Falling for the Falls

The Morning After

Dipper felt the sunlight on his face and the birds chirping. Any other day this would be his usual alarm clock, but today it was the equality of hell. His head throbbed and his eyes burned. He rubbed the back of his head to make sure someone wasn't stabbing him back there repeatedly. This too was a bad idea, because moving felt like dying, touching felt like dying, everything felt like he was dying. Dipper had experienced this a couple of times before, but swore off drinking each time he woke up hungover. He was content with staying in bed all day to sleep this off when he felt another presence in the bed with him. Dipper froze as he wondered back to the night before, trying to remember what had happened. The only thing he could remember was Bill showing up and then him drinking... a lot of drinking. Slowly he peaked over the edge of the covers to see who was in the bed next to him. His stomach did a flip when he saw Bills golden hair brushing over his forehead. Frozen in fear he just stared at Bill. His blonde eye lashes where long and curled, his nose still had it's dusting of golden freckles, and his lips perched and gaping slightly. His jaw line was strong and defined, his whole face just looked like it was carved by angels, which didn't seem far to Dipper. Of course someone whose soul is as black as coal, gets to look like God's saving graces.

"Good morning, Pinetree." Bill spoke, without opening his eyes or moving. Dipper was startled to find that he was awake and immediately pushed the demon further cross the bed.

"Is that any way to treat your guest?" Bill hissed his words.

"You're not my guest, Bill! You're-" Dipper was immediately silenced by Bill's hand covering his mouth as he pointed over Dippers shoulder. Dipper slowly peaked over his shoulder to see Mabel and Pacifica passed out in the bed across the room from them as well. Dipper turned back to Bill, whose face was now far too close for comfort. Bill's hand slipped off of Dippers mouth and a grin slowly sprouted across Bill's face. He looked happy, but what sick twisted fuck was happy this early in then morning and while hungover? It made Dipper sick to think about what Dill meant by that smile.

"Take your medicine." The twisted smile still stuck on Bill's face.

"What medicine," Dipper whispered back to him. Bill pushed Dipper, rolling him back toward Mabel and Pacifica, where he saw a glass of water and two white pills sitting on his nightstand.

What kinda sick game is this? Will the pills kill me? Maybe they'll drug me? What's he planning?

"No games, Pinetree," Bill spoke without opening his eyes, again, "So take the damn medicine and go back to sleep," and with that the demon rolled back over, off his back, and facing the wall, taking back the left side of the bed.

Before he had time to think, his hand immediately threw the pills into his mouth, following it down with the glass of water. He snuggled himself back into bed and closed his eyes. A dark chill made its way down Dippers spin and with it, his free will resumed its place. Being controlled by Bill gave Dipper's whole body a sickening feeling, like it was being possessed all over again, but this time he was in his body; not merrily observing but feeling it's control.

"Am I going to die?" Dipper whispered his words, as to not wake up his sister or her girlfriend.

"No, Pinetree, now shut the fuck up." Bill rolled from the wall back to his back, no satanical smile was on his face. He almost looked sad or upset, which gave Dipper an oddly unsettling feeling. What is he planning?!

"Gawd, shut up and go to sleep!" Bill's yelling made Mabel and Pacifica stir a little, before settling back into their sleep. The fact that Bill could read Dippers mind was becoming more and more aggravating to Dipper. Dipper rolled over, as did Bill, their backs ever so slightly touching each other. It took a while, but Dipper slowly felt the soothing effects of the medication he was forced to take, and eventually faded off into a peaceful sleep.

