Author's Note- This story has been clawing at my mind for a while now. It's a little ooc, but… you'll see.

Mabel's POV

I'm running.

It's dark, the dead of night, and I'm running. My own life isn't in any danger, no, I'm safe. That only makes this more important. They have Him. Dipper, Stan, Soos, Wendy, Stanly, Pacifica, Robbie, Gideon, and McGucket. They need me to finish the circle, but I won't do it! I can't.

I love him.

His name is William Sloan, but you would know him as Bill Cipher.

I awaken with a jolt. The dream again. Always the same dream. It happened at least twice a week, ever since we all went into Stan's mind when I was twelve.

Three years ago.

Dipper has no clue about the dream. He has grown up good-looking, I'll give him that. All my friends are into him. Honestly, you would hardly recognize him if not for the hat, which he still wears every day. Oh, well, I still have my old favorite shooting star sweater. Aside from that, however, my wardrobe has changed a little bit. I still knit my own sweaters, but I usually put writing on them.

Anyway, we just got back to the mystery shack yesterday. Still working on that epic summer romance thing. Maybe I'll start today.

Bill's POV

I watch as she wakes up, frightened. I saw the dream, but it was just she, running, nothing chasing her. What was so frightening about that? I guess that's just one more part of the mystery that is Maybelline Pines.

I know that everyone thinks her brother is the mysterious one, but a peek in his mind clears up every detail instantly. Mabel… I can't figure her out. Her mind is a mess of wild, crazy ideas and bright colors obscuring one of the most complex, intelligent minds I have ever encountered from sight.

It is highly attractive.

She's dangerous though. I keep making mistakes with her. I tricked her brother easily, time and time again, and she was always my downfall. I kept underestimating her, falling for the façade, and messing up in general. This year would be different, though. This year, I had a plan.

Mabel was, yes, for all her mystery, truly boy-crazy. As luck would have it, my human form was that of a fifteen-year-old boy. I'm pretty handsome if I do say so myself. Well, aside from he eye patch, but even that, I think, just adds a touch of darkness to my look.

She was going to love it.

Mabel's POV

I'm working at the counter when he comes in. He has on a bright yellow tailcoat, and a black top hat. Yellow pants, black boots, and an eye patch completed the outfit. He has shaggy blond hair and a lean, but muscular form. He is very tall and has a slight smirk, making him look very cocky.

Wow. He's hot.

"Hello, beautiful," he says with a grin. I glance around the shop, but no one else is here. "Yeah, you," he says.

"I'm Mabel," I say with a grin.

"I'm just going to call you the girl of my dreams," he tells me. I giggle. He stole my line.

"And you are?"

"Sloan. William Sloan."

"Well, Sloan William Sloan, are you a newcomer to Gravity Falls?" I ask.

"Ha! Not quite, Shooting Star." Wait, what? He seems to notice my confusion, because he says, "Your sweater." Oh. I blush.

"Sorry, it's just, there's someone else who calls me that. I was…" I shake my head. "Sorry."

"No problem," he smiles cockily. "So, dinner or a movie with me tomorrow night?"

"Movie. I'll buy popcorn," I offer.

"Nope, not happening. I'm paying." He raises an eyebrow. "Wouldn't want to have you spend all your hard-earned cash on something as trivial as popcorn."

Is this happening? Is this actually happening? I pinch myself.

"Ow