Dipper's lips curved into a smile at the sight of the demon, just now shifting from his triangular form to his human form. They hadn't talked in a week, and he couldn't help but feel happy now that they were near once more.

No matter how angry be was before.

Feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, he stood up off his bed and gripped the front of Bill's bright yellow shirt, pressing a rather forceful kiss onto the other's lips. Savoring every moment as it played out. Of course, things would be more enjoyable if Bill would actually kiss back. Dipper's eyebrows furrowed at that, worries flashing within his brain as he found himself unable to move. Oh gods, did I do something wrong? Does... does he not love me anymore? Why isn't he doing anything?!

Bill was the first to move, as if something finally clicked inside of him, and he pressed back onto the other's lips, ceasing all of Dipper's worries. He found himself getting lost in it, fingers entwining into Dipper's dark brown locks and head tilted for more leverage. Not like this was anything crazy by their standards - no, this was a normal greeting for not seeing one another in a long while.

Finally breaking away for air, Dipper couldn't help but grin, grasping Bill's hand into his own. "I love you."

Bill's eyes widened at that, slightly surprised that Dipper could even still say that after more about himself was revealed, but nevertheless, he found himself sporting the same happy expression as Dipper. "I love you, too."

The two lovers sat like that for a moment, just basking in one another's presence before Dipper finally blurted out what had been on his mind for a while:

"I've never really done anything with your real form, you know."

Bill chuckled, eyebrow raising itself at that. "Hmmm, really? And, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly is it you haven't done?"

"Lots of things," Dipper joked, causing Bill to blandly snort.

"Be serious, kid. I want to know what I'm agreeing to."

Dipper scowled. That was so out of character for Bill, but he didn't blame him. The teen had been angry at him just hours ago. "Y'know, the sorts of things we do now. And I really just miss seeing you as... well, you."

Bill definitely couldn't argue with that. Snapping his fingers, he phased back into his normal, very triangular, form. Dipper grabbed onto the other's hands once more, finding the feeling incredibly odd - Bill's hands didn't feel like hands at all. Instead, it felt like a pressure and an incredible warmth that felt fulfilling. Dipper assumed that it was because of his feelings. He was pretty sure Bill could transfer feelings in the Mindscape.

Bill looked as if he was smiling by the expression he bore, but it was hard to tell when he didn't have a human face. He pulled Dipper closer, letting go of the human's hands to pull him into a hug. Dipper didn't hesitate to do the same, face rested just below Bill's eye.

"You're so warm," Dipper declared, earning a soft laugh from Bill.

"Took you long enough to notice, kid. It's not like we haven't hugged before."

Dipper sighed, thinking back to when Bill would force Dipper to hug him after every night with one another in the Mindscape. At first, it seemed weird, but he assumed Bill thought that was a normal thing considering lots of people hugged one another.

"I... I know..."

Dipper tugged himself out of the hug, eyes weary, but smiling nonetheless. "Do you mind if I... try a few things?"

Bill snickered at that, hands flying up to squish Dipper's cheeks. "Sure, kiddo. I'm not stopping you."

Dipper couldn't help but giggle as he removed Bill's hands from his face. "Just tell me when I do something wrong by your standards." Once that had been cleared up, Dipper found himself checking out what Bill exactly was, wanting to write it down, but that might be considered odd. "You should stay like this more often," Dipper noted as he played around with Bill's bowtie.

"But then how am I going to mess with your pathetic teenage hormones?" Bill asked, flinging his arms around for effect.

"You won't. I can still mess with you, though," Dipper retorted, causing Bill to burst out laughing.

"You're funny, Pine Tree! Thinking you can mess with me," Bill bragged.

Dipper rolled his eyes. Bill could be so conceited sometimes. "Whatever. You should be happy I'm not trying to."

Bill stared at Dipper for a moment before saying; "I think a little a bit of messing around is in order. You've been so uptight, after all."