Dipper woke up alone in his room, tangled in the covers of his now empty bed. He slowly got up, rubbing away the last throbs of pain in his head from his hangover. Dipper walked to the bathroom and began brushing the knots out of his hair and brushing his teeth, all while taking a shower, as Dipper was keen on multitasking. He finished cleaning himself up from last night and left the bathroom in a towel, making his way back to the bedroom. Upon entering his room he was hit with the overpowering smell of alcohol. They'd have to clean all the bed sheets and pillow cases and open the windows for the day just to get the now sickening smell out of their room. Dipper towel dried his hair and re-brushed it before getting dressed in a pair of faded out light blue jeans, a faded red tank top, a pair of black Converses, and his pine tree hat. His outfit made him look slightly washed out but he didn't mind because it was his favorite outfit, the one he wore when he was interpreting (alien) hieroglyphics inside the great pyramid of Khufu. His thoughts and memories were suddenly interrupted by a loud yell down stairs, belonging to his sister, "DIPPER, COME DOWN TO EAT BREAKFAST!"

Dipper made his way down stairs to find Grunkle Stan&Ford, Mabel, Pacifica, and Bill, sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by an assortment of breakfast items.

"There he is!" Stan laughed before cheering Dipper on. Dipper let out an embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, he hung his hat on his chair and sat down.

"That was quite a display you kids had going on last night," Ford laughed before taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's was bananas! Everyone's minds exploded from sheer awesomeness!" Mabel squealed before grabbing waffles off the food arrangement in the middle of the table and began drowning them in syrup. Dipper and the rest soon started digging in, filling their plates with eggs, bacon, grits, toast, and waffles as well. Bill glared at the food on the table before settling for some milk and cereal.

"Grunkles', to be completely honest, I don't remember much of last night at all," Dipper laughed nervously, before taking a bite out of his fluffy scrambled eggs. Everyone laughed, beginning a conversation on all the wild nights they've had and didn't remember until told about. They worked on finishing the tasty mountain of food prepared as they planned the rest of their days out loud, letting eveyone know where they'd be and who'd they be with.

"I've got work to do in the lab today and I've asked Stan to help me. I hope you don't mind, Dipper." Ford announced, looking at Dipper for an answer.

"That's fine, Grunkle Ford, but what's the work in the lab you have to do?" Dipper asked while finishing off his grits and toast.

"Their seems to be a strange amount of abnormality flooding Gravity Falls. It's sending the computers in a frenzy and I can't pinpoint the exact cause of it. It seems to be coming from the Mystery Shack, so my only guess is that some how the remains of the Universe Portal is setting off the weirdness radars. I just don't understand how that can be possible..." Dippers' Grunkles left the room and Dipper instantly looked over to Bill who had a tired, relaxed face as he leaned back in his chair.

How can he be so calm?! When Ford finds out about this, he'll kill Bill.

"We'll after last night, I'd say I'm indestructible!" Bill stood up and laughed, giving Dipper a sick, twisted feeling. Bill wasn't worried about Ford finding out.

"Come on, Pinetree, why don't you show me around this mystery town," Bill stated before walking out the front door with out waiting for Dipper.

"Hurry up, Dipper! Go have fun with your guy friend you never told me about!" Mabel winked at Dipper, which made him want to throw up. As if was all Dipper could think. Bill being in an incredibly attractive male body still wouldn't make him want to be anything closer to Bill than he already was; enemies.

Dipper took his and Bills dirty dishes to the sink before rushing outside to catch up with Bill who had already made it to the edge of the woods.

"Bill!..." Dipper gasped for air as he finally caught up with him, "Bill... Slow... Down!" Dipper bowed over as he tried to catch his breathe, his arm out stretched to touch a large pine tree, the other hand hold his upper body up on his knee.

"Let's go Pinetree, I wanna see the town I'm stuck in." Bill continued walking, his pacing slowing down greatly to accommodate for the increasing distance between him and Dipper. Dipper took in one last deep breathe before jogging forward, finally catch up fully with Bill, and slowed his pace to match Bills, still gasping for air.

"What... What h-happened last night?!" Dipper stared down Bill, who had a relax, cool composure for someone who was being hunted down by Ford and plotted against by Dipper.

"You really don't know?" Bill asked quietly, his feelings looking slightly hurt.

"What did you do?!" Dipper yelled, wreaking havoc in his hair with his hands.

