It's Just Part of the Deal

part 1

I quickly yanked the phone away from his ear as an inhuman shriek echoed through the receiver. "Yesh, was that Star?"

"Y-yeah, it's Star. I'll call you back, let me know how it goes." 

I chuckle to myself as my distant friend ends the call, so he can take care of whatever crazy antics Star got into this time. Sighing,  I fall back onto my bed. "How it goes..." With a huff, I rub my forehead in a failig attempt to fend off my raising panic. "I'm already starting to get nervous." Thankfully before I can sike myself out over the whole thing, Mable quietly came into my room, making sure not a single sound could be heard; which was actually really impressive for her.

"You ready?"

I nod, grabbing my backpack out from under my bed. "Are you sure about this? What if-"

"You stop that Bro-bro." She huffs, squishing my face between her hands. "Nothing's going to go wrong, and you know Gruncle Ford would never tell you. If you want answers, this is the only way."

Shaking my head out of her grasp, I nod. "Alright, lets go." I mutter, grabbing hold of her hand so she can drag me outside an a cheerful mood. Her enthusiastic energy is enough to make our Gruncles believe her when she squeals about us going to meet up with some new guy that she's into right now.

Normally when Mable wants to go meet up with a 'guy', Gruncle Stan would get in the way and demand if she wants to see them, they had to come here. So she learned that if she brought me with her, it was easier to go meet up with them.

However today, we aren't meeting a guy. Not a human one at least. For the past six months, Mable and I have been going off into the woods, deeper than Ford would ever allow, and thanks to a few books and watching Soos; my sister and I successfully built a simple cabin using the little money that our minimum wadge paying jobs, sorry excuses of allowances, and whatever Pacifica deemed salvageable from her old mansion. 

It's actually thanks to Pacifica that we're doing this. The three of us got close after weirdmagedon and Mable and her are actually dating, but decided to keep it secret and keep our Gruncles and her parents in the dark about it. We all agreed none of them were ready to accept it and none of us were ready to come out of the hypothetical closet, including myself. 

I started to drag my feet the closer we got towards the meadow where Pacifica was waiting next to the creepy statue of Bill sits, embedded deep in the ground. At first we refused to come anywhere near him, leaving the statue to mold and become messy and covered in vines and overgrown weeds, but recently; I started to become curious about certain things. More specifically-

"It's about time you two got here. I was about to do it without you." Pacifica huffed, pushing herself to her feet and folding her arms over her chest in her casual sassy manner.

Mable only shook her head with a slight giggle before going up to hug and give a quick kiss to her girlfriend. She quickly turned her attention to Bill though, automatically taking note on how well we'd done to clean him up after the years of neglect.

I smile. "Pacifica, did you really have to put the flowers on his hat?"

"Silence! He's beautiful." Mable grins, pressing her fists on her hips. "Besides, I'm happy that we made the garden around him. I feel bad about how bad he looked before."

Pacifica and I nodded. If there ever was a low Bill was definitely in it. Literally and figuratively. "So, are we going to do this or feel sorry all day?" Pacifica smiled, tossing me the key to the cabin we built.

With all our courage we stood side by side in front of the statue, reaching forward and taking hold of his outstretched hand. It felt cold, like rock should, but it's the middle of summer, it should be warm especially if there should be a demon living inside!