Dark Days (BillxDipper)

VIII

AN: Full credit to the artist~~

               "er... per... Dipper... Dipper... DIPPER!!"

     At first it's a foggy whisper, a mans voice. The more my name is called, the louder it gets until it's shouted right in my ear. I jolt awake, sweating, head pounding. I feel sick immediately. Twisting to the side I let loose the contents of my stomach. "Dipper!" The voice again, only female this time, more familiar. I cough and sputter, my body shakes violently and everything hurts. There's running, but my head spins and I can't seem to focus on the moving bodies. "There he is!" The female voice again, then more running. I spit and sit back up. "...Mabel...?" I mutter. She screeches to halt in front of me along with Wendy and Grenda, and wraps her arms around me. "We were so worried about yo-...... Looks like you had a good time" She giggles, her look mischievous now instead of worried, staring at my chest and neck...  What is she talking about? 

     "W-wha-" I mutter, starting to feel sick again, but barely manage to keep it down. Though I must look green because Mabel takes a step back. Blurry images of the night before pass in circles behind my eyelids. "C'mon, let's get you back to the shack Bro-Bro" Mabel says, helping me to my feet. "Where'd you get the necklace? I like it... Oh! Also, I have your shirt" She smiles and I put my arm around her shoulder. Necklace... What necklace? My head lolls back against my shoulders and I loose vision for a second. Mabel's grip on my tightens until I get my balance back. We stand still for a second while I catch my breath. I look down and there is a necklace around my neck. It's a shiny gold triangle, with a faint brick print on it, hanging from a dark cord. I have no idea where it came from but I kind of like it too so I don't question it. I make a mental note to look at it later. 

     I feel like I have eyes on me, but my vision spins and I can't locate who's starring at me. I shrug it off though, it must be Mabel or one of the girls. They're the only ones out here with me anyway. We walk (stumble) through the woods, Grenda and Wendy parting ways from us. They hadn't said much, or really anything at all, which was odd. "So who was the guy you were dancing with last night?" Mabel asks, wiggling her eyebrows. I try to remember him, I get a flash of yellow hair, tan skin, and slanted eyes. I only remember bits of his face, but I can't make much out. I remain silent for a minute. "I... don't know" I say, truly unsure. I remember him saying something, but I can't recall what it was. I remember dancing with him... Then I blush. The things we did with each other. The way we danced... and in public too. Oh god... Mabel laughs loudly at my blush and pokes my cheek. She's too giddy.

     I can't remember how far we went... I don't know what to do about this situation. I'm still wearing my pants though so that's a good sign, right? Maybe I made him uncomfortable and he stopped? I'm hopeful, thinking we did nothing, but disappointed at the same time. I remember the way he touched me, the way his lips felt against my hot skin, the way his teeth felt on my tongue, how soft his hands were, the look in his eyes reflected in the firelight. Dangerous almost. My stomach tightens and I have to stop myself before my shorts get any tighter and Mabel notices.

     "I don't think anything happened..." I said. Mabel pouts and shrugs. "Then we'll just have to find him again and make sure something does happen" She gives me a shit-eating grin and winks. I swat at her, blushing. She only cackles at me, poking my rosy cheeks again. "... Why didn't you tell me you liked guys?" She asks and I freeze for  a moment... "Because... I didn't know either" I say, realizing it was true. I had never really wondered why I could never seem to make a relationship work with the girls I had been with. It never felt natural, and without being aware my gaze had always followed other guys. I guess I never realized until last night. I had been dancing with mostly men last night, avoiding as many girls as I could. And then the tall blonde man swept me away and I felt normal for once, finally felt something inside me that was content, eager for what was happening. Of course I had slept with girls before, but it felt kind of like a chore and I never really liked it... but what happened with that man last night... oh I enjoyed it so very much.... But who was he?

     When we got back to the shack I went straight to the bathroom to shower. But first I splash cold water on my face, trying to calm myself down. I had gotten a little excited on the way back while thinking about last night. I look in the mirror, my face red and dripping. I see now what Mabel was looking at. I have teeth marks and hickeys all over my chest, stomach and neck. I blush again, trying to push the images from my mind. My eyes focus back to the necklace. I take it off and inspect the charm. It feels warm in my fingers, almost like it has a pulse. I feel entranced by the triangle, running my fingers over it, flipping it around in my hands. I feel lost in the golden reflection, clear like a mirror. It reflects in the light and then I see a black figure reflected behind me and I drop the warm charm in the sink. I whip around and there's nothing there. I sigh, relieved. It must have been a trick of the light.... yeah, that's all it was. Taking a deep breath I place the necklace back around my neck, it falls against my chest and I get in the shower.