"What did I do? Geez, kid, you don't remember anything do you?" Bill sighed, his eyes glowing blue as he turned to look at Dipper. "Since we're taking the long way to town, I just show you."

~ Last night ~

Dipper made his way back over to the bar where he ordered another beer, along with a shot of whiskey.

A strong hand slithered across Dippers back, giving him chills, as Bill sat back down beside Dipper.

"Keep drinking Dipper. I want you lose tonight." Bill laughed, "And in case you couldn't tell, that's not a request."

A shiver crept down Dipper's spine as he stared back at the reflection of himself in his beer mug. Sadness overcame his body and he threw back the beer, not finishing until he was done, then swapped his beer mug for the shot glass, throwing it back as well.

"Hey, kid, cheer up will ya? No one likes a sad drunk," Bill laughed demonically, sitting beside Dipper.

"Tell ya what, Pinetree, I'll drink every time you do!" Bill laughed, snapped his fingers, and a mug and shot appeared right in front of him, which he took without hesitation. His eyes squinted tightly, his faced twisted in weird places, "Wowzers! That burnss!" Bill burst into laughter at the pain.

"You're gonna regret that," Dipper genuinely laughed to himself for the first time in a long time.

"What are you talking about, kid?" Bill glared at Dipper, before motioning for the bar tender to bring them another round.

"The 'All Seeing Eye', the 'All-powerful Dream Demon', the 'Retina of Destruction', doesn't know the power of alcohol?" Dipper laughed again, as he picked up his beer and drunk with the demon.

"Of course I've heard of alcohol! You humans are weak and miserable creatures, so you become even weaker and more miserable by being intoxicated beyond repair," Bill stated proudly, puffing his chest out slightly, as he threw back his shot.

"But now you have a human body! You're about to be plastered before you even know it!" Dipper burst out laughing, taking another swig of his beer. It felt foreign to Dipper's body to laugh and it felt wrong to be laughing with the thing that had mentally screwed Dipper up for years.

"I can control this body, it doesn't control me!" Bill snapped back, a fire ignited in his eyes. A wine glass instantly appeared in front of him, which he took in his hand and glared at Dipper, over the rim of his glass.

A heated, bubbly feeling grew in the pit of Dipper's stomach, which he brushed off as just the liquor talking. Bill's sparkling, golden freckles shined in the lights of the party and Dipper wondered for a second how no one thought it was peculiar that a "normal human" had unearthly and hands down god-like features. His warm, dark skin made his golden hair and eyes pop, he had perfectly white, straight teeth, and a fit body with deeply defined muscles that fought against his well-tailored suit.

Dipper felt his body becoming lighter, his mind loosening, and all he could think about was how the demon sitting across from him was going to destroy him this summer.

Dipper's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar head of brown hair. He turned to see his sister Mabel sitting at the bar beside him, Pacifica stood behind her, wrapping her arms around Mabel's waist and resting her chin on Mabel's shoulder.

"So! Tall, dark, and handsome... Tell me again how you and Dipper meet," Pacifica studied Bill's face as if she knew he but couldn't remember him. Bill's secret would soon be found out, giving Dipper an unsatisfying feeling. How would he explain this to everyone and what would they do to Bill when they did find out. Bill spoke, pulling Dipper out of his tipsy thoughts.

"Oh, you mean that little sapling? We go wayyy~ back." Dipper snickered to himself, taking another sip from his wine.

"What he means is we've spent a lot of time together, working our way through college and studying ancient areas from around the world." Dipper tried hard to cover Bill's tracks, but they were both getting sloppy; probably from all the alcohol they have ingested. Dipper forgot how quickly this stuff can catch up to you on an empty stomach and pondered whether or not he should get some food for Bill and himself.

"Uh-huh. Well my girlfriend here isn't too satisfied with that answer," Pacifica answered back sharply.

Mabel looked as though Pacifia had told some dark secret, as her face flushed red and her eyes watered ever so slightly.

