"So, I hear that prom is coming up." The deep voiced, manly female laughed all too loudly in Dipper's face. He just chuckled back, nervously, uncomfortably.

"Look, Grenda, I'm not entirely sure I was to go to the prom." Dipper faked a remorseful smile and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, but maybe you can take someone else. I know Mabel would be happy to go in a group with you and Candy." He suggested and tried desperately to end the conversation. He wasn't lying, almost everyone knew parties were not his thing, and they wont just start being so now. And even if he did decide to go, not with Grenda. He didn't mean that in a bad way though, he just preferred her as a friend, or more accurately, a friend of his sister's, and considering the fact he's never had a romantic experience with anyone else than another boy. He wouldn't really be comfortable romantically going with any girl but Wendy, even though his crush for her died when she graduated high school last year, the same year he entered it. It was a dumb idea in the first place, and honestly, it may not have been an actual crush.

But yeah, Grenda was out of the question. He closed his ajar locker and shifted off the class. Geometry, another way to say 'the bane of his existence.' Math was never his thing, he was more into English and science, they were more up his alley. As his friend Bill once said about math, "It's a mental cage of absolute bullshit made to get people to pay more taxes for useless, stressfully hard schooling." Bill had a unique way with words.

He entered the class, sitting in his seat which was in the front row. The desk was lightly vandalized with dumb doodles or initials. He pushed his backpack to the floor and sighed, pulling out a notebook. Hands slammed to the surface of his desk, scaring his heart to his throat before he could even look up.

"Hey Pine Tree!" Bill. He didn't even need to see his face to recognize his high pitched voice and odd clothing style. His vocals didn't seem to fit that of a sophomore like Dipper, but somehow, it worked. It seemed to echo with each word uttered from his lips.

He scoffed. "Hey Cipher." They mostly referred to each other through nicknames, actually, he's never heard Bill call him by his real name. The tall, skyscraper of a teen had every class with him, and Dipper had a sneaking suspicion that Bill had set it up that way, even though they had only met earlier this year.

The sly smirk of Bill's grin sent a chill down his spine, in both good and bad ways. This was the boy Dipper had his first kiss with, the only possible romantic relation he had anymore. It was weird, Dipper, 'the prude' as Bill's referred to him as more than once, having any attraction to this rebellious, trouble-making, drinking, cursing, druggie of a student, and the feelings were requited. Not that Bill knew it, Dipper would almost never admit to his feelings for Bill.

"I've got a question to ask you, next period." Lunch. Dipper hummed.

"Why can't you ask me here?" He eyed him cautiously. Bill had never been one to be unsure of his motives, if he was to do something, it will go exactly as he wants it to. He was a manipulator of every weakness, every possibility, so if he wanted to do something during lunch, it was going to happen.

"Because, kid, it's too important to talk about in this shit hole of a room." The bell rang and the blond disappeared to his seat. Something Dipper never understood was how he walked so silently, so quickly, disappearing as fast and stealthily as he appeared.

The waiting killed him, he was never that patient of a person, especially with Bill, the fast-paced, quick thinking demon of a teen. The class went on slowly, shapes and numbers accumulating on the whiteboard. With every word the teacher said, every glance Dipper and Bill shared with each other, the brunette's suspicions only grew. Whatever the question could be, it couldn't be good. Dipper already ruled out prom, the blond already swore he wasn't going. Forty two minutes and finally the bell rang. Bill sauntered over to Dipper, placing an elbow on his shoulder and leaning his height onto the all-too-short-for-his-age boy.

"Okay, you don't enter the cafeteria until Shooting Star tells you, deal?" He smiled and held out his hand to keep the contracted agreement. What it was with this kid and deals Dipper would never understand. Nonetheless, he nodded impatiently and pushed his hand away.

"Whatever." And the blond pushed off the shorter's body and shot out the classroom, running faster than he had ever seen. The cafeteria wasn't far away, it didn't take long before Mabel rushed into Dipper, literally slamming her body into his, her face aglow with a smile implying either she got asked to the prom, or she asked someone.

"Come on, bro! Let's go to the cafeteria now!!" She was extremely excited, even for her. Her brown hair bounced happily to the beat of her step and she pulled her twin to the lunch room. They entered and before Dipper could even process what was happening, he heard an all too familiar voice yell out once again.

"Pine Tree!" He turned his head to the table in the center of the room, a blond boy atop it's surface. Bill stood, smile on his face and shirt pulled up to his chest, the word 'Prom?' written on his stomach in big black letters. His echoed laughter filled the air, overpowering the sounds of other students cheering and teachers yelling.

Dipper's face flushed, the red on his face was almost physically burning his skin. He didn't even know how to react. Mabel gushed next to her twin, a braced smile peaking into his peripheral vision. The corners of his lips tugged, he couldn't tell if it was trying to smile, or preparing to cry. The tall boy jumped off the table, ignoring the teachers trying to take him to the office.

"What'da ya, kid? Would you go to prom with me?" He smiled and cupped the brunette's face in his hands.

"I thought you said you weren't going.." Dipper muttered, a smile crept across his face and a single happy tear rolled down his face. Bill's grin only widened, as if to confess to his lie. He cocked his eyebrow, silently requesting an answer. "Yes."

Bill pulled Dipper's face into his, smacking their lips together passionately, holding his cheeks. They kissed for what felt like hours and seconds all at once, before the delinquent was pulled off to the office for his table stunt. But Dipper stayed there, happy, dazing in the moment. Well, I guess this party could be an exception.