Okay so... I'm about to... nvm y'all don't deserve to be prepared.

Point of View: Dipper

  I was sitting under a tree, staring at it's base. Bill was right behind me, saying, "PineTreePineTreePineTreePineTreePineTreePineTreePineTreePineTreePineTreeP-!"
  I cut him off by standing up and putting my hand on his mouth, like I would, do to Mabel. "I'm not going to forgive you. Bill, you can't just make a shoe magically appear and then throw it at someone. Actually, you shouldn't do either of those anyway. Especially the second one."
He pushed my hand away. "There is a deference between can't and shouldn't Pine Tree. For instance, I can just make a shoe magically appear and then throw it at someone. As you said, that doesn't mean I should. I'm not sorry, exactly, but I get where you're coming from. So, I won't do it again." He said, mumbling under his breath afterward. I ignored what he said and we just stood there, looking at each other. It was in that very moment that I realized how very close our faces were, only an inch of air between our noses.
"Boop!" It took me a second to realize what had just happened, and then a second after that to realize the sound had come from Bill, who's face was now red. He had tapped my nose gently with his, and then shuffled back quickly, seeming to just then realize what he had done. "...uh..." he mumbled, looking down at his feet.
I just looked at him, too stunned to move. My face was also very red, and we stood there in silence as he looked up, staring at each other.
It took me a minute for everything to process through my head. A powerful dream demon, the same one who had tried to kill me multiple times, had just booped my nose. "What the hell?" I muttered in confusion.
Bill chuckled nervously, and muttered, "Pine Tree has a dirty mouth? Who knew?" We just stared at each other again. My face got redder.

Point of View: Mabel

I yelled, "HEY DIP DOP, YOU GUYS OKAY NOW!?" As I ran up a hill to where Dipper and Will were standing. Their faces were very close together, and both red. When they heard my voice, Dipper screeched and jumped back, while Will scooted away from Dipper and cleared his throat, looking over at me.
  I gave them an 'I know what's going on here...' look, grinning. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?" I asked. I knew how to make them nervous, if I was right about what I thought.
  Dipper screamed, "NO!" at the same time that Will mumbled, "Yes you are, Shooting Star."
  What had Will called me? Shooting Star? Well, that was familiar... but it wasn't until Dipper exclaimed, "Look what you did, Bill!" That I recognized the nickname, and the voice that went with it.
  "Bill?" I asked, and Dipper's eyes widened as he realized that I had caught that. "Bill, as in, Bill Cipher?"
  Will - or I guess, Bill - laughed. "Of course, who else! Know any other Bills who call ya Shooting Star, or your brother Pine Tree? Oh, speaking of, don't worry Pine Tree, I can just erase Shooting Star's memory."
My mouth open in shock, I decided to squeal. Not just a normal squeal, like, a sound that breaks glass. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!"
"PINE TREE, WHAT THE FRICK IS WRONG WITH YOUR SISTER!?" Bill screamed over the noise, attempting to cover his ears. Dipper, who knew better, just stood there glaring at me.
"She's fangirling." Dipper responded. I stopped squealing.
I smiled. "Yep! But uh, there may be an issue with the whole Bill-erasing-my-mind thing... I kinda like my memories like they are..."
Bill rolled his eyes. "Too bad." He reached his hand out toward my face and looked like he was concentrating really hard.
I giggled. "What're you doing? It looks like you're constipated or something!" Bill looked at me with complete annoyance.
"It isn't working..." he muttered to himself.
"Yay, I get to keep my memories!" I smiled. "Oh, and I remember both of your faces being really close together and red a minute ago... what was that?" I asked, giggling. Their faces went back to being red.
"NOTHING!" They both screamed,