"Bro bro... I know we've grow apart lately, what with our different life styles and careers, but you've never hide anything like this from me, especially a boyfriend-"

Dippers face instantly flushed, as the thought of Bill Cipher being his boyfriend flooded his mind. Bill froze in place, his eyes widening with some unknown emotion, before he regained his composure.

"Wait, Dipper? My boyfriend? No ma'am, Shooting Star. That's a negative. Where just old college roommates. Don't take it personally, but Dipper probably~ didn't tellll~ you about me because of how we left things off. We haven't spoken in a while, see, I didn't something that just wrecked Dipper world. I'm surprised he's having anything to do with me even now, I was a horrible friend to him," Bill quickly covered their tracks. The notion that Bill acted like he couldn't possibly be Dipper's boyfirend made Dipper's blood boil. I'd be a great boyfriend you asshole! You're the undateable one, you homicidal psychotic space chip! Dipper calmed down enough to see Mabel also questionably staring down Bill. Oh no, she's figuring it out! She's putting it all together now because he called her-

"What did you call me?" Mabel asked Bill, Pacifica looking just as uncomfortable as Mabel.

"Shooting Star? Oh, cause of you're outfit! The star on your shirt," Bill pointed at her shirt, "and you're jewerly," Bill pointed at her necklace and earring which both incorporated stars.

"You know, I've meet a lot of lesbians, but you're just the most adorable couple I've ever meet!" Bill flashed a toothy grintheir way. This seemed to take their minds off whatever they where thinking, as the both relaxed a bit and ordered some wine.

"So if you're not dating Dipper, are you not gay?" Pacifica asked, nonchalantly, as thought this wasn't a rather personal topic. She of all people should know how hard it is to come out, since it took her forever to admit to her relationship with Mabel, one they kept secret from everyone.

"Oh no, honey, I'm far from straight-" Dipper choked on his beer at the mention of this, the idea of even dating at all was questionable, to say the least. "-It's not that I have a thing against labels, I'm just not quit sure of myself. What I find attractive is the brain, smarts, reallyy~. Just someone who can hold an intellectual conversation with me. But now don't get me wrong, I've got to like the way they look too, someone who really gets my motor running, if ya know what I'm saying." Bill laughed, talking another sip of his wine. Wow, egotistical much? Bill's not an asshole, he's just shallow. People are more than their looks or brains.

"Oh, I feel ya!" Pacifica laughed, reached behind her and giving Mabel a playful smack on the ass. Mabel instantly turned red, burying her face in Pacifica's neck. Pacifica planted soft, gentle kisses on Mabel's head, whispering sweet-nothing's into her partners ear.

"Bill, let's go get some food." Dipper grabbed Bill's wrist and began to lead him to the other side of the yard, across the dance floor, to the food table.

"Hey, hey! Easy, Pinetree, don't shake me up like that." Bill grabbed his head with his other hand to keep the room from spinning. Dipper stopped at the food table and turned around to find Bill stumbling right into him. Dipper caught himself on the table, his elbow almost tipping over the punch bowl, his other elbow slightly grazing the cupcakes laid out on the table. Bill fell into Dipper's chest, his hands sliding passed Dipper's waist and catching onto the table, some of his fingers on his right hand found their way into a bowl of chip dip. Bill was now pinning Dipper to the table, Bill had his head resting on Dipper's chest. A slight blush grazed Bill's face as he thought of the awkward position his drunkenness had left them in. He stood up straight, slightly tipping back and forth, as he grabbed a hand full of napkins and began cleaning his fingers of the dip. Dipper took a napkin too, also wiping off any icing or punch from his elbows.

"Just-t so you knowww, I'm Not shallow orrrr~ an asshole, it's just been a longg time since I've dated anyone." Bill spat his words, which were harsh and forced. Bill was officially drunk.

"Oh really? See, I thought you were an asshole because you tried destroying the world for fun!" Dipper was so mad he thought steam could be coming out of his ears. He thought this deal with Bill would include never ending torture, but this was a whole new level. It wasn't enough he had to constantly be worried about what Bill would do to him, or be sick on his stomach in anticipation, but now Bill was going to embarrass or humiliate Dipper's lack of dating and sexuality too?

