A/N: Because I have suddenly fallen in love with this shipping, I shall now ship it myself. I should really stop making new stories and focus on the ones I have... but oh well!

Heads up guys- this week, er... month... I'm gonna do freebie updating. In other words I will not be updating my stories in the order they come in; I'll be updating whichever ones I want in any order I like! Enjoy!

Dipper slowly walked through the forest, careful not to trip while reading his journal. He leafed through the pages, his thumb grazing over the edges of the yellowing paper until he found the page he wanted.

Whispering Trees-

Known to talk amongst themselves only, these trees are found deep in the forest surrounding the cliffs. When provoked, they speak and interact. Some use their branches as arms that move, other simply just have a mouth and eyes.

They don't speak loudly, for their voices are quiet and hard to hear, hence 'whispering.'

The trees are not dangerous unless they feel threatened (which isn't hard since they are easily spooked) but they tend to be good-natured and friendly.

Dipper bit his lower lip as he closed the journal and tucked it in his vest.

Spooked easily? Hopefully he wouldn't come off as a threat in any way, for he really only wanted to meet them.

He mulled it over, inspecting himself to see if he looked 'intimidating.' He didn't think he did, he just looked like a normal young boy.

But had they seen a boy before?

Dipper decided not to worry about it too much; the trees probably only got scared by axes or stuff that could injure them.

Soon the cliffs were in sight, and he began to look over the trunks of the towering pine trees, searching for anything unusual.

At last, he found a tree with the faint outline of a face. An easy smile and two closed eyes were carved out in the wood.

He gently tapped the bark, guessing that the tree was asleep.

"Hello?" He called to it. After a few seconds, he'd given up on it waking up, and stepped away. But when it's eyes flickered open, dazed from sleep, he jumped forward to greet it.

"Yes?" It asked, it's voice low and calm.

"Hello, my name is Dipper," he said politely,"I've been so excited to meet you!"

The tree's lazy grin grew larger. "Really? I thought all the humans forgot about us!"

Dipper chuckled. "Well, some special people remember- Wait, you've seen people before?"

The tree laughed in return. "Of course, boy! We're enchanted beings that are thousands of years old! We've definitely met some people along the way!"

Dipper nodded in amusement. "Who did you meet?"

"Well, I'd say the ones most worthy of talking about were the Indians that used to live around here. They'd always share story-telling sessions with us, and play and live with us. We were the best of friends, since the Tribe always tried to be one with nature. One young girl once made me a necklace..." The tree explained, shifting one of his thick branches down in front of Dipper. There, wrapped around the branch was necklace of rocks. Rocks with holes that were connected by thread.

He could tell it meant a lot to the tree, for he'd kept it with him all these years.

"It's beautiful," Dipper said in awe. He had gotten comfortable on the ground to listen to the tree.

"It was an apology gift. One of the neighboring tribes raided their village and took over for quite a while. This tribe wasn't quite as nice and respectful of nature as the other. They chopped us down for wood and tore up all the land they could to farm and build. They plagued the water with the blood of the things they killed, and all was terrible. They never thought twice about what they did; they didn't believe that the earth was a living thing just like them, and that it shouldn't be claimed and treated poorly."

Dipper frowned. "That's awful..."

The tree 'nodded.' He gave a short look of sadness before continuing.

"But then the day came when the enslaved tribe rose up against their captors, and chased them out and away. They did their best to replenish their surroundings, by planting trees and flowers and helping the animals recover. They came to us with many gifts- one for each tree -as a way to say sorry. My gift was this necklace that the girl had spent days making. She told me that it was her fault for not doing the right thing in the first place by rebelling, but I forgave her and accepted her apology."

Dipper admired the necklace silently, staring at the elaborate handiwork shown in the craft. It was impressive how smooth and shapely it was, considering when it was made.

"That's an amazing story..." Dipper praised, standing up and brushing off his shorts. "I'd love to hear more. But I really need to get home now; it's getting dark. God knows I shouldn't be in these woods at night. Can I come back tomorrow?"

"Of course! Now hurry along, before the bad things come out," the tree warned.

Dipper nodded before heading off.

There he was. Walking quickly to home, a lop-sided grin plastered on his face.

His hair was getting quite long now, he'd noticed that. Now it was waving gently onto his neck as he walked. His bangs reached to his eyes from where they hung from the brim of his hat. He looked adorable with his shaggy brown hair.

Ah, his sweet little Pine Tree...

Bill hovered above him, watching intently as Dipper continued to the Shack. He'd grown a strange liking to the boy, for he now watched over him more than ever. He didn't know exactly why, (despite all the things he knew) but he found him so... amusing. His amusement turned to fondness- not loving, only interest -and now he shadowed him on every mystery hunt and adventure he went on.

Bill had so much knowledge inside him, so many secrets, stories, and tales that it'd make a human's head explode. So his mind was usually a blur. Always trying to protect secrets, figure out more, and stalk suspicious people really took a toll on him.

But when he watched Dipper, his mind went blank. Watching him was like a break, relief. It was so easy to just stare at the way he worked, how he did things and how he acted. It didn't require him to do anything but look on, and he found that blissful.

He'd been getting bored of stalking him, though. All this watching made him crave interaction between him and Pine Tree. In addition, he'd been making something just for this. When it was ready, and the time was right, he'd get to talk to his favorite human once more. But for now, he'd wait.

A/N: So if you can't understand my writing, I'll clear it up for you.

-The tree is foreshadowing something, *wink wink*.

-Bill doesn't love Dipper (yet) he just finds him genuinely interesting. Well, he probably does have a small crush on him but he just doesn't realize it now. Oh, soon...

-Bill can't wait to show Dipper what he made...

Eee! I love this! I'm so excited for the romance and all that! I've never done boy x boy before!

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~Unique Pines