Beauty and the Bill (Bill Cipher Love Story)

Chapter 1

 Silence is a peculiar thing. At some moments, it could be a calming sensation where you could hear only the sound of your heart, your breaths. It's a very soothing melody. But, the elegy that is silence can also be the most frightening feeling one can experience. It can remind one of the unknown; it brings the emotion of dread, for silence is the sound of the deceased.

Kate longed for the soothing side of silence.

A sudden jolt of the bus over some rocky terrain yanked her from her dark and melancholy thoughts, her phone slipping from her fingers and taking her earbuds with her. She swore softly under her breath and leaned down to grab it from the floor board where it landed.

The bus jolted once more, resulting from the young woman kneeling herself in the jaw and making her bite her tongue. A louder swear slipped between her lips as she swiftly swiped the phone into her hand, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.

With a soft huff, she leaned back against the hard seat and put her earbuds back in her ears as Fallout Boy played in her head. She looked once more out the window, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

A sign approached, reading "Welcome to Gravity Falls".

Kate's new home.

She despised the thought.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and her eyes slowly rolled over to the screen. Her great uncle Stanford had texted her, telling her to hurry up because he had a "business to run".

His stupid tourist trap was hardly a business. And besides, it wasn't like she could speed up the bus...

It sent a sour feeling throughout her body, the thought that he would act so impatient. Didn't he know what she had been through..? Did he really think he should be rushing her..?? She was already unstable; the smallest thought could knock her over and make her burst into tears with no warning...

Kate had always wanted to live in the country. She was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, and as a result never left the city. Except, of course, if you count visiting her cousins in California. But other than that exception, she never left the city—and she never went to the country.

Wildlife fascinated her. Growing up, she had always wanted to trek in the woods and find some animals to talk to. Being an only child was a lonely experience, and she always fantasized talking to animals and befriending them. She had grown up since her days of happiness and fantasy, but she still was happy to finally get to see the forest.

However, the circumstances couldn't have been worse.

Kate looked at all the passengers on the bus. Blank expressions filled their faces, the only sound the roar of the bus riding through the country trail. These people were just going about their every day lives... They had nothing to fear. Meanwhile, Kate had EVERYTHING to fear. She was alone. She was heading towards the unknown... Most of these people probably had no idea what the unknown was even like.

She looked out the window once more, resting her head in the palm of her hand. She tried to forget about what troubled her mind so terribly much as the trees zoomed past her. But that just doesn't work, now does it?

"Gravity Falls, Oregon. All people for Gravity Falls, Oregon, this is your stop!"

Kate reached down and grabbed her luggage, a putrid green suitcase with her belongings inside. The suitcase wasn't even hers; it belonged to the social worker. A petite woman who smelled like old soap. Kate hated that woman; she was so condescending.

She stumbled out of the bus, dragging the bulky and awkward suitcase with her. She didn't have many belongings—most were lost in the fire.

Waiting at the bus stop for her was her great uncle Stanford, an old man with a square jaw—that was covered in gray whiskers—, gray hair, and pale skin in a black suit with a red fez and a yellow tassel.

"What took you so long?" he barked, his voice gravelly and quite harsh. Kate flinched slightly. She had never met the man before, and THIS is how he greets her? Her uncertainness slowly shifted to annoyance and anger, and she tightened her jaw.

"I'm sorry," she spat at him. "I can't help it if the bus I was on was slow." She dragged her luggage behind her and shoved pass Stan, who was dumbfounded. It was then when he realized that what had happened to her took such a toll on the young woman's mind.

"Hey, Kate? Is there anything I can do to help?" She could tell he was implying the fact that she's hurting. That much was clear. But there was nothing he could do.

"Can you change the past?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Can you bring back my parents?"

"Kate, I-"

"Then, no. There is nothing you can do." She continued walking. She opened the door to Stan's car, an old, red 1965 El Diablo Convertible with a light tan hood and matching seats. "Are you coming? Let's go." She opened the trunk of the car and threw her luggage into it. Then she climbed into the passenger's seat and shut the door, putting in her earbuds and playing her music from her phone.

Stan stared at the eighteen year old and opened the door, sitting down in the driver's seat. After glancing at his niece, he started the car, and Kate didn't even glance at him.

This was going to be a long rest of their lives.