CHAPTER TWO: How Things Are.

~Billiard~

After we all get acquainted Wendy goes back to work and I sit next to her. Since I obviously have standing issues Stanley extended the front counter and added a second register for me. The twins are up in their room unpacking, Stanley is giving a tour, Stanford is in his room since I'm pretty sure he's not about to go into his lab in front of me, and Soos is in his break room.

As some poor innocent tourist come and go, all the while being ripped off, the door chimes as a golden blonde twelve year old little girl comes in. She has silver colored eyes and is wearing a red violet V-neck with a 'silver' sparkling depiction of the North star on it with that smaller one next to it, a light gray skirt with the same two stars in hot pink in the left corner, gray leather healed boots, a dark gray denim jacket, and, a red violet head band with those same two stars in it's right corner. her hair is in a braid and her bangs cover her forehead as she holds a back pack over her shoulder and looks around with her head until her eyes land on me and she squeals and runs behind the counter to jump on me with a hug. "BIG BROTHER!" She says excitedly.

(A\\N: If this where a show then this is wear the seen would black out and the theme song would start then it would switch over to a commercial break so I'm going to pick a random song for the theme of this story: Prove It. By: Divided By Friday.)

~Dipper~

Billiard seems almost familiar, and cute. I haven't even told Mabel yet but yeah... I'm Bisexual.

When me and Mabel Finnish unpacking we head down stairs. Once me and Mabel have gotten some drinks, me apple juice and Mabel orange juice, we head into the gift shop wear we find a girl that looks about twelve jumping on Billiard and yelling out "BIG BROTHER!"

"Hay pipsqueak! How have you been? Did your piano lessons go well?" Asks Billiard as the girl nods her head vigorously in her brothers lap. "Good. Now why don't you find a place to sit and draw me a pretty picture?" He asks her and she jumps down and sits in a corner taking a sketchbook and some pencils out, both regular and colored, and begins to sketch something out.

Mabel bounds over to the counter and leans over to look at Billiard. "I didn't know you had a sister!" She asks the English male as he looks up from the classical mythology book he was reading. "That's because she just got hear from her Monday morning piano lessons." He answers with disinterest. "Does normally come to the Shack while your working?" Mabel asks. Wendy answers that one. "Yeah, she's always following hem around." That peeks my interest. "Why? Does she not have friends or something? And what about your parents?" I ask completely puzzled. With her at about 12? And him 15 she should be with her school friends. "We don't have em. Our mother and father died in London and I'm the only one of two of us with any friends and that is really only Wendy here and her pals." He answers. "Yeah, both of them are like crazy picked on. Billiard here for the way he dresses and his bum leg, and his sister, Estella, just for being related to him." Says Wendy. I look at Estella and frown. Man, and I thought I had it bad because of my birthmark. Billiard can't defend himself because of his leg and because of their age difference they can't defend each other in school like me and Mabel do. Well shit.

After a bit of Mabel trying to get Estella to talk to her and utterly failing because Estella is afraid of every one except her brother, and me chit chatting with Wendy and only a fraction of Billiards attention since he keeps glancing at his sister protectively Grunkle Ford comes in. "Hay kids!" He says enthusiastically. "Billiard." He says with a bit of spite but Billiard seems to rub it off as he smiles kindly. "Why ello Mr. Stanford! How was your day?" He says and Ford huffs. "Good. Until I saw you." He says annoyed and Billiards eye twitches slightly.

When Ford heads out side I follow him. "What was that for?!" I yell and he turns around. "Don't you see?! It's Bill!" He says angrily. "What do you Mean?!" I raise my voice a bit but don't yell. Ford starts pacing. "Billiard is obviously an extended version of Bill. He's obsessed with the color yellow and triangles. His last name begins with the letter C but he won't tell anyone what it is. No one has ever seen where he lives. He obviously doesn't live in town. He uses a cane instead of a crutch. He has that top hat. The whole first month he knew me he almost called me Sixer several times. Bill called me Sixer. He moved in from out of nowhere. He once laughed at the sight of a road kill deer. When he first met Gideon he somehow all ready knew his name. Don't you see? All the pieces add up to him being Bill!" Says Ford sounding a little like a mad man. "It hast to be him!" He shouts. "And I'm going to find a way to prove it!" He says stomping to his pick up and driving off. That was... intense?

I walk back in the shop completely miffed and look at Billiard having a lazy conversation with Wendy as Estella is still sketching and not acnaliging my twin. Nah. He can't be. Can he?

~Bill~

'Nah. He can't be. Can he?' I hear Pine Tree think. So old Sixer told him about his suspicions? Well then... I wonder... Should I tell Billiard? Think to myself while hanging out in the back of mine and Billiards mindscape. Nah... Let's see what happens first.

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Hay y'all! IrishGoth here!

How y'all doing?

What do you think of...

Wendy?

Sanford?

Stanley?

Dipper?

Mabel?

Estella?

Billiard?

Bill?

The story so far?

Let me know if you ever think some thing is going to fast! Kay?

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