AN: Well, writing a chapter a day. Looking at my usual update schedule makes it seem a bit impossible but! I've started and I love billdip, so here's chapter one of seven - A Day on the Beach.

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"Bill, you idiot, what did I tell you?" Dipper quickly sprayed disinfectant spray, glancing up to see if he was hurting the other. All he got was a pout and hunched shoulders.

"Don't run too fast in the sand..."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm still not used to being in a human body," Bill muttered, looking to the side so he didn't have to look into Dippers' eyes.

Dipper sighed again, glaring up from his kneeling position once in a while. "You're an idiot. People strew broken bottles everywhere on the beach, not to mention sharp sea shells could naturally just out of the sand or whatever! And you - you just... guitar-solo-slide? On your knees into the damn ocean? Are you insane?!"

Bill winced. "Pinetree, I already apologized, stop yelling. Plus you know that I find pain absolutely hilarious. I'm fine."

Dipper frowned as he finally finished wrapping gauze around his boyfriends' knee. He gave it a gentle peck before saying, "Yeah, well I don't. Find it hilarious, I mean. I don't like seeing you getting hurt Bill, I love you too much." He looked up only to see Bills' red face. Dipper flushed, snapping out, "What?".

"Nothing, you're just never this sweet. I should be a damsel in distress more often, huh?"

Dipper blushed harder, even as a lopsided grin stretched over his face. "If you want me to take care of you, you just have to ask."

He was promptly kicked in the gut by a flustered Bill, shouting that "it was a joke you cheesy bastard!"