Dipper went to say something sarcastic about that, but he eventually caught onto what Bill had meant and flushed red. "Th-that's not how to fix that, Bill."

"Then how so?" Bill retorted, eye never leaving Dipper.

Dipper scowled. Bill was so... forward like this. "Change back," he hissed, wrapping his arms around himself.

Bill shrugged, rolling his eye. "Fine." Snapping once more, he reappeared in his human form. "I don't see how this changes anything."

Dipper's lips pressed into a thin line. "You scared me, Bill. I... why are you acting like this?"

"You seem to forget, Dipper," Bill growled, the annunciation of his name sending shivers down Dipper's spine.

"I'm still a demon."

Dipper awoke with a shudder, tears in his eyes threatening to fall. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and got up from his bed, changing into more comfortable clothes and pulling on his hat. A simple gaze in the mirror and he was stuck there.

He'd never noticed how much he had aged before. Heck, he still saw himself as an awkward, sweaty preteen. Of course, he was turning fifteen next week. That technically didn't count as a kid.

He noticed that he didn't seem so lanky or short, rather properly filled in then just having time to grow. His bangs swooped down over his bad eye, fluffy brown hair curling at the ends. He'd ditched the vest long ago and instead wore a black hoodie, a printed t-shirt, and his hat. He'd pulled on some looser looking jeans today, but opted out of shoes. All together, he looked completely different than he had thought.

He wasn't a kid anymore...

Dipper laughed at the thought, in tears from the mad laughter that sprung from his throat. Soon enough, he'd attracted Mabel's attention, who called out for him, but he didn't answer.

Now instead of laughing, he was sobbing. How pathetic.

It continued on like this for days - Dipper would hang out in the Mindscape with Bill (who was acting very bipolar; so many mood swings), wake up at one in the afternoon, spend the rest of the day as he normally would. Excluding the odd tendencies to want overexertions of pain or cold temperatures. It was like he was going crazy.

The bags under his eyes didn't lie.

Dipper found himself smiling, a rather odd expression for himself rather than his cold frown that he'd sported for the duration of the week. Why he was so happy, well, there was a rather simple explanation for that. He and Bill were getting along once more, and that was all that mattered anymore.

At least that's what Dipper thought.

Practically jumping with the joy that spilled at the seams, Dipper couldn't fight the soft giggle that escaped his lips when Bill spoke in French. It was so... magnetizing, not to mention how enticing it was to hear.

"Je vous adore, mon cher," Bill murmured, bright eyes flickering from Dipper's hat to his eyes. I adore you, my dear.

Dipper was clueless as to how to respond, but took the hint that his hat was getting in the way, quickly removing the item. He wouldn't risk being without one of Bill's signature kisses, after all.

"Vous êtes carrément magnifique, mon amour," Bill continued, pressing sweet kisses on the other's lips in between words. You're downright gorgeous, my love.

Dipper wanted to close his eyes so badly, instantaneous response tugging at him, but he didn't want to miss the sight before him; loose a chance a missing a single glance of Bill and all his wonder. He remained silent, knowing these small lapses between sentences weren't the end of his speech just yet.

"Je ne peux pas obtenir assez de vous. Vous êtes contagieux, Pine Tree." Bill's eyebrows furrowed slightly at that, hands grazing over Dipper's shoulders before trailing down to his arms. I can't get enough of you. You're contagious, Pine Tree.

Dipper let out a needy whine, hating it when Bill would unwrap his arms from around him to tease him. He wanted the warm Bill seeped; the only warmth he'd ever want. "Bill..." Dipper finally spoke, grasping his lover's attention.

Bill sighed. It seemed the fun was over. Might as well get straight to the point. "Joyeux anniversaire, ma gaule." Knowing Dipper had no knowledge of the language, he leaned in towards the teen's neck, giving it a kiss before speaking in English.

"Happy birthday, my sapling."

Ahhhhhhhh this was shorter than what I would have liked but I really wanted to update. Tell me if you liked it in the comments! Aaaaaaaand now for the cipher!

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