Bill's Apprentice//Male!Reader Insert

Chapter XV - Call It a Date

//Oh my god my arms are so sore from Tug of War at school (T_T) This might be a bit long so brace yourselves//

*~(M/n)'s Point of View~*

Today was the day of the fair. It seemed that everything in the environment was brimming with excitement, even though the fair was just some rundown construction that might end up in accidents. Let's just hope it doesn't happen.

Bill seemed to forget what happened last night, and was complaining how he didn't need to take a bath. (M/n) argued with him.

"Bill, it's better if you actually try to get in the bath. I'll even lend you some of my clothes!"

"I can just change my clothes automatically! I don't need to be drenched in water!"

"Oh wait, you're right." Bill groaned and facepalmed. (M/n) stuck his tongue out and went to get his clothes. A long-sleeved (F/c) flannel shirt, in which he'll be using as a jacket, his usual long-sleeved (F/c) shirt and denim jeans.

Bill looked at his choice of clothing weirdly. "You're gonna have a heat stroke wearing all that."

"It's better to hide my scars from my friends than them worrying about it." (M/n) simply said, knowing Bill would understand because he's the only one to know about his cutting scars. He went in the bathroom and began stripping his clothes off.

Once he was bare, he turned the shower knob and let the cold water flow inside the bathtub. Dipping one foot in, he climbed in. The feeling of cold liquid travelling him up and down...it was relaxing. He sunk down and laid his head on the wall, sighing in relief.

He heard the door creak and he turned his head to its sound. (E/c) eyes widened as (M/n) tried to cover himself.

"Bill, what the hell?!" He exclaimed as Bill came in, with a confused expression on his face. "What? We're both guys, right? Why are you so shocked?"

"Uhm, Bill. There's this thing called privacy and I think you're invading mine." (M/n) said, his face turning into a light shade of pink.

Bill shrugged and went back out, leaving the (H/c) haired male to sigh and sink himself even deeper in the tub.

'I can't believe he just went in like that.' (M/n) thought to himself, bringing his knees closer to his chest. His heart was beating fast and his face was still red. His mind drifted of to the events of last night.

"He's the problem!" Those words rang in (M/n)'s head. What did Dipper do to make him like this? It was so unnatural of him. He traced the ripples on the transparent water.

"I'm his apprentice. Why can't he just tell me what's wrong?" He said to himself. He closed his eyes and drowned in his thoughts.

Minutes passed, (M/n) cleaned himself with soap that smelled oddly like roses. After that, he rinsed himself clean and got to the shampoo and conditioner. Once his hair was full of bubbles, Bill came in the bathroom again.

"Dammit Bill." (M/n) said, irritated.

"It's Bill Cipher. And I wanted to ask you something." The demon went closer to (M/n), who was looking at him weirdly. He kneeled down on the floor and traced his fingers on the bubbles on his head.

"How come you humans need to use some form of liquid to get your hair to turn smooth?" He asked innocently.

(M/n)'s eyes widened, but softened as he chuckled gleefully. "That's all?" He asked.

"What else can I ask you?" Bill headed for the door. But was stopped by (M/n) calling him. "Hey! We use it because it's annoying when our hair gets tangled." He explained. Bill went out the door, but not before he glanced at the human and grinned. Once the door was shut, (M/n) went back to cleaning himself.