You said awkwardly as you take a sip of your coffee.

"I DID!!" Mabel screeched after your petty answer, compared to hers at least.

"Mabel dear," Stan started, "I love the enthusiasm but I asked (y/n) how she slept. I want to make sure that our guest is happy staying here."

Stan had a smile on his face. A sincere one. Not like the one he would plaster onto himself when lying to customers about an object's worth.

Your hand was still beating and you felt as if you were threading on thin ice when around Dipper. You made sure that your right hand was around the cup at all times to hide it.

You were contemplating in your mind whether or not to speak to Ford and Dipper about it or just to keep it a secret....even just for now.

"Well?" Stan said nervously and brought you back to reality.

I must have looked so stupid just staring into space, you thought to yourself.

"Oh, sorry, yeah, yes. I slept fine, thanks."

You began to doze back of into your mind again when you start to remember what Bill had said.
Take me out somewhere? What's he gonna do, take us into the dreamscape and go to a time-frozen restaurant?

What am I even to wear? I kind of want to make an impression but in the other hand...I could just show up in a baggy hoodie and something else comfortable.

What time did he even say? 6? 7? 8? I dunno. Even if I remembered the time what would my excuse be to go somewhere? Of which that place I haven't even thought of yet...

You hear something like a whisper in your ear a short time after thinking that to yourself, but there was no sound.

'7~ Just come outside~ Wear what you wish, I don't mind~'

Well I guess he overheard me then. But it was like a no-brainer question, of course he could hear me!

The heart on you palm goes from rhythmic to crazy beats at seemingly random times.

Your mind drifted back off into thoughts and you went back over what happened last night at the circus.

Hey Bill
You think to yourself knowing he can hear.

'Yes my dear?~'

At the circus yesterday, when Dipper came out, he seen both of us. Did you purposely let him see you?

There was no reply for a few seconds. The heart makes very irregular beats, changing up and down, going fast and slow.

'Would you like the complete honest answer?~'

Yes

'Well, I was simply flustered around you and lost concentration.~'

You blushed on the inside making sure that no one would actually see anything.

You look at your watch.

8:32 AM

I need a way to kill some hours
You thought to yourself

But then you looked at your phone

3:33PM

Bill, did you mess up my phone?

'No~ Why do you ask so?~'

"Does anyone have the time? I think my watch is wrong."

"It's uh-" Stan looks at his watch. "9:14 am."

What the hell?
My phone and my watch are screwed up?

'That may be from the distorted times in the dreamscape my dearest~'

Of course...
9:14. What am I going to do for the whole day?

'I could change our meeting date if you want~ Spend the day with me, why not?~'

Alright then

--------------------
(A/N) OKAY! Look, it does make me happy and encouraged to write more when people ask for another chapter. But I'm no robot. I can't pump out chapters. Every. Single. Week. I'm still human and it takes time to write. I also have (some what of) a life outside of writing (like my drawings etc.)

I'm also a generally lazy person but I wrote 98% of this in bed so far (that's not going to change anytime soon)

But anyways, thanks for the feedback and support. It does make me happy that people want to read more and are asking for more chapters but please don't constantly beg and demand for it.

Thanks again,
-Emma~

In Love With the Guy With One Eye (Human! Bill x Reader)Where stories live. Discover now