"Hey kid, listen, we all do things we regret. You think I feel good about destroying my miserable planet?" Bill sighed slightly. "Sometimes, I wish I could just do it all over again you know? Yeah I hated everyone in my world, what with their small minds and small dreams. They didn't care about anything important, just a bunch of stupid-!" Bill stopped mid-sentence and let out a deep sigh, before anger took over his body, "I fucked up okay?! Look even if I did miss it, which I don't, I can't go back..." A sadness lingered in his eyes. For the first time since Dipper meet Bill, he felt a sick twisted sort of pity for the demon.

"Bill are you okay?" Dipper asked awkwardly, not knowing what he thought or felt for Bill any more.

"I'm fine!" Bill quickly stated, turning his back to Dipper.

Suddenly, their intense conversation was broken up by Mabel and Pacifica, who both seemed a little tipsy now.

"Hey you guys! You can't just leave us like that-" Mabel reached the table full of foods and instantly shoved a mini cupcake in her mouth. "-even if... it is for... sprinkle cupcakes!" She exclaimed between chewing, before eating another one.

"Slow down babe, you'll make yourself sick," Pacifica said wearisomely, rubbing Mabel's back as she tried to choke down another cupcake.

"He I've got an idea, babe! Let's go dance, huh?"

"That's perfect! Hey, Dipper, you guys got to come join us!" Mabel smiled with icing covering her lips.

"Sounds like fun~, I can't standdd being bored," Bill stated, grabbing Dippers arm and pulling him to the dance floor.

"Would you stop dancing with me? Why can't you find someone else to dance with?!" Dipper stated bitterly, avoiding eye contact with Bill. Bill brought Dipper closer in, his fingers intertwining with Dipper's, and his hand snaking it's way around Dipper's waist. "Do you really want me to dance with anyone else, Pinetree? I won't dance alone, so just shut up and follow my lead," Bill stated, some color rushing to his cheeks. They danced away in silence to song after song. Dipper was so tipsy he had completely zoned out, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. His body automatically continued dancing as he was lost in the music, his mind a million miles away from Bill or the party. Slowly, his thoughts came flooding back into his mind and he thought of a way to start a conversation with Bill that he would actually want to have.

"Bill... you said you have questions for me? What kind of questions?" Dipper felt Bill's hand loosen in his and the waltz-like dance they were doing got out of rhythm, Dipper's clumsy left feet tangled with Bill's and before he knew it, they where both on the ground tangled around each others arms and legs.

"Gessh, kid, you should be more careful!" Bill laughed, completely ignoring Dipper's question.

Bill helped Dipper to his feet but before they could say anything, a spot light appeared on Dipper and another across the dance floor appeared on Mabel who was dancing in Pacifica's arms. Mabel let out an excited shriek before making her way over to Dipper and tearing him out of Bill's arms. She lead him up on stage beside the DJ where the lights and sounds system was all set up, being followed by their spot lights the whole way.

They where greeted on stage by Grunkle Stan&Ford, who gave them a hug before Stan grabbed a mic.

"Hey you hoodlums! Listen up! It's been another year we've all been glad to have Dipper and Mabel come back to Gravity Falls and be here with us for the summer. I'd like to thank you all for coming out to welcome Dipper and Mabel back. It's midnight so me and Ford our going to bed, we're too old for this shit!" The crowd laughs before breaking into a round of applause for Dipper and Mabel. Even though no one talks about it, (thanks to "Never Mind All That Law") the towns folk still recognize the Pines family for saving the town. "But hey, really, ya got two more hours before ya got to go! And hey! No driving if your drunk ya ding-bats!" Grunkle Stan shook his fist and walked off the stage. Ford stepped up to the microphone and added, "If anyone needs to call an Uber, I've rigged the pay phone in the Mystery Shake so you can use it for free tonight," before walking off the stage to meet Stan who would've been outraged over the money he'd've lost if he wasn't worried about party goers becoming drunk drivers.

