His secret... (Billdip)

Mistakes have been made >#-#<

'What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.'

Dipper didn't normally cuss, or use bad language (He used subsitutes) but he couldn't help it. "Oh my fucking god, bill, uh, uh, well..." 

Bill was speechless. His hands were still on Dippers cheeks, even though Dipper was trying to pull away. He couldn't say anything. 'The pinetree kid just kissed me... Does that even count though? I don't, I don't know. Oh my god... His lips were so soft... Wait, the fuck, no don't think that! Should I read the pinetree kids mind...?' 

Dipper was having a panic attack. Bill was silent. All eyes were on them. What was Bill thinking!? 'Oh my fucking god, I'm gonna die. Bill was so like, ready, I don't know. God help me! Please give me a sign that Bill at least won't hate me, or- or like I don't know.'

So Bill kissed the annoying brown-haired, oblivious teenager. He smashed his lips onto Dippers. He pulled away, pecking once more just in case. Dipper stared at him, amazed. Maybe frightened? What was he suppose to do now? They'd only been friends a few days. 

So why was Dippers heart pounding so hard? 

Why were his lips on fire? 

Why did Bill look so amazed? 

Little did Dipper know, Bill was a mess on the insides. It was like his brain was turned to mush and all he could think of was Dipper. His soft lips. His soft hair. His warm body. His everything. 

Bill wanted more. Bill wanted to lay with Dipper and watch cheesy movies while they cuddled. He wanted to go out to eat, feed Dipper like a baby, and kiss him afterwards. He wanted to push Dipper up to a wall and just make-out with him. But why did that seem impossible?  

Because it was gay. And that, Bill was not. 

But what if he was? 

No he's not. 

But he is. 

But now, Bill wasn't sure. He was thinking very gay thoughts. And he wanted Dipper. He wanted Dipper to be his. And he was going to make it that way.