Dipper Pines wasn't ordinary 14-year-old. He was tall, thin, pale, ladylike looking (body shape - without girly breasts btw) and with a weird birthmark of Big Dipper on his forehead. And he was homosexual. But all of that would be normal (it's rare but not unexisting) if Dipper would know how to handle things. He was... having problems. Big problems.

Each day in school like was hell to him. Other kids were making fun of him because of his appearance (y'know long legs, thin girlylike figure, pale skin etc.) and called him "Lady" or "Lady boy" and names like that. And it wouldn't be a first time if they would beat Dipper up just for being gay. Dipper tried not to listen to them but "dark thoughts" were visiting him more often each day although he tried to push them away.

But one day he and Mabel got a fight. A real fight I mean. They were pulling each other's hair, screaming and shouting and so on. And Mabel said things to Dipper that no-one would even thought about her to say. Dipper felt tears in his eyes.

"I HATE YOU, YOU... YOU... UGH! YOU GAY!" Mabel shouted at him and finally broke thin walls of Dipper's heart (what remained of it at least).

Without another word Dipper ran out of the room in tears, leaving Mabel alone. This all was too much. Nobody cared for him. He was a freak.

Loser...

Gay...

Nerd...

Weakling...

Useless...

Dipper tried to push these thoughts away but they were staying and not leaving.

Who even needs him?

Mom, dad, Mabel, Ford, Stan, Wendy...

He would be more useful in grave than now...

Yeah nobody would even noticed if he died.

Like they care... Like they'll miss him...

He doesn't matter... Nothing matters... He cannot face another day like that...

Mrs. Pines just came home from job and her senses told her something's wrong. Did I forgot something? No I think not. Did kids fight again? Probably.

Suddenly a scream of pain came from bathroom. It was Dipper. Bianca almost learnt how to fly on her way to bathroom. But doors were locked. Without hesitating she rushed to her room and took a ring with all keys for all doors out of her drawer. She quickly unlocked the doors and the ring fell on the ground as she gasped at the scene inside.

Dipper was sitting in bathtub, completely bare, his dad's Swiss knife in hand and bleeding upper arm. Teen froze from shock and fear. Bianca knew she had to do something but she has to move carefully or Dipper will hurt himself further. Her eyes softened and she came closer, slowly, step by step. She sensed fear so she said with calm and soft voice.

"Dipper... don't be afraid... I'm your mom, you can trust me... please..."

Dipper was still in shock. 'Trust no one trust no one trust no one...' he kept telling himself. But he couldn't look away from those equal brown eyes like his. Bianca's expression was pleading one and her eyes were speaking words instead of her mouth.

"... Please..." she whispered and held out her hand.

Dipper didn't want to give her a knife but her worried expression was too much to fight. He gave her a knife and in few seconds it flew down the hallway. Now that her son was not in danger any longer, Bianca helped Dipper out of bathtub and into her room.

She made a fire in fireplace and covered Dipper with warm towels. Then she took first aid kit and looked at the wound. It was deep but it won't need to be stitched, the main veins also untouched. She carefully bandaged it and get Dipper into fresh pair of pajamas abd ordered him to lay down into her bed and covered him with her blanket. Then she left and returned with two cups of hot chocolate and gave one to Dipper.

Few more minutes passed as they were sipping their mugs of chocolate.

"Dipper," Bianca started and teen looked down.

"I'm sorry mom..." he apologized, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Dipper why would you even think about something like that? Is something wrong?" she asked although she knew it is.

"No..." Dipper lied, but he knew it was pointless. "Yes..."

"What is it?"

Teen didn't answer right away but waited few more moments. He took another sip then spoke.

"I... I just feel so... unwanted... I mean... I feel so alone..." he said on the edge of tears. "I have no friends at all... Mabel always take all attention on herself and I... I stay without. She's awesome and all but...-"

"- you are always left in her shadow?"

"Yeah...''

Bianca smiled. "You know, I have an older sister too. Great person no doubt. But in middle school AND high school she was a legend. She was one of those 'cool kids', she was talented in everything. And I was just a nerd girl with glasses and braces. I loved supernatural and these things (I still do though). But all attention was on Alana. They knew me just as a 'Legend's nerd lil' sis' or just 'Nerd girl'. I was the best in class but-"

"Nobody noticed because of your sibling who is so damn popular?" Dipper finished and small crack of smile found its way on his lips.

Bianca chuckled. "Yeah"

"I know the feeling," Dipper said and smile faded from his lips.

"Dipper what's wrong?" Bianca demanded an answer.

Dipper hugged his knees and hid his head. Quiet sobs were heard and Mrs. Pines sighed. She placed her hand on his shoulder wich was shaking lightly.

''Don't be afraid Dipper," she said softly.

Teen boy looked at her, his eyes red from tears that were running down his cheeks.

"O-other k-kids are m-m-aking fun of me," he said. "They are-e m-mean a-and I don't k-know how to hand-le it a-any-m-more..." New round of tears came. "I-I'm so-sorry mom," he cried, "I d-didn't want t-to cut m-myself but..."

He couldn't continue. Bianca was looking at him. She wasn't angry. More sad and confused.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she asked.

"I didn't want to bother you..."

"Dipper," Bianca said. "Telling me about your problems is not something that would make my life any harder. It's my JOB to listen to you and do everything to help you. There is no shame in asking for help."

"I-I know... B-but I was just so afraid..." Dipper sobbed. "They even beats me up time to time...''

And he busted into tears again. Bianca was worried. Dipper thanks to heaven wasn't badly injuried. But being beaten up wasn't good.

"Why?"

Dipper looked at her with his teary eyes. He knew he have to tell her. There was no going back now.

"M-mom? Would you still love me i-if I-I tell you t-that-t I-I... like... boys...?"

The moment he said it he looked away. Bit Bianca didn't. Her son was a gay, so what. And those kids keep on picking on him BECAUSE OF THAT? Because he's a homosexual? Oh these kids found wrong victim to play with. Mommy cat won't let her babies to be toy with.

"Dipper, what kind of question is that?" she asked. "Do you think I'll throw you out because you like boys instead of girls?"

Dipper didn't turn to look at her or answer. His mother sighed and placed her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her.

"Dipper I carried you for more than nine months, I am watching you grow up from the day you came to this world. I was there when you said your first word, when you made your first steps, when you went into school for the first time... I'm with you since you can remember. And you being gay won't change that. It's who you are Dipper, it's a part of you. Do you think I'll suddenly start to hate you because of that? You are my my son. And nothing -NOTHING - will ever change that. Remember who you are. Understand?"

Dipper nodded lightly.

"Good. Because I don't want you to believe anyone who says otherwise."

Dipper looked down for few moments. But suddenly she was hugged so quickly that she forgot to breathe at first. But she relaxed and returned the embrace.

"I've met lots of people..." he said crying again. "...But you're the bes mom the world ever had."

Bianca froze for a moment as teats started to run down her pale cheeks like Dipper's. But she let them go and she smiled.

"I love you..." Dipper whispered.

"I love you too..." Bianca answered. "I love you too..."

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A naoidhean bhig, cluin mo ghut

Mise ri d'thaobh, o mhaighdean bhan

Ar righin óg, fas as faich

Do thir, dileas fhein

A ghrian a's ghealaich, stuir sinn

Gu uair ar cilu s as gloire

Naoidhean bhig, ar righin óg

Mhaighdean uasal bhan.