Just A Little Trust

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"You what!" Dipper exclaimed. His face was bright red, and his sudden outburst earned the stares from other kids.

"It was the only thing I could do Dipper." Teresa said. "It was either that, if I had to stand half naked in from of the grades, and we both know that wasn't going to happen."

Dipper couldn't believe his ears. When Teresa went to deal with William in the court yard, he didn't think they'd actually made a deal.

"Please explain to me this.. Deal, you two made." Dipper asked, his voice was rough. Almost like he'd just swallowed pins, which he'd have probably preferred.

Teresa pulled Dipper out of the rushing hallway, and into an empty classroom. It was the end of the day, and everyone was frantic to get home. She sat at one of the many desks, and motioned for Dipper to sit in the one in front of her.

"Okay, so the deal." She started. "Basically, in short, you have to go to prom with Bill. It was the only- well not the only, but one of the only ways to get him to leave our lunch table alone."

Dipper groaned in protest, and face palmed. He dragged his hand down his face, disappointed in his friend.

"So that's all I have to do? Just go to prom with him?" He asked, his voice mellow toned and bleak.

"Well-"she started.

"That's not it, is it."

"No, it's not. You have to 'date' him, like pretend to be his boyfriend." She sighed, crossing her arms in front of her.

"I have to date the prick too?" Dipper complained. He slammed his head against the desk, and just kept it there.

"Sorry," Teresa said. "I feel bad for doing this to you."

Dipper looked up at her. God did he feel bad for making her feel like this was her fault. Technically she and him wouldn't have been in this mess if Dipper hadn't said a word to William.

"It's not your fault, Teresa. It's mine. I shouldn't have said anything back to William, I should have ignored him like I usually do." Dipper said. He got a smile out of her.

"Okay, well, I have to get home, and I think your sisters probably waiting for you." She said calmly.

"Yeah." He said in return.

They both stood up from their seats, and walked out of the classroom. Then they headed their separate ways. Dipper quickly pranced to his locker, grabbing his backpack and lunchbox, and headed out the back door to the parking lot.

Mabel was waiting in the car for a good 10 minuets before Dipper actually got outside. Dipper took his seat in Shot-gun, and they drove home. Mabel wanting to know what happened, but instead saved her questions for later.

They headed home slowly. It's not that there was traffic or anything, Mabel just decided that she wanted to take it slow for once. This was just fine with dipper, he liked taking things slow.

They reached the shack, and they both went straight inside. Dipper locked the door behind him, and placed the keys on a small table by the door. Dipper then walked into the kitchen, and sat down; he pulled out his phone and started to read.

Mabel walked in sometime after, moving around the kitchen and gathering some some supplies. She placed a large pot under the sink and filled it with water, and then she placed it on the stove. Dipper didn't really pay attention to the rest, but it looked like she was making pasta.

"Dipper, are you hungry?" Mabel asked. "I'm making pasta if you'd like some."

"Nah, I'm alright." Dipper said, keeping his eyes on his phone. He hadn't really had an appetite lately.

"Okay." Mabel replied.

Suddenly Dippers phone went off with a text, scaring the shit out of him in the process. He opened the text message.
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936-264-5456
'Is this Dipper Pines?'

'Yeah, Why?"

'Why? Because I wanted to say hello to my darling boyfriend! :)'

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Dipper looked at his phone and groaned, earning a glance from Mabel. She walked over to him, and glanced down at his phone. "When the heckle did you have a boyfriend??" She asked, a bit of confusion in her voice.

"I didn't have a boyfriend, not until Teresa picked me to be the victim of Bill. Now I have to date him, and go to prom with him." Dipper said, his voice wavering a bunch. He didn't really want to deal with this.

"Hahaha, this is like, complete irony on you, BroBro." Mabel chuckled. She then headed back over to the stove, stirring her pasta.

Dipper groaned again, and looked back at his phone. He was deciding wether to text back or not. Yeah, He'd rather not text back.

Dipper placed his phone face down on the table, and just sat there. Mabel came over not soon after with a plate filled with pasta, and two forks.

"Eat." She said, almost forcefully. Dipper looked at her strangely, but picked up the fork. Not doing what she said would probably lead to something glitter related, and he didn't need glitter in his shampoo, again.

They both ate quietly, until Mabel began playing with her food. She flung some pasta at dipper, and in return, he threw even more back. Only it didn't last long, Grunkle Stan walked into the room and explained to them that he had 'just gotten rid of the ants from last weeks food fight, and he didn't need any more.'

They both cleaned up and headed to our rooms. They were separated now, since each of them had grown out of sleeping in the same room together. Well, they hadn't actually grown out of that, Dipper had to move out ever since Mabel started to have her 'moods'. But they did still have the occasional sleepover together, along with some friends.

Mabel and Dipper parted ways on the top floor. He walked into his room, and took in the sight of it. Books, novelty collectible model airplanes, handmade UFO's that hung from the ceiling, posters of the unexplained, cameras and video recorders all filled this room. You could say dipper was a bit of a hoarder, but that that was going to far.

He moved over to his bed, and sat down. Then he kicked his shoes off, and rolled onto his stomach. Dipper wasn't one for dances, he'd told everyone that. But now, all because of Teresa, he had to date the biggest dick in the school.

Dipper wasn't going to blame her for it though, she had a choice, and she chose the one that wouldn't put her on the first page of the yearbook.

"How the hell am I going to get through this?" He questioned himself. "I don't even know how to date someone, let alone dance. Oh my god I don't even know how to dance how am I going to-" he stopped himself from talking any further.

"God I sound like a girl, no offense to them." He said.

God was this next week going to be difficult to get through.