How About a Deal? (Bill Cipher X Reader)

An Average Day

Soft music could be heard slowly loudening for you to wake up to

You open your eyes groggily looking at the screen you hate seeing every morning at exactly 6:30, no later, no sooner. It's always on time, with the chime you now hate to hear. But yet you never change it. Due to the fear that maybe you won't wake up to the new chime. You close your eyes playing a risky game to yourself, wondering back off to the world of nothing.

Just five more minutes...

You then open your eyes suddenly. It's been too long since you had shut your eyes. It could be well past 6:35. You check the phone.

6:34, it reads.

You stretch out in your warm bed, not really wanting to get up, yet you do anyways. You never dare to fight yourself. You get up from the warm mountain of blankets on your bed, you walk over to the clothes you had picked out the night before, knowing you would not want to search for an outfit in the morning also not wanting to take up any more time to get ready.

Once dressed in the outfit you had chosen you sit down at your desk. You grab your makeup case and the small mirror you have setting it onto the desk starting to work on the makeup you do on a regular base now. Somehow though no matter how many times you do it or how much practice you have, it always seems to take you till 6:55 to actually finish your makeup. You walk over to your tall mirror adjacent to the desk and check yourself out while brushing out your hair, deciding to keep it down.

You turn around and grab your essentials for the daily. Your phone and earbuds. Heading off down the stairs, like always you seemed to be the first one ready.

You enter the kitchen and grab a breakfast bar, eating it while preparing your lunch for the day, which seems to always appear to be leftovers from the night before.

Soon your sister would come down.

"Morning" she greets. You could never quite understand her, she was such a morning person. Always full of energy in the morning. You were quite opposite of her.

"Hello" you greet back as you munch on the breakfast bar you had grabbed sitting at the table while watching some Youtube videos.

You continued to watch the video you were watching as everyone came down. Just waiting for your brother and your father to come down.

Soon your brother comes down. He is always the slowest at getting ready and taking his time.

You glance to the clock on the stove. You had not realized the amount of time that had past. "You guys need to hurry it's almost 7:20" You say, the clock had read 7:18. Your dad soon comes down grabbing the things he needed for work.

You all then walk out the door at 7:22 getting into the car. School would start at 7:40. Thank goodness you only live three minutes away from the school or you all would be in trouble. Somehow though, never being late this year, you always get the anxious feeling of being late. You don't want to be late, nor miss as many days of school like you would in the past. You would miss weeks of school and be late all the time the previous years of school. This year was going great so far. And as it was the middle of the end of the school year, you were doing pretty great.

Your dad drops you and your siblings off at the door, exchanging the usual goodbyes.

"Bye. Love you. Have a good day"

You enter the school alongside your twin brother and walk to your locker first, due to it being the closest. You would always be next to each other when you had the chance. It was nice to always have someone with you by your side. It's company. You know you would never be somewhere alone with him next to you. Like when graduating school, or going through drivers test, you would do everything together. And in a way, that was comforting to you. To know that there will always be someone by your side.

You walk to his locker next before splitting off to each others own classes. It was a shame you guys didn't share any classes but you can't really do much about that.

Your first class of the day, FACS or Family and Consumer Science, which was quite boring, as usual. You could never tell if it was you due to being a horrible morning person, the strange kids in the class, or the subject itself. Either way, you guess it boils down to it all. Although the class was a very easy A. You just had to do the work and turn it in, the test were even easy and you never even hardly studied for them.

Due to you being bored of the current subject you slid in your airpods, you hair covering them perfectly, as always. You turned on some music and took out your pen and started to draw a certain character you loved from a certain show on your wrist. The show? Gravity Falls of course! That character you drew on your arm was none other than Bill Cipher

That class was soon over and you headed to your second class, Spanish II. You hated that class, I mean the person you sat next to was fun, the teacher was fine. But the subject, you hated it. Spanish was one of the worst classes of the day for you. But you were always goofing off in that class with a friend of yours.

The teacher was in the middle of talking, and you were bored. So you reached over to your friends desk, pencil in hand a drew a triangle with an eyeball.

"No. (Y/N). Stop. No. You are obsessed over Bill" he says in a loud whisper.

You two were really the only ones to talk in that class, so of course pretty much everyone could hear you two talking in class. But it did not really bother you much. You continued the conversation in a whisper, sometimes you guys would write on the paper in front of you to chat.

"You're the one always bringing him up" you said with a smile

"You just drew him!" he states in a whispering yell

"I don't know what you are talking about" you say looking away

The rest of the class was followed by making silly jokes at each other and drawing Bill on pretty much anything and everything.

The rest of the day carried out like any other regular day. Not much thought of Bill Cipher, only when you were bored in class and drew him on the paper or desk you had. You would even, if you had the chance to, draw him on a wall nearby.

When you do get home you would open up your phone and start to read some fanfics on Bill Cipher.

How cool would it be to meet this guy? He would probably be nothing like he is in these fanfics I read. You thought.

You look out your bedroom window while swinging on your hammock looking at the sky. You always had this feeling in your heart, a longing, a need, to do something other than your daily activities. You were always bored, you have a heart to travel you want to get out there. You hate being cooped up like a chicken. It bugged you, and bored you much.