S A V E M E ➳ Depravity Falls/Gravity Falls

Chapter Thirteen ➳

After desperatley attempting to avoid Dipper for ten minutes, Bill gave up. He hated the demon even more than he did before and the hatred was still accumulating. Bill tried to use Will as an excuse to leave the brunette, but his twin was still angry about being questioned. So he was left vulnerable. At the moment, Bill sat on a bench, head in his hands and a irritated expression screwed on his face. Dipper sat at the exact opposite side of the bench since Bill didn't allow anything closer.

"Hey, Bill?" Dipper asked meekly and the blonde wanted to punch him for acting so mindless.

"What?" he hissed reluctantly.

Dipper crossed his legs, squirming in the seat. "Can we get ice cream?"

Bill sat up slowly, so inexplicably baffled that he remained wordless for almost a minute. "You....what...?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Ice cream?"

Bill was quiet again. "You're serious?"

"Yes," Dipper's gaze turned sharp.

"Oh," he sighed, shaking his head. He has to be faking! It makes no sense!

Dipper grew annoyed. "I'm not faking."

Bill groaned. "Stop reading my mind."

The brunette simply shrugged. "I'll do what I want. Plus, your thoughts are really loud."

The other teen got up and began walking over to the more populated side of the park where rental bikes were held and, yes, an ice cream cart just for Dipper (not really though). Dipper jogged after Bill and was tempted to take his hand, but the brunette knew that was pushing it, even for him. He had to make this act at least believable. Bill approached the stand, sighing, and pulled out some cash that he had.

"Hey, boys," the stand runner said kindly, "how is your day going?"

"Great," Bill lied bluntly to him. "I'll have a vanilla ice cream thing." He shook his head, wanting to face-palm.

"And what does your little brother want?" the man asked.

The two teens went ridged and Dipper felt anger kindle inside him.

Dipper hid his feelings. Little brother?! I'm not little! I'm just shorter than him...by a lot. I'm older than this pitiful human!!! But on the outside he only laughed. "I'll have a fudge-cycle."

Bill interjected. "He's not my little brother! In fact I hate him!"

The man's cheerful demeanor vanished as he cast Bill a strange look. "That'll be eight dollars..."

The blonde swallowed nervously while Dipper kept up his act quite well. "Um...here," he whispered while he handed off the cash. The man delivered the ice cream to them and Dipper took it giddily. Bill took his ice cream less enthusiastically. Dipper realized his attempts weren't really working on Bill and decided to try at some different angles. Was Bill just surrounded by this dark impenetrable cloud of anger? Dipper's mind swarmed with ideas till he grasped the probably worst and most effective one. But the demon still wanted to have fun in the process too.

"Let's go back to the bench," Dipper suggested, trying to act as kind as he could muster even though it made him want to hurl, being kind to a human.

Bill nodded, obviously not pleased, and followed the shorter boy back to where they had been seated. The blonde felt bad for not getting Will an ice cream, but they could get one afterward for him if he really needed it. Dipper sat down, this time right next to Bill, and peeled open the wrapper.