Mabel approached the microphone saying, "I think what they're trying to say is thanks for coming, be careful, and be gone by 2 am! Ya ain't got to go home, but you can't stay here!"

Dipper followed Mabel back off stage where he was greeted by some of the towns folks who wanted to thank them for all they did for the town.

Dipper caught Wendy's eye so he made his way over to her to talk.

"Hey, Wendy," he smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, man..." She smiled back, although she had that same "woe is me" look in her eyes.

"Wendy, look. I'm sorry things didn't work out for us-," Dipper started but was interrupted by Wendy, "Look man, it's not your fault, I get it, it's cool." The natural cool girl Dipper knew was becoming very flustered due to their never before talked about topic.

"No, Wendy, you don't get it. It is my fault. I knew okay? I knew, deep inside for a long time after that summer, that girls weren't for me. But I really did think I loved you and I really did want to see through what I started with you. I thought you where the exception. But I can't be who I'm not, not even for you. Even if, you deserve someone is one hundred percent into you, sexuality and all." Dipper said each word with care, trying not to break Wendy's heart any more than he already had.

Faint tears filled her eyes before she smiled and nodded, turning from Dipper and walking over to Robbie, who nodded at Dipper before throwing his arm over her back and walking off with her.

Dipper scanned the room for Bill and made his way over to the bar to drink with him.

"So, how's it feel being drunk?" Dipper laughed and Bill pulled his head off the bar and began drinking his wine again.

"What the hell is wrong with you humans?! My motor skills are trashed and I can't concentrate on anything! You people do this for fun?!"

"We do it to get rid of the pain," Dipper laughed at Bill before ordering another beer.

"What pain? These people where all happy when they go here! They were all just sooo proud of the Pines' twins for saving the world!" Bill snapped back at Dipper coldly, probably butt hurt over his failed plans of world domination.

"Listen up Bill, you're not the only demon haunting someone tonight. Whether they'd every admit it or not, every ones got their own inner demons their battling. Things like this, parties, they just give everyone an excuse to try and drown their demons for the night. That way they "have a good time" and pretend nothings wrong, but everyone here has been waiting for a chance like this to drink again."

"Not everyone's drinking, Pinetree. Besides, won't they just have to face the problems in the morning?"

"That's the thing Bill, our demons know how to swim, can't drown 'em. Just gonna have to roll back out of bed and fight them again in the morning. And no, not everyone's drinking, different people heed them off in different ways. Sure you could drink, but you could smoke or do drugs, eat abnormally, work out too much, or hurt yourself. That's kind of the worst part really. You can try so many different ways but none of it helps. And everyone judges everyone for how they try to, especially if you become addicted." Dipper sighed as he looked down into the bottom of his beer mug before ordering another drink.

"So how do you humans get rid of them?" Bill asked, legitimately interested in the conversation.

"You don't. You just... learn to live with them really. Just gotta dance with your demons, I guess."

"Hey, Pinetree? Do me a favor and stop drinking." Bill said, pushing his half empty wine class way from himself.

"Why?" Dipper asked, also sliding his beer away from himself.

"I can tell your vital signs with my demon eye, you've taken in a lot more alcohol than you think. You'll be plastered in thirty minutes." Bill sighed.

"Wow, Bill, thanks. Hey, look, I'm sorry you can't cure your drunkenness like you thought you'd be able too..."

"Don't worry about it kid... Hey, even demons have demons," Bill spoke slowly, his eyes hung low with sadness. Dipper didn't know why, but he felt pity for the triangle all over again, as the look of him tugged at his heart.

"Hey," Dipper smiled, as he slowly felt the effects of his alcohol changing from tipsy to drunk. It would only be a matter of time before he went from drunk to wasted.

"Let's go dance okay? We both deserve one good night before you ruin my life," Dipper laughed awkwardly.

"Yes... yeah I guess you're right, Pinetree," Bill sad weakly, with a half smile have frown drawn across his face.

