Made for all of you who read this Roommates chapter in my One Shot book, this is the full version of the College fanfiction. Thank you guys for all your support!

Dipper Pines trailed the halls of his new college's dormitories, searching for his room, number 618. The halls were full of unfamiliar strangers trudging, arms full of luggage and boxes to unpack into their rooms. He would pass open dorm room doors, glancing in on or overhearing the conversations being had between new roommates.

Shit. He didn't even think about his roommate yet.

His mind wondered on as he passed up numbers on rooms. 599..600..601. Almost there. He had maybe five minutes to thing about what his roommate could be like before he actually got there. Five minutes was not enough. 610. Shit, shit, shit. Dipper wasn't shy, no, he finds it very easy to speak his mind and talk to people, but this was different. This was meeting the person you're going to spend almost a year living with. And though conversation came easy to him, trust didn't. It was either bound to be a match made in heaven, or one made in hell, with him, there was no in between.

618. His room. He arrived to the door, wide open and loud music playing through the entrance. The peered through the doorway, curiosity intact and heart pounding. He couldn't see anyone from where he stood. Maybe..maybe they just took a bathroom break. He stepped into the room and dropped his belongings onto the half of the room that wasn't yet claimed, judging by the various items scattered across the other half.

"Who're you?" A voice startled the brunette, his heart stopping for a moment and his entire body flinching. He turned his head slowly around, and there he was. A blonde man was sprawled across the other bed. Dipper could have sworn that bed was empty a minute ago. The man was intimidating, even while laying down. He stood, ending up a little too close to Dipper, and standing almost a foot taller than him. It's not hat he had many outstandingly scary features, but yet, his being terrified the boy to the bone. He stared into impossible gold eyes, or eye, one covered by a triangular eyepatch. He had a grin that almost literally stretched ear-to-ear, and sharp rows of teeth inside. His breath smelt lightly of alcohol and his outfit was nothing more than a simple yellow hoodie and black jeans. His height tipped off the horrifying aspects of the man, and yet, all the while his entire being was attractive, in some odd, sick way.

Dipper swallowed the anxiety this man bestowed onto him and calmed slightly, or at least, he tried to. "I'm Dipper Pines, this is my dorm room so I'm assuming you're my roommate. What's your name..?"

"Name's Bill Cipher." He backed off a little bit, finally giving the smaller boy his space. He chuckled, it was obvious to both of them that he was intimidating to the Pines. "So, you're my new roommate, huh?"

"Heh..yeah." The brunette rubbed the back of his neck and darted his eyes away.

"What's the matter, kid? You're a nervous little Pine Tree, aren't you?" Bill messed with the blue and white hat with the depiction of a pine tree on it.

"I um..no. Nothing's wrong, I just...college nerves, you know?" He shook out an awkward laugh and mentally slapped himself in the face. The taller boy was amused and sat back down on his bed, crossing his legs and picking up a glass bottle from the nightstand next to him.

"Whatever you say, Pine Tree." He closed his eyes and took a gulp of his drink. "Hey, you want some?" He tilted the bottle towards Dipper.

"What is it?"

"What does it look like it is?" Dipper was silent. "It's beer, kid. Every heard of it?" He remarked and Dipper rapidly shook his head in refusal. Bill muttered something beneath his breath. Dipper pretended not to hear anything.

They sat in uncomfortable quiet, the only sounds being the blasting music and the shuffling of Dipper unpacking his things. That's how it stayed for a while.

"So." Dipper froze. "What's the earliest class you have?" Bill's words slurred ever so slightly, but he sounded sober enough.

"Uh..9:00 in the morning, I think." Dipper checked at the time. It was nearing seven at night.

"Great. We can fuck around for more of the night since neither of us have to wake up at the crack ass of dawn."

"No, uh, actually, I'd rather get some sleep and study." Dipper finally finished his unpacking. A sharp cackle filled the room.

"You're one of those?! Ohhh this is wonderful, just great isn't it!?"

"Are you..are you just drunk or always this obnoxious?

"Yes."

"That doesn-" An arm latched around Dipper's shoulder.

"Come on, Pine Tree. This is college, the best four years of your life! Partying, drinking, fucking, you can't just study the entire time."

"Yes. I can." He pushed him off Bill's arm. "And you can't change that."

"Ooo, this one's got some stubbornness in 'em." He slipped back onto Dipper and smiled a drunk grin.

"Bill." He sighed in discomfort. "You're drunk."

He laughed, his cackle still as menacing as his sober one. "You think a few beers could get me drunk? My tolerance is much..much better than that." He slurred again and slumped down onto Dipper's bed. The night ensued with talking between the drunk and the brunette, until time came for Dipper to slip into bed. He passed out faster than Bill, who didn't seem to intend on sleeping.

The ringing of alarm clock sounded throughout the room. 8:30. Dipper groaned. He hated waking up early on Mondays, especially the first Monday of college. He tilled his head over and tapped the off button on the loudly buzzing contraption. He leaned his head back to his side and his chin hit something hard. Looking up, he realized what it was. A mop of blond hair rested on his shoulder, prominent snoring filling his ears.

"Bill?!" There he lay, his heavy sleeping head pressed against Dipper's chest. In Dipper's bed. His leg was outstretched over the smaller boy and his arms clung around him, like his life depended on it. It was actually kind of cute..wait no, no this isn't supposed to be cute!

He pushed with all his might to pull the blond off of him. Bill grumbled quietly and lifted himself up.

"'Morning, Pine Tree." He smiled, it wasn't until now that Dipper realized Bill was entirely shirtless.

"I-I...what are you doing in my bed?!"

"Oh that.. I don't know, 'guess I was a little drunk last night." He cackled and leaned his head back onto the pillow.

"A little?! You- You slept in my bed, with me in it!" Dipper stood up and dragged his fingers through his hair, facing away from the blond.

"Relax kid, it's not like we actually slept together or anything." There was uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. "But ya know, I'm open to experimentation."

That was Dipper's last straw. "What, you-ugh! Just...I'm going to class!" And he stomped off out the door.

"You might want to change first." Bill gazed at the doorway, and Dipper came storming back in. He changed into acceptable clothes and then left again.

It bothered him throughout the day. Why the hell would Bill sleep in the same bed as him?! Maybe it was the alcohol but he didn't seem to care while sober either. God, what is wrong with him?

When class was entirely over, Dipper hesitated on returning to his room, but he had to eventually, right? He sighed and finally decided to go back.

Bill beat him there, laying across the bed that he was actually supposed to sleep in.

"Welcome back, kiddo."

"Don't call me that." Dipper sat down on his bed, stressed and annoyed.

"Awe come on. Someone still pissed about last night?" Bill sat up in his bed and stared at Dipper from across the room. The brunette refused to answer. That was, until Bill got up and sat on Dipper's bed, right next to him. "Here, let me try to make it up to you."

"What could you possibly do to make up for-" Bill's lips landed on Dipper's. Brown eyes stared shocked at the blond throughout. He could feel Bill's smile on his lips, though Dipper was stunned, he didn't push back, or pull away. No, Bill was the one to finish the kiss. He leaned his forehead against the constellation on Dipper's and grinned.

"Welcome to college, kid."