Operation: Matchmaking Bill Cipher [MaBill]

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are u guys still alive 'coz i feel dead inside :)

very short chapter ayeee

starco got me dedt

When she got back, only Dipper was in sight.

She sat right across him and asked, "Where's Michael? And where's Pacifica?"

He wasn't in the mood to answer, obviously. He continuously tapped his phone while murmuring rubbish—Pacifica, Pacifica, Pacifica, texts, combo power, Pacifica—she couldn't even understand a single thing.

Heaving a sigh and finishing her meal, she looked down at her shoelaces. Touched by Bill. Tied by Bill. Sweet? Maybe. But what if he's just toying with her? Playing with her emotions? Making her feel special today, but nothing in the next? She didn't want to get hurt. She'd learned—when she was 12, actually—a lot of times that it's hard to move on.

No, she said to herself, mentally shaking the thought off, I am not falling for a demon. I am not going to fall for Bill.

But would it really hurt? A part of her pondered, making her nervous. She wasn't thinking about this rationally. The thought pounced out of nowhere; the element of surprise. Would it hurt if you took the chance? Sometimes, maybe you just have to let yourself fall... Like an autumn leaf.

Before she could start going crazy, she fished her phone from her pocket and began to type.

When it's already autumn, what do the leaves feel when they fall? They fall and are just swept away by us humans, because we only think they're some miscellaneous inconvenience. We think they're worthless—we play with them. What if those leaves had feelings? What if we were the leaves?

What would we feel? Happy? Disappointed? Disgruntled?

Life is supposed to make us feel that way.

She let go of her phone as she stared at the entry she just wrote. Surprised, she got her phone again and saved it. She was creative, yes, but she usually didn't write deep, nearly-philosophical statements. That was too... Sad.

Why was it sad?

"Mabel?" Dipper called. "Mabel, you all right?"

She blinked thrice before fixing her eyes on her twin. She managed a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, of course. Of course, I'm all right."

He returned the smile. "Okay. We'll be heading off now. Grunkle Stan's already calling."

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She spent the rest of the week matchmaking Bill to numerous people, to be honest. And he still couldn't pick one.

"You went on a date with Hanna," she said, pointing to a picture on the bulletin board he got for her, "but then it ended up with two people almost choking to their deaths, because you were bored. You said Hanna was cool!"

Bill rolled his eye and sat next to her. "Hanna was cool. Grammar, Shooting Star."

She shot him a look, got the notebook she was recording all their succeeded and failed attempts, and scanned through the pages. "Next one was a little brown girl I assumed you found attractive. Because of the combined lip piercing and her desire for white aesthetic."

"Got that right. But again, she was boring me to death."

"Isn't there a girl that could keep you up 'til morning?" She exclaimed.

Bill thought for a moment. "There's..." He looked down and shook his head. "Let's just forget about it. We can cancel this deal and just... Pretend that we're enemies. I don't know why, but I'm giving up. This love thing? It's useless."

Mabel crossed her arms and stared at the former enemy. Why? Why was he giving up, exactly? There must've been a reason. He wasn't telling, they've only been with each other for a couple of weeks, maybe, but she knew him. She could read him and reach for his thoughts by staring blankly into his eye.

That's how close they have been. Why wouldn't they? For some reason, she wanted this to end. For some reason, she wanted Bill to find the girl and at the same time, didn't. She'd skip her meals (with Bill getting angry at her), sneak out of her shifts and lay awake at night thinking of ways to help him.

"Mabel," he said in a warning tone, "stop. With what. You're thinking."

She looked at him, stared right through his eyes as a subtle sigh escaped from her slightly gaped lips. "I'm sorry." She hung her head and crossed her shoulders. Thoughts started to swarm her head, like a herd of bees swarming for a bee hive. She shook it vehemently and made her way towards the shack.

Before she could even reach the door, he got a hold of her shoulder, "Our time's not yet over."

"I thought you already gave up?"

"I—I am giving up. But... Please stay. We still have time. Our deal—"

"Can wait as long as your feelings can. You feel that this can't work, then give me a break," she cut off, not looking at him. Her eyes shifted to the door's handle, gripping it as if it was her life force.

"Shooting Star," he pleaded, like the pet name was enough.

She closed her eyes shut, opened the door and mumbled a goodbye. She dashed inside the Shack, with all of her family members staring at her, her eyes brimming with much tears. Before she could chicken out with her emotions, she bolted right up to her room and closed the door with a thud.

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part 1 of 2 :--__)

i'm doing an experiment aye

sorry for the slow update

i've been feeling guilty

i've said nothing but sorry :---__(