You Still Love Him

Chapter 10

            Dipper woke up to the sound of quiet sobs coming from somewhere within the room, though very close to him. Looking down slightly to his right, after prying his eyes open, he found a demon curled up into a tight ball. "S-stupid seeing orbs a-are leaking ag-again.."

           Tears rolled down his face in a never ending stream of saltiness. "Bill..?" he called out groggily, leaning forward slightly, only to be tackled by the god of chaos. "Dipper! Oh m-my Bob R-R-Ross.." he sniffled, clinging as tightly as he could to the teen.

           Dipper absolutely despised seeing the demon in this emotional state. No... That was putting it lightly. He hated it. Yes... Perhaps that could work as well, but it wasn't a strong enough word for how the brunette felt about the sudden mood change of the dream demon. It made him feel guilty.. Why? Because demons weren't viewed as beings who could feel emotion by most people, but if they seen Bill like this, they would immediately think otherwise.

          There was also another emotion he felt. Dipper felt heartbroken at the sight of Bill like this, all teary eyed and shaking. "Stop f-feeling that emotion to-towards me. It makes me feel worse.."

              He wanted the demon to feel happy and joyful as he always seemed to be. It didn't matter if Bill annoyed him to death, he still wanted Bill to be happy. No. He needed Bill to be happy.

            "Tell me what's wrong." he said in a calm voice. "You.. Y-you died." his voice cracked. "But it was only a nightmare... I-I'll be fine." Bill gulled, still coiled tightly around the teen.

            Dipper hummed as he sat up, leaning against the wall in order to keep himself up. "Maybe you should go back t-"
"NO!" the demon yelled, his grip getting tighter on the boy, if that was even possible. Dipper winced, suddenly feeling worse about his friends state. "I don't want to relive that, Pinetree!" he sobbed into the shorter males chest. "I don't want you to die..." he mumbled as his grip loosened.  "Not again," the demon murmured as if he were talking to himself.

            "I hate you... I hate you're stupid..  Adorable face and your.. Supid beautiful face, your stupid gorgeous voice, your soft hair and your warmness and the butterflies you give me... I hate you, Pinetree. Look what you've done to me..." he continued to stay on his human pillow, forbidding it to move at all. "I hate these stupid emotions this sorry excuse meatsack gives me." the chaos god complained, now comfortable on the human being. "I know, Bill." the brunette wrapped both his arms tightly around the dream demon.

           Dipper gently traced his hand up and down the demons spine, causing him to shiver every once and a while. Though now calm, Bill still emitted a few whimpers and whines when he breathed.

            "Pinetree? How do you deal with these stupid human emotions all the time?" Bill glanced up at the human pillow. "Sometime's I cry, sometimes I go on walks, sometimes I go to Mabel, and sometimes I don't even deal with them at all."

          "Oh.." the demon replied quietly. "Will you go to sleep now?" Dipper lied down fully on the bed, careful to not move the calm but emotional Bill. "Will you sing me to sleep again, Pinetree?" He asked hopefully. "Hmm.. No. I can't sing."
"But you did yesterday!" the god of chaos exclaimed with a look of disbelief on his face. "Did I?" he bit his lip to hold back a laugh. "Yes! Yes you did!" Bill pouted, but the brunette continued to pretend he didn't.  "Hmmm... Why don't you sing a song? And maybe I'll sing to you."

        Bill smirked and climbed off of the boy before standing on the bedroom floor. He looked up at the brunette who was now sitting up on his comfortable bed as he held out his slim hand.

        "Come on, Pinetree. Dance with me?~" he winked, or so he tried. Though he only had one eye, Dipper knew that Bill winked at him, his face reddening at the realization. "Bill. You flirty evil nacho..." he hesitantly reached out for the hand and grasped it tightly.

           Bill's smile only increased, causing the brunette to regret his decision before being dragged off the bed. Dipper stumbled and nearly fell onto the dream demon. The god of chaos snickered as he put his hand on the smaller males waist as he grabbed Dippers hand with his free one.

        Luckily, the brunette caught on what he was trying to do and put his free hand on Bill's shoulder before it got too awkward.

High dive into frozen waves,
Where the past comes back to life.

The god of chaos started to sing as they waltzed around the room.

Fight fear for the selfish pain,
It was worth it every time.

He started moving his hang down to Dipper's hip, which he only allowed if he didn't move his hand to the back or the front. Reading his mind, Bill started sliding his hand under the bottom of his white T-shirt, which the brunette smacked his hand for. "Horny demon..." he mumbled underneath his breath. The demon rolled his eye before carrying on with what he was doing.

Hold still,
Before we crash,
Cuz we both know how this ends...

They were moving into small circles at a pretty fast rate, considering the amount of room they had in the small room.

Clock ticks till it breaks your glass,
And I drown in you again.

Bill suddenly, and very quickly spun the brunette around, causing him to stumbled a bit. The demon grabbed onto his hand, giving him one last spin before Dipper fell backwards onto the taller males arm. Bill felt the smaller, colder hand grip his, with his arm connected to the other hand was hooked around the other's waist, and dipped him backwards. 'How did he do that?' the brunette mumbled, both surprised and amazed.

       The two stood and got back to waltzing around the room, though slightly slower than the time before. Except this time, Dipper joined into the singing.

Cuz you are the piece of me,
I wish I didn't need!
Chasing, relentlessly!
I still fight and I don't know why.

They started slowing down from their original pace, and Dipper placed his foreahead on Bill's shoulder, which he couldn't help smiling about.

If our love...
Is tragedy why are you my remedy?
If our love...
Is insanity why are you my clarity?

They stopped dancing completely but left their hands where they were.

Why are you my clarity?