I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Walking Home

(A/N: Little something to point out. I posted a song at the top and it's kinda like the anthem for this chapter. It'll show a little bit of the tone in the beginning. In the second half, I'll place the other song which'll give you a hint to the new tone that this chapter is switching to.)

It was silent, both of our heads down as the street lights came on. His head, shimmering with soft brown hair, rested in the hollow of my neck, both arms draped around me in an almost hug-like fashion as I led his staggering body home.

His breath was warm against my collarbone, his lower lip grazing over it with every step he took. I dared to steal a glance at him, only to see his messy hair blocking my vision.

"He beats me, you know?" He suddenly spoke, which made me freeze in shock. Beats? Beats? Who beats him? "Grunkle Stan. He gets very angry a lot." He answered, a slight hiccup in his voice. I couldn't help but look at him once more, his brown-blue eyes now staring back at me.

"Is that where you got the scar?" I asked, looking to his left cheek which had a straight line made up of slightly lighter skin. I remembered the day I saw the scar. When we had hung signs and I asked about it, lifting my hand to touch it, only to be pushed away and rejected.

Dipper smiled sheepishly, a hum against my neck which I could only assume was his slight laughter. "You remember that? I thought I had gotten rid of that memory... Perhaps just the last one... With the Gremloblin."

And with that, I was officially frozen once more. I had forgotten all about that. The dream. The daisy. The dolphin. The Dipper. I had to know more. I had to know what he had done to me.

"If you're worried I raped you or something, chill out. I just whipped your memory so you wouldn't remember me killing it. That would've given you nightmares for months. Trust me. I know." Dipper responded... to my thoughts. DAFUQ?!?!?!?

I let go of him, letting his body crash to the ground with a thud, which I instantly regretted. But I was in a mood and wouldn't be turned into the bad guy. Not now. "I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO ENTER MY MIND!!!" I shouted, Dipper's head bobbing from side to side, trying his best to keep it from tumbling off his shoulders. "Well, I didn't give you permission to think of me like that. You have some very strange fantasies about me...."

My face burned crimson red, remembering the late night thoughts and the early morning daydreams I had about him. Some romantic. Some inappropriate. Some embarrassing. Some degrading. He had seen them. God knows how many he'd seen. And, Lordy Lou, I had a lot of them.

"You sure did." He hiccupped, letting out a slight laugh as he smiled at me. "Shut. Up." I spat, more embarrassed than I had ever been in my entire life. Dipper rolled his eyes, giving off one of the sexist smiles I had ever seen. Not cute. Not beautiful. But sexy.

It was then that I realized just how different he seemed. He had himself lazily propped up by his elbows, his legs spread in an uncaring manner, his hair covering one eye while the other housed a gorgeous shade of brown, and his smile plastered on like a Cheshire cat.

"Don't worry. I give you permission." He finally let out, his face smug as ever. "Um..... What?" I replied, looking at him. He didn't respond. Instead, he lifted himself to his feet, a bounce in his step as he staggered upwards. His head continued to lull from side to side as his balance fought to become even, his face pressing near me. His eyes seemed to vibrate, the alcohol still vibrant in his veins as he shuffled towards me in a blind shift of weight from one foot to the other.

His lips were pinned back in a sharp grin, his snow-white teeth bare, as if ready to chomp down on my neck. I knew I should back up, give him space to spaz out in his drunken state of delusion, maybe tire himself out, but I couldn't. I had never seen this from him before, and I wasn't sure I wanted to either.