Since You've Been Gone (dipper x bill)

Chapter 4: Intrusions

A/N: HELLO! I am so sorry I have been very inactive to the public. I have been in the process of writing other fictions that you people aren't aware of, but I have taken notice that most of you want me to continue this story. 1k! It means a lot to me even though it's not that much, thank you my lovely readers and I'll continue updating for you. Also my writing style has changed, I noticed that my previous style was a bit too.. childish maybe? I would like my works to be more literate, so to let you know ahead of time instead of you becoming confused. Now, without further ado, please continue.
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With an exhausted sigh, Dipper plopped down onto the small bed in the corner. He let out a couple of breaths before sitting up to wipe his forehead that was soaked with his sweat. "Ugh.. gross" the boy admitted, looking over his mucky hand the sweat polished. His lips curved awkwardly in a face of disgust as he rubbed the foul mixture on the fabric of his jeans.

Dipper pushed himself out of his bed and then began to pace around the room. Thoughts started racing through his mind over previous events. "The hell? Ugh Bill is so frustrating" the boy moaned in annoyance, shoving his hands into his pockets with a huff of air blown through his nose. "What makes Bill think he can treat me that way?" Dipper tugged at his lip with his teeth before letting out a sigh. "Maybe... maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.. I should eat and then take a shower" he muttered to himself as he lifted his arm and sniffed. His brows furrowed and his face scrunched up into another look of disgust. "Bleh~ yea, d-definitely shower"

  The boy then headed down the stairs, sliding down the rail as he used to when he was a kid. Mabel, Stan and Ford were already seated and had helped themselves to a home made meal cooked by Mabel herself. The boy adjusted his hat, smiling as he breathed in the strong smell from the food. "Mhmm~ this smells great" Dipper let out a relaxed sigh, pulling out a chair and taking a seat next to his sister. Mabel turned to face Dipper and she flashed him a big smile, showing her now fixed teeth. Dipper giggled softly and ruffled Mabel's hair. "Your teeth look way better now that you don't have braces anymore"

  There was already a plate fixed for Dipper, knowing that he would come down out of their room soon. "Hey Dipper, how are you liking your stay? I see that you took waddles for a walk earlier, did you go sight seeing?" Grunkle Ford asked, raising a brow. Dipper had picked up a bite with his fork, sticking it in his mouth when he was asked the question. The boy then paused, almost choking on the food in his mouth. Dipper sat up straight, exchanging glances with all the people around them before clearing his throat.

  "W-well... I did go sight seeing, kind of.." Dipper bit his bottom lip, his gaze adverting to his food. "Kind of? What is that supposed to mean?" Grunkle Stan let out a hearty chuckle, leaning forward in his seat. The boy contemplated on whether or not he should mention Bill to the others. He then shook his head, a sigh escaping from his lips. "Nothing? Heh.. I just got lost a lot" Dipper admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he let out a nervous laugh. The rest seemed to cock their head at Dipper's response, not exactly sure if they follow what he is trying to get at.

  "Well that's alright, it's been a while since you've been here, of course you might get lost" Grunkle Ford stated with a nod which received another snicker from Grunkle Stan. The two elders looked at each other before busting out in laugher. Dipper slightly jolted in surprise as he watched the others, blushing from embarrassment. Mabel shifted her gaze back and forth and she let out a sigh. She then turned to her brother and then slapped his back. "Cheer up Dipper! I probably would get lost too!" She giggled as Dipper jumped with a yelp, rubbing his back in slight pain.

The rest of the dinner was quite silent and Dipper decided to leave the table early so he wouldn't bask in the awkward aura. The boy ran a hand through his messy locks, taking his hat off in the process. He made his way up to the bathroom, locking himself in once he arrived.