Ford's Daughter? (Discontinued)

The Date

(Author's P.O.V.)

The next morning, the Pines family were up. The shack was closed today due to some damages. Tiffany didn't have any work to do as well since it was her day off, so she decided to hang with her cousins. (A/n: No, this isn't Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons.) for the day until her "date" with Bill comes by. Stanford was down in the basement, remembering his wife's words from last night.

~Flashback~

"So, this Bill guy is dangerous? Why did you make that deal anyways?" Stella questioned quietly.
"Because I didn't want any of you hurt. I love you and our daughter Stella. We can't lose her..not like..not like.."
"Shh." She puts a finger of him lips. "Please, not now, we'll talk more about this in the morning."

~Flashback Ends~

he looked at his daughter's picture from when she was three years of age. Him, Stella, and her were taking a family photo with his daughter dressed in a white dress with a pink headband on. He wished he could've seen her grow, but now that he can't undo what he has done, it's was pointless.
"Ford, honey?" Stella called her husband softly.
He hummed in reply. Obviously he wasn't paying attention.
She strides towards the old man. "What're you up to?" She asked him.
"Nothing, but I'm trying to find something I had. I don't know where I put it though." He responds, searching his drawers and desks.
"What was it?" She asked.
"It's something I wanted to give to Tiffany on her twelfth birthday, but now it's just gone."
"What'd it look like?"

(Tiffany's P.O.V.)

I decided to put on something nice. I didn't want to dress up like I'm going on a date, but at least I should wear something better than a tank top and jeans.

I put my hair in a somewhat messy bun. I grab my satchel that's been emptied out and only has some of my personal belongings. I leave the necklace underneath my pillow in case mom or dad come in and start looking through my room for it. Possibly not. I go downstairs and hear someone knock on the door. I open it and saw Bill in a rather simple modern attire. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a bright yellow jacket on unzipped, blue jeans, and converse.
"Well, looks like someone has gotten into modern clothes," I remarked.
"And you're looking rather cute, my dear." He compliments. His gloved hand caressed my cheek which feel very hot now.
'What the heck..why does my face feel like it's on fire??!' I thought.
"C'mon, we got a whole night of fun, Doll." He grabbed my hand as he dragged me out of the house. I hope dad didn't see that or saw who he was. We walked around town for awhile until Bill decided to take me to a cafe. He seemed to be knowing a lot of stuff about our world. At first I thought he was just an idiot, but now he's ordering a latte like an actual mortal! I ordered a green tea because I'm not a big fan of coffee. We sat down on the patio after they served us our drinks. It was really quiet beside the chattering of people around us and other noises. Me and Bill didn't really communicate much while we drank.
"So, where do Sixer and Dreams (A/n: That's Stella's symbol name.) think you are at now?" He finally spoke.
I shrug and say, "They never ask me."
He propped himself up by putting an elbow on the table. "So, they never notice you wearing the necklace?" He asked.
"Nope, I always hide it from them. Thanks by the way," I take a sip of my tea.
I feel something warm on my rather cold hand. I look at my left hand and saw his over mine. I look up and see his face that didn't have a stupid smirk that wanted me to slap him, but a caring and loving smile. That same heat rushed to my cheeks and face. My heart races and my stomach does flips.
'What's wrong with me? Why do I feel...weird???' I wonder as I looked at his blue eyes.
"Even when I'm in human form, I can still read your thoughts, Writer." He muttered audibly. "And I'm experiencing the same feelings." He whispered in my ear. I can hear people going "aw" and say, "they're so cute" and other stuff like that.
I pull my hand away and look somewhere else. "B-be q-quiet, Cipher." I stutter. I push my glasses up further to distract myself.
"Aw, is my date getting a little flustered?" He teased. I hide my face in my hands as people gathered around and asked questions. Bill happily answered some of their questions while I tried to sneak away. Even though I'm a reporter and a journalist, I'm still not used to this much attention.
"People, people, please, give her some space." Bill gestured towards me. I groan and grabbed my stuff. I walked away from Bill and the crowd of townspeople.
"Dang it, Tiffany. C'mon, pull yourself together!" I said to myself. "You can't let Bill distract you."
"Am I really that big of a distraction, Doll?" I yelp and turned around to see Bill right behind.
I cross my arms over my chest. "What was that about, Bill? You drew too much attention to us."
"Look, I'm sorry. I'm still getting used to your mortals sensitivities." He apologized. That was the first time I heard him apologize. "C'mere, I want to show you somewhere I think you'll very love." He grabbed my hand and dragged me around town. He took me to the forest. We kept going deeper and deeper into the forest until we got to a nice clearing with different flowers. Bill pulled me into the center and patted a spot next to him. I hesitantly sat next to the dream demon. We both were silent again, looking up at the sky. It looked as if crystals got stuck up in the sky. I sigh softly, admiring the view. It made me very sleepy for some reason. Maybe it was the beautiful view of the sky, maybe it was the silent surrounding us and the light breeze, or maybe it's the comfort of Bill next to me, his aura relaxing and comforting. I laid my head on his shoulder, and he seemed that he didn't mind. I slowly close my eyes, letting my conscience drift away for the time being. Before drifting into a relaxing black dream, I hear one more thing from Bill.

"Goodnight my beautiful Writer."

A/n: Don't think this is a "Bill x Tiffany" shipping thing. But, if you want to think of it like that, go ahead. I won't and can't stop you. Well, it's 1:35 in the morning so, night I guess. Bye! ~Gravity_Faller