Now or Take Home? {Billdip Fanfic}

Chapter 58

Ces: what are you expecting?

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Chapter 58: "Onto our Year!"

Dipper and Bill were about to leave the bustling and rowdy party when suddenly, a swarm of cameras came flooding in front of them. The bulbs flashing, random questions being thrown at them, mostly for Bill. Apparently, Madam Imeé ratted them out to a bunch of paparazzi.

Bill clicked his tongue and tightens his grip on Dipper's shoulder, pulling him close. He leans down to him, whispering, "what are we, Pine Tree?"

Dipper blinks" wh-what?"

A pair of golden eyes stares adoringly to Dipper, it almost took his breath away, "in this life? Are we lovers or work partners?" He smiles.

Without hesitation, "lovers."

Dipper tips on his toes and made a quick peck on Bill's cheek, eyes narrowing to the flashing bulbs as if they were interrupting an intimate moment. He stands tall, chin leveled, "if you'll excuse us, please, get out of the way." He stated, pure of venom.

The paparazzi silenced; this was the first time that the oh-so-innocent Mr. Oren West glares at the cameras. They made a way for the couple, breaths held in.

The two walked, confident and close when suddenly, a strange yet brave reporter stands behind them, brave and determined to get answers.

"Are you, Mr. Oren West, dating the rumored eldest son of the Illusimate's CEO!?"

Both of them shared a smirk, Bill looks at his shoulder, "and if we are?"

The reporter stands still, frowning.

"We don't see the point of saying anything related to our personal business, my dear reporter." Bills hums, "after all, it is a personal business." He giggles.

Before the reporter follows anything, Dipper and Bill left and went straight to the elevator, heading back to their hotel.

All the time, both are close and hands all over each other.

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Once Dipper opened the door, Bill rushed in, stripped off his jacket and collapsed face first on the soft bed.

Dipper chuckled, closing the door and locking it as he hear the collapsed man groan loudly, exhausted.

"I hate fucking paparazzi." His voice muffled.

"Mhmm." Dipper sat next to the body, unbuttoning his jacket and stretching out his neck tie to breath. He sighs, neck moving properly. He always hated suits.

"And I hate that cod!" Bill turn his head to Dipper, mad, "how can you have a normal conversation with someone all over you!?" He asked, fumming.

Dipper laughed. "--oh I don't know," he brushed his hand to Bill's hair, "you're quite clingy too, Bill." He muses.

Bill smirks, "oh yeah?" He rolls to his side, elbow propped on the bed as his head on his hand, "well then, Mr. Not-So-Clingy-At-All, who just, literally, begged me to kiss him?" He teased with an eyebrow raised.

He was answered by a slap on the leg, a harsh slap.

"Ow!"

"I didn't beg!" Dipper shouted, blushing. That wasn't the truth, but also not a lie.

After their first kiss ever, Dipper just stared in daze, eyes glazing to Bill's eyes and lips. Obviously, he wanted a bit more. His heart was begging Dipper for more kisses. But he just can't ask again to kiss him more. Dipper wanted to soak into the moment a bit more.