Bill put his hand in Dipper's and was swung off into the bar stool on the dance floor. They laughed and fell and tripped and stumbled all over the dance floor, a sad drunken mess. They weren't alone though, Mabel, Pacifica, Wendy and her gang, Soos and Melody (who were not drunk at all), and Gideon had all joined them on the dance floor, dancing and acting like total fools. It wasn't long before Dipper almost passed out, leaving Bill to carry him upstairs while the rest of the party rocked on.

"Gee whiz, kid, you're heavy! What are you like ninety-five percent muscle?" Bill stated as he carried Dipper up the stairs, princess style.

"D-damn righttt, I am! And I can k-*hiccup*-kick your ass too, ya Space Dorito!" Dipper stated matter-of-factly.

"Gessh, Pinetree, and I thought I was drunk," Bill laughed as he made it to the top of the stairs, pushing the slightly opened door to Dipper&Mabel's room open with his foot.

"I'm n-not drunk, Mister Golden-Angel, you are!"

"What did you just say?!" Bill froze, still holding Dipper in his arms as he stood over his bed.

"I saidddd I'm not drunkkkk! Can't you hear? You're the one who's drunk!"

"Yeah, yeah, Pinetree, I gotchua. Just do me a favor, will ya? Keep it down, people are trying to sleep." With that being said, Bill tucked Dipper into the right side of the bed, so he'd be closer to Mabel. Bill climbed in beside him and laid on the left side, where he could rest against the cold wall of the room. Bill was just getting comfortable when he felt a pressure against he back. He looked over his shoulder to find Dipper curled up in a ball resting his face and knees on Bill.

"Hey kid, most humans drown or fight their demons, what are ya doing?"

"I'm t-tired of fightinggg, Bill~. Can't we just sleep for once?" Dipper spoke before letting out a huge yawn and with that, he was fast asleep.

"Sure, Pinetree." Bill turned back to face the wall and soon fell asleep, to the feeling of Dipper's warm, even breathing on his back.

~ Back to the Present ~

Of course Bill couldn't show Dipper all of what happened between them last night. Dipper wouldn't believe half of it, or would be furious about everything else that happened. As Bill relived the memory of what really happened, he showing Dipper a speed up version of what went on, leaving out the part where Dipper snuggled up to Bill's back.

"So we basically drank and danced and talked all night? Then you drug me up stairs so you could go to sleep?" Dipper asked, making sure he got everything right, since the vision Bill showed him happened so fast in his mind he couldn't make sense of it all that well.

"Of course, Pinetree what do you think happened? Look I got you drunk and spent the whole night laughing at you! Then I made you dance with me to embarrass you. Then I asked you all kinds of questions about the journals, to see what that ass-hat Ford wrote about me!" Bill lied as started walking towards town again.

"You humans are pathetic pieces of garbage and I'm going to burn this whole town down one day. Now why don't you do me a favor and hurry up?" Something about what Bill told him didn't seem right. For some reason, Dipper was expecting a more sweet or kind Bill. But that was too good to be true. Bill was just an insane, psychopath, incapable of having an remorse for any one but himself.

Dipper followed Bill as they made their way to town, trying hard to remember what had happened last night.

Hey you guys, sorry it's been so long, I've wrote and re-wrote this chapter over and over again, trying to make it perfect but...

Look, I could really use some feedback from you guys, I'm trying to make this story really flow, and I want Billdip to work slowly and build up this relationship. I really hate when they just magically fall in love, and it's hard to bring these two together, especially since they technically hate each other and both tried to kill each other and one of them has haunted the other one for nine years *coughBILLcough*.

Anyways, please let me know what you think? Any grammar issues? More importantly are they going to slow/too fast? I want to keep you interested, but want to keep the suspense. I finally decided on Dipper forgetting about what happened last night, at least for now, so that they would have to rebuild the connection they made. It seemed too fast but I wanted to give yall a little Billdip fluff. Again, please review or message me and let me know what you think! Also if you know anyone who is a Billdip fan please show them to my story, thanks!~