My Friend's Brother (a BillDip fanfiction)

5: The last chapter

Dipper's P.O.V 

We've been doing this homework thing at Pacifica's house for a while now. It's pretty boring, but I've learned just to bring my book and I'll be fine. The system we have set up is, we do homework together, and then we hang out until it's time to go. What usually ends up happening is, I do homework, I sit there until they realize that I'm done, and then they copy off of me and continue talking, or whatever activity they feel like. Sometimes they watch a show, other times they draw, or just wander the house, and until Friday of last week, I've had to keep up with them. I'm surprised that it took me an entire week to think of bringing my book. It's Monday, and I finished homework really fast, so now I have a lot of time to read. I went to the window room, sat on one of the turquoise window seats, and opened my book. 

Much to my dismay, I remembered that I only have one chapter left, and the next and final book wouldn't be done and published until June 26. That is summer. I now started to regret acquiring a speed in reading.

 Why hadn't I just finished that last chapter last night? As I read the first sentence, I was reminded why. Everything was going wrong and I know from experience that a chapter isn't enough time to fix everything; if anything, they are used to make things even more worse. So I just sat there, questioning what I should do, when I felt someone standing in front of me.

"What are you reading?" William asked. I jumped a little. The sound was unexpected.

"The 4th book to the Mystery Brothers series."

"Huh, my friend was talking about that series today."

"Really?" I asked. 

"Yeah, he was like, 'Bill, you've got to read the series.' and just going on and on about how good it was, but I don't read anything, so... is there a movie for it?"

Oh my gosh, the movie. After all this time, I had forgotten about the disappointment that was the movie until he brought it up just now. It was so bad that even the producers decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to continue it. Unfortunately they had already done their damage with the first and the second. (The second was my favorite book.) 

"Sure, but it's shit," was all that I could say on the matter. I have ranted about it to the point where the topic exhausted me.

"How come?" How come? Did he just ask how come? Is he aware of the beast he is provoking? I'm slightly surprised that it was so easy to trigger. It has stayed dormant for months but now...

"Where do I begin?! I doubt they even read the book. They got a Caucasian guy for the main character which he is described, multiple times, as African American, and it takes place in the late 1900's so it's actually a big deal. They set the movie in modern day, and all of the supporting characters- the entire group is supposed to be diverse! And they just completely ignored that. Also the special effects suck balls.-" 

I stopped, feeling dumb for using that phrase. It was so gross and over-used, but it seemed appropriate for the discussion. William, or Bill, seemed rather amused by my rant.

"It seems like they butchered it," he finally added.

"They did!" I let out a slow breath. No need to get worked up over it. 

"Well, sounds like I'll have to watch it," he concluded.

"What?! No, why- it's bad, I told you," I sputtered.

"I know," a bit later he added, "I review movies as a hobby, just like, giving my commentary on bad shows, for entertainment purposes, as well as professional critique. If it's successful, I may even be able to make money off of it."

"That sounds cool," I thought more of the idea than 'cool', but I wasn't sure which word would be appropriate to describe what I thought, so I just said 'cool'.

"Oh, you bet it is," he replied. We sat there in silence for a moment before he said that he had to go.

"See ya later kid." He spun on his heal and walked back the direction he came from.

I thought of how that conversation went down. I definitely made an idiot out of myself.  Cool? I have a much more expanded vocabulary than 'cool'. I hate social situations, they make me sound illiterate, no that's not right.... stupid, I guess.

I reluctantly opened my book and started on the last chapter, when Mabel poked me.

"Hey Dip, it's time to go."

"Okay," I sighed, closing my book and following Mabel out the front door.

Back at home, Mabel was excitedly telling me about the Rom-Com that she had watched with Pacifica while I was pulling down my bed. With her permission, I turned out the lights and crawled into bed.

Bill..

He definitely thinks I'm an idiot.