The Things We Leave Behind (Gravity Falls Fic)

Chapter 25: Blue Swede and the Toothy Cows of Skree

Saige's POV:

I was sprawled out on my bed in my pajamas. It was almost 8:00 AM, the morning after the date. I still couldn't believe how... It almost seems like a dream. Or a nightmare. Somewhere in between the two, I suppose.

I couldn't believe that I... actually... enjoyed it.

My face flushed a deep red at that thought and I rolled over, burying my embarrassment in pillow.

I can't let him get to me...

I looked over at the clock and then glanced at Asha, who was passed out on a mattress on the ground next to me, her blankets skewed around her. Sighing, I sat up and and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I rubbed my eyes and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. Then, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen. There were some dishes left in the sink from last night. It didn't look like anyone was up yet. I clicked on the CD player that was sitting on the counter so I could listen to music while I worked.

I started rinsing off the dishes in the sink, humming along to the songs that were playing. Before long, I was singing. I couldn't help it; I loved music.

"I can't stop this feeling... deep inside of me... girl, you just don't realize what you do to me... when you hold me in your arms so tight, you let me know everything's alright... I'm hooked on a feeling!" I laughed when I messed up a note and grinned throughout the song.

The door to the kitchen opened suddenly, and I jumped, yelping, the glass bowl in my hands leaping out of my grip and plummeting towards the ground. Inches before it shattered into millions of pieces, blue flames erupted around it and it stopped, hovering in midair and hanging there, unharmed. I stared at it, and then turned my gaze to the intruder, my tone flat.

"Bill."

His arm was outstretched in front of him, and the bowl flew up into his hand. He smirked and then stepped towards me, holding it out for me to take, "You dropped this."

I gingerly pulled the bowl from his grasp, taking care not to brush his hand in the process. When the bowl was in my possession, I grabbed a towel and finished drying it before crossing to the cabinet to put it away.

I turned around, biting my lip, "What are you doing here, Bill?"

He puts his hands in his pockets. Today, instead of his usual tailcoat, he was wearing a black vest over a yellow dress shirt. It suited him. Hah, suited. Haha. Heh. Puns.

He looks at me, "I didn't get to say goodbye."

I nod, "Yeah, okay. Goodbye, then."

That didn't seem to amuse him at all.

He sucks in a breath, straightening his posture, "I was thinking that because yesterday went so well, maybe we could do it again sometime."

I cross my arms, leaning back on the counter, "I promised one date. One. That's it."

He furrowed his brows, "I thought we took a step forward."

In the background, the song was still playing.

I sigh, "Maybe we did. Or maybe it's just you, seeing something that isn't there."

He took two strides toward me, and suddenly we were only inches apart. His hand tilts my chin upward and his face nears mine. I tried to fight the heat rising to my cheeks.

His stern face morphed into a smirk, "Oh, it's there. It's written all over your pretty, pretty face."

He came ever so slightly closer.

"But I'm willing to wait for you to see it."

And just as soon and abrupt as he had appeared, he was gone again, and I was left with the ghost of his hand on my chin.

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Later on, I was in the living room, and Marceline and Angel were snuggling on the couch. I was sitting in a wooden chair by the sofa, clicking through television channels with the TV remote.

Eventually, I drop the remote, giving up, "I hate Gravity Falls television. Alot."

Marcy and Angel chuckle, "Yeah, it kinda sucks, doesn't it?"

I nod in vigorous agreement, leaning back in the chair and lifting the front legs off the ground.

I sigh, balancing on the hind legs of the chair, "Asha's still asleep. I wish I could sleep that late. Then I wouldn't have to spend all this time trying to find something to do."

Angel stroked Marceline's hair out of her face, "Ah, the great summer conundrum. What to do with all the free-time?"

That's when I yell, my chair falling backwards. I go down with a crash and I lay on the carpet, groaning. I heard Marcy and Angel laughing at my pain. Such wonderful friends I have.

"Ah, thanks guys, I appreciate the help," I say, sarcastically, as I push off the floor and dust myself off. I rub the back of my head and pick up the chair. They just laugh at me more and go back to cuddling.

I sigh. I wasn't going out today. I don't want to run into Bill, and there's no reason to go out anyway. Instead, I head upstairs and climb back in bed. I can't sleep, but at least I can read. I inspect my stack of books and pick "On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness" and crack it open, diving into the adventure-filled world of Skree, Dang, and Glipwood, from the edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness to the Sock Man's Treehouse.