Godly Love

Green

Pov Dipper

The underworld trip was an amazing adventure because of the many things we saw and especially the end. It was so pretty! When we went on the bus it was pretty quiet because most people fell asleep. I was talking to Mabel the whole time and she brought up some things.

We had that field trip a week ago on a Friday, or was it a Thursday? It was one of those days. I hate that I can't remember it too. Anyway, it's the weekend and I'm in the basement painting. I evaded the basement as my own little paint area when I don't feel like painting in my room. Stan and Ford don't really use the basement so I called it before Mabel.

I'm listening to random songs, well mainly old ones like the 90s, 80s, 70s, and 60s. I'm also listening to disco girl because I can. Ford and Stan are watching tv or probably eating right now. I think Mabel is doing a project or she's on a social media.

I have apple slices and I was so happy for some reason. I'm painting a person with a cloak that's in a sitting down position in the ocean. I kind of miss the beach and I had a nice view of it. I love the sunrise, sunset, and when the sky was clear and the stars would reflect.

"Maybe I should find the closest beach and just visit," I mumbled, "That would be nice."

I hear a soft knock on the door which scared me for some reason. I see Mabel poke her head out with a goofy smile.

I smiled and looked at her, "What's up sis?"
"I just wanted to check if you were here because I didn't know that you where you went," Mabel told me.
"I told you many times that I was going to be in the basement," I replied.
"No you didn't, " Mabel pouted.
"Yes I did," I sang.
"No you didn't," Mabel scoffed.
"Fine I didn't," I smiled.
"Yes you did," Mabel went silent before realizing what she said, "Damn it!"
I chuckled, "Anything else?"
"Why are you wearing shorts? It's cold outside," Mabel proclaimed. 
"No I'm really hot and it's not cold," I said, "Anything else Mabel?"
"Yes!" She shouted somewhat out of excitement, "Someone is here to see you."
"Tell them to come down then,"

Mabel giggled and rushed out while I playfully rolled my eyes. I went back to painting until I hear the door open again. I slightly turn my head and I see Bill.

I greeted him politely, "Hey Bill."
"Hey, Pinetree,"

I put down my things and went over for my hug. I felt his fingers touch my bare skin and they were ice cold. I look at him and he just smiles.

"Your fingers are ice cold," I stated, "Is something wrong?"
"Really? I feel fine," Bill told me.
"You sure?" I questioned.
"Really Pinetree," Bill told me.
"They feel really cold," I said.
"I'm fine," Bill reassured me, "Maybe its because it's really cold outside."
"It is?" I mumbled.
"It's pretty cold outside," Bill told me.
"I thought it would still be warm," I said.
"I wanted to come to see you," Bill muttered.
"You read my mind about what I was going to say next," I chuckled.

I lead him to the mini couch that I bribed Ford to buy me a few months ago. Bill makes a devilish smile and he put paint on my nose.

"Bill," I laughed.
"I thought you needed more paint,"

I whipped a little off and it saw yellow paint.

"A signature color uh?" I mumbled.
"Yellow isn't a bad color," Bill responded after a few seconds of silence.
"I know it isn't," I told him.
"Expect neon yellow," Bill muttered.
"In some situations it's nice, but other times it isn't," I said.
"I know,"