This is mostly about me, so you can kind of skip through those parts if you want.

Point of View: Abigail / Alex

   I sort of just pretended I wasn't there. In fact, it was almost impossible for them to know that I'd been watching their cute moment from in the library... but Bill knew. When they came back in, he walked straight up to me, Dipper behind him, and said, "Why were you spying on us?"
   "What? Me? Spying? NEEEEEVER!" I squeaked. God I hated my voice. "Okay yes, I was spying because YOU'RE ACTING LIKE THE CHARACTERS IN A SHOW WHO ARE OBVIOUSLY GAY BUT DON'T ADMIT IT UNTIL SEASON FIVE BECAUSE THE CREATORS KNEW THAT PEOPLE WOULD STOP WATCHING THE SHOW BUT THEN YOU START DATING AND ALL THE PEOPLE START FANGIRLING BUT THEN MY MOM WON'T LET ME WATCH THE SHOW ANYMORE BUT THIS IS REAL LIFE!" I screamed all of that, panting for breath by the end. Bill and Dipper were looking at me like I'd completely lost my mind.
   Maybe I had. Maybe I was trying to make life gay because my mom was a homophobic Christian and wouldn't ever let me watch any shows or read any books with gay in it...
   Maybe it was just wishful thinking because I needed a friend who either wasn't straight or wasn't cis to understand what I was going through in my life.
   But I knew that they were gay. I would make them date each other... but first I would have to befriend one of them, or maybe both. Probably Dipper first. He seemed like the type that always had a pride flag in his backpack just because he can.
   ... and that train of thought took about three seconds, which was also the amount of time it took for both the boys' faces to become red, Dipper from me saying that he was obviously gay, Bill probably from reading my thoughts.
   Either way, it sure was hilarious when they both screeched, "I'M NOT GAY!" So hilarious in fact, that I squealed and laughed at the same time. They were so gay.
   Also, the funniest part? Mabel was standing behind them. She was obviously just as fangirly about this ship as I was. Bill whipped his head around to look at her, because I guess he was still listening to my mind. She smiled sweetly, but Dipper glared at her and started chasing her. I didn't realize why... until I saw the phone in her hand. She had been videoing them.
   Now I was alone with Bill. Wow. Alone with a demon. Well, I guess I no longer had a choice in which one to befriend first. "Sooooo... Bill. You and Dipper are the cutest ship ever, by the way. You're a demon, am I correct?" I asked. As a semi-religious person, I grew up around the belief that demons were ugly red short creatures with an arrow at the end of their tails and worked for the devil... but that didn't seem to be the case with Bill.
   "What's a ship? And yeah, that's right, stupid fleshbag. You sure are slow, aren't you?" He scoffed, and I simply smiled, driving all thoughts out of my head. Actually, I was pretty smart for a thirteen-year-old, but in my opinion, I was just a dumb unnecessary thing that should die, and I was super ugly. Obviously Bill was right...
   Oops. Had I thought all of that?
   Yep. Bill was looking at me with sympathy, and I hated it. "Okay, demon, just stop. I know I'm worthless, don't pretend to feel bad for me because you heard what I thought." I said, giving him a glare and a snarl at the end.
   "Why do you think that, just wondering."
   Now I was confused. "Think what?"
   "Think that you're worthless."
   I sighed, looking at him. How had this become about me? "I am worthless, because I was supposed to grow up and be this super religious, pure, holy Christian, and instead I became this... ace pan, non-binary freak."
   He could tell that I didn't want to talk about it anymore, and I was glad. I'd never told anyone my gender identity... nobody actually accepted me. I had been born a girl, and so I pretended to still identify as one in public.
   Dipper came running up to us, panting. "The hell!" He huffed angrily. "I can't freaking catch her! Abigail, wanna help?" He breathed, catching his breath. He had obviously been chasing Mabel and got tired.
   I nodded. "Sure... uh... I'm not very good at finding people though..." I looked down at my feet. Still, I was pretty sure that I could find Mabel, since I knew my way around the library pretty well, and knew that she liked crafts.
   I looked around, and saw that the right section was halfway across the library. "Over there." I said, pointing.
   "Ugh, Mabel, god damn it!" He huffed, and I winced. Like I said, semi-religious...
   I prayed that he wouldn't notice... but the power of prayer failed, and he did. "Oh god- er- are you a Christian?" He mumbled, obviously pretty uncomfortable when I nodded slowly.
   "... the homophobic kind?" He asked coldly, and I looked away.
   "Sort of... I'm not a homophobe, but..." I trailed off. Why did my religion always ruin my friendships?
   "But what?" He asked, not letting it go. Here it was, the thing that would keep me from becoming friends with him.
   "Well, my mom is homophobic." She replied.
   "Great. Just great. Well, I know that won't affect your stupid straight self, but I thought that I was actually making a friend for once. No, though, her mom is a homophobe and I
can't be friends with her. That's just freaking awesome."
   By now, I was about to yell at Dipper, but then Bill walked up to him. He didn't say anything out loud, but I could tell that he'd said something to Dipper telepathically, because Dipper's eyes widened and he looked back at me. By now, I was sure that tears were rolling down my face, which was again partially hidden by my hoodie.
   Soon enough we found Mabel, sitting beside one of the shelves, but I didn't stick around. I didn't want to talk to Dipper anymore. In fact, it would be a few hours before I would want to talk to him again. Before I left though, I asked Bill for his and Dipper's phone numbers.

Well I... tbh, this was terrible writing. If you're wondering, Dipper freaked out because he knows that he can't be friends with her if her mom is a homophobe, even if he refuses to admit to Abigail that he's gay, he knows that she knows. If they try to be friends, the mom is gonna be like, "ew it's gay get it out of our house!" So... yeah. Does that clear some stuff up?