-Chapter 9-

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•Dipper•
Fuck fuck fuck! I can feel the anxiety bubbling up in me. Everything is going wrong. This was supposed to be MY year, but everything is so wrong. I've been living with a demon for god knows how long and I'm one of the only people who knows about it! I groan and sit on the bed, resting my head in my hands. The pulsating feeling of an emerging migraine begins to set in.

"Hey Dip?" I jump and scramble to my feet. "Oh dang dude! Didn't mean to scare you" Wendy's laughter fills the room and I can feel my worries start to melt away. I rub my neck and laugh "yeah.. sorry about that. I thought you were somebody else." She smiles and glances around the room. "Still the same as always, huh?" I can feel my face flush as a stutter for the right words to say. She chuckles and pats my back "I'm just picking at you. It's nice. A room to yourself, and it just screams Dipper." Dipper. The stupid nickname Bill gave me has been ringing in my ears all morning. It's nice to finally hear my name. "So.. what are you doing up here, Wendy? I thought you were catching up with everyone else?" She shrugs" I was but they started arguing about a TV show and I left to check on you. You left in such a hurry I wanted to make sure you were okay." I smile. She's always been so caring. "Thank you"

"Not a problem dude! I'll leave you alone then, maybe they're done yacking" she winks and starts to head down the stairs. I feel my whole body rush into overdrive and practically leap toward the door. "Wendy!" She stops and turns towards me, looking up the stairs. We're a few steps away but it feels so close. I start to sweat and fidget "I uh-" she laughs "Uh.. Will you go on a date with me? Dinner or a movie or something!" I'm burning red now. Seconds feel like an eternity and she finally speaks. "Yeah! I would love that"

•Bill•
Pain flares through my entire body as I feel completely immobilized. It's so hard to breath..

What is happening to me?

I struggle as I try to reach my bed. I just want to lay down. I haven't felt like this in years. This sinking feeling, this overwhelming dread. This loneliness.

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