First of all, yes, I do suck. Second of all, IM SORRY, HERE!

Dipper's POV

When I woke up it was nearly dark and I was still leaning against Bill. He didn't seem to mind, but I noticed his foot was thumping against the ground. I didn't know if it was nervousness or impatience.

"Oh, Pine Tree, you're awake!" Bill sounded both excited and incredibly nervous.

"Was I really asleep that long? It's already night."

"Well... no. About that," Bill readjusted his bow tie nervously. Since when was Bill Cipher nervous?

"And why are my clothes all dirty?"

"You, uh, you fell over while you were asleep, but it didn't want to wake you, so I, uh, just put you back on my shoulder," Bill said grinning, but it didn't meet his ears.

I just nodded, a little unsettled by Bills gaze, and then brushed the dirt off of my clothes. Standing up, I stretched, noticing a dull pain in my leg.

"Well, I better head home," I said, "want to walk me back?"

Bill piped up excitedly, glowing more yellow than before. I was happy to brighten his mood, though I still couldn't figure out why it had gone sour in the first place. As we walked back Bill slowly inched closer to me, and I pretended not to notice, until he suddenly grabbed my hand. At first I was a little skeptical of the hand holding, but it wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of nice having someone... even if that someone had tried to kill you... multiple times.

I shook my head of my thoughts and continued walking. Within a short period we had arrived at the tree line to the mystery shack. I looked at Bill to see if he'd want to leave, but he made no move of staying back, that is, until Grunkle Stan came running out the door.

"Dipper, what did you do to Mabel!?" He yelled angrily. My mind had gone blank, and I turned to Bill for help, but he was gone.

"What do you mean?"

"Dipper, this isn't the time to play clueless," Grunkle Stan said, standing angrily on the porch. "Mabel ran inside crying earlier, saying you burnt her arm!"

"But I didn't. I don't even– How bad is it?" I ask, ending my denial. Mabel could be a fibber and a silly goose sometimes, but Mabel wouldn't lie about something as serious as this, would she?

"It's not bad, but that's not the point Dipper! Your behavior lately has been erratic, especially for someone that has gone through so much. I'm going to have to ground you."

"You've had a really rough go of it this summer, kid," Grunkle Stan added, "it would be best for all of us if you took a break."

"Okay," I huffed, walking passed him quickly to get inside.

"And make sure you apologize to your sister!" He yelled as I dashed up the attic stairs. As my heart thundered in my chest, I began to make the connection from my very long nap to my ashen clothes.

Opening the attic door I expected to see Mabel, but instead Bill was sitting on my bed, resting his arms on his knees. I walked over to him, about to burst.

"Bill what the fuck! You attacked and try to kill me, several times I might add, okay, that's fine! But now you fucking burn my sister! Not to mention while you're in MY fucking body!"

"Pine Tree keep your voice down!" Bill yelled, standing up.

"No, don't tell me to keep my voice down! I want an explanation! Do you think you can just steal my body whenever you need to do something!? I'm not just an object to toy around with!" I felt my resolve cracking. I was so angry with him.

"We had a deal Pine Tree! I healed you in return for the use of your body! Besides it was an accide–"

"Yeah, we made a deal! But hurting my sister was never a part of it! And what happened to the other part of the deal? Aren't I supposed to stay with you? But you keep abandoning me! I can't believe you! You–"

"Pine Tree just shut up! I've only been doing and saying these things because I need to get rid of Sixer and the journals so I can stay with you, because even though I don't want to admit it, I like you, and I don't want to lose you!" Bill yelled so fast, I could only stand silently, absorbing everything he just said.

My eyes felt wet, and I couldn't tell if I was crying from the exasperation of yelling at Bill or from everything Bill just said. For once, I really felt wanted. No matter how hard I tried to feel angry at Bill for everything, my stupid feelings for Bill were squishing them down.

"Do you really mean that?" I asked finally.

"Yes."

"Then kiss me you fool," I said, grabbing Bill by the collar of his shirt and bringing his lips to mine. The kiss was warm and cold and everything in between. I had to push Bill away to breath, as he held me tightly by my shirt.

We were both suddenly aware of the other presence in the room. Looking to the left we saw Mabel, toothbrush in hand, shock-stricken look on her face.

"Mabel, wait! I can explain!"

"Dipper! You didn't tell me you were gay!" Mabel yelled, smile rising on her face. Out of everything she could have gotten from this situation, that's what she says first?

"Um..."

"Who's this hunk?" Mabel asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Did she really not realize it was Bill? I didn't know whether to laugh at the situation or not.

"Shooting Star, Are you really that dull?" Bill asked.

Mabel's face fell and I could tell she was ready to run.

"Mabel, please wait! Before you run and tell Stan, please just hear me out."

I could tell she wanted to ignore me and leave, but she stayed put anyways, a waiting look on her face.

"Okay," she said in a small voice.

"So, firstly, that was Bill that burned your arm. He possessed my body as a part of a deal I made to not die, and–"

"Wait what!? You were going to die!?"

"Yes, that was Bill's fault too, but I'll get to that later. Apparently he was trying to destroy the journals so he can stay here, and he burned your arm completely on accident. He's not as bad as he used to be... like a few weeks ago. He's gotten better. Please believe me Mabel. And you can't tell Grunkle Stan because I'm honestly in love with him and I need him to stay."

Oh shit! Why the fuck did I just say that!?

"You're in love with me?" Bill asked, looking at me completely.

"That's besides the point now. I need you to heal Mabel, and Mabel, I need you to promise you won't tell Grunkle Stan, or anyone at the moment for that matter."

"You want me to do what now?"

I turned to Bill and gave him a very serious I-don't-want-any-bullshit-face before saying, "heal her, dipshit!"

"First you say you're in love with me, and now you're calling me dipshit and ordering me around?"

"Bill, you got us into this fucking mess, now you better fix it. Don't make me get mad."

"Oh I'm quaking in my baby seal leather boots," Bill retorted.

"Wait, your boots are made of baby seals!?" Mabel screamed.

"What? No, it's a – ugh, never mind. Fine, I'll heal her."

I could tell I was beginning to push Bill's patience and liking for me. His eyes had that look like he wanted to set something on fire. It was best to get him out of here before he hurt Mabel again.

"Promise you won't hurt Mabel again," I said to Bill.

"Pine Tree, you're really testing my patience today," Bill said, the scalera of his eyes turning red for a moment.

"Bill, I mean it. Say it, or I'll off myself, right now." I held a pocket knife to my throat. The expression on Bill's face changed rapidly to that of fear in a split second.

"Okay, Okay! I promise I won't hurt your stupid family." Bill was annoyed with me, but clearly more fearful.

I tucked the blade away, and watched as Bill's face returned to looking more angry.

"Thank you," I said, resting my arm on Bill's shoulder. Bill seemed taken aback by my thanks. It appeared he didn't get thanked for much often.

"Um, You're welcome," he said uneasily, but even so a small smile settled on his face.

Hey everyone! Thanks for sticking with me. I'm gonna try focusing on this story a lot more, before I work on many of my others. I really want to finish this one since I've been working on it for so long.

Ps. When I tried to type Grunkle Stan it autocorrected it to Grunkle Satan 😂😭