Chu guysss >.< I could slap chu all silly! Just wowwwww ;0; ?! Like I'm so evil to you all for not updating and yet you all .. vote and comment on this v-v I DO NOT DESERVE 5K VIEWS! Nuh I don't ;-; But that doesn't mean I'm not thankful, because sweet pancakes I am! And I'm gonna make it up to you guys, So finally... Enjoy!!
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Dippers POV~
I stood in front of my blue framed mirror with my black comb in my hand, my brown hair styled back into its original format, allowing my 'birth' mark to be shown across my forehead. I pat down my white shirt before slipping on a darkish blue vest to go over it. I nodded to my reflection quiet pleased with the results as I here a faint knock at the door, before I turn around Mabel walks through the door a face of pure confusion written all over herself, I turn myself back around as I adjust a small black bow onto my white shirt, rolling my eyes in the process.
"Dipp'nShits" Mabel calls out her voice bored, "Pacifica and Gideon have turned up .." she mutters, heading towards my door, "please don't be latter then 5 minutes " she grumbles and walks out slamming the door harshly behind her.
I role my eyes once more sighing to no one in particular, i look at myself in the mirror as I make my way down stairs.
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Williams POV -
I carefully stroke the single rose that lay in the palm of my hand, my mind satisfied with the texture of comfort. My slim fingers carefully tracing the outlines of the flower as I smile sadly to myself.
I can't say that I was in a bigger mess then what I started with, but it's still a mess all together.
Dipper started coming down everyday for the past three weeks, just to see me.
Every time he came, he'd bring some sort of flower, ones of all different shapes, sizes and colours, we'd sit and talk about the outside world for hours. But eventually he had to go. He had to stop.
I shake my head frowning, stroking the red flower in my palm, the texture of the ruby making me feel at calm and ease.
I had to understand. Dipper explained it to me himself.
'I cannot simply 'love' Will' he spat rolling his eyes, 'all I can offer is my token of friendship'
Friendship. I shiver at the word adjusting my grip tightly to the flower, crumpling it in the process.
"How can he not love?" I whisper to myself looking down at the now crushed rose, I frown throwing it away before sighing and lying back onto the hard cold floor beneath me "surely he can.. right?" I breath out to myself "I mean he likes Pacifica.. right?" I bite my lip as my brain overfloods with questions.
Why the flowers? Why the long chats? Why the flirting? Why? WHY? WHY!
Questions. To many questions I don't know the answer to, maybe if he sees me again he'll explain.. huh If he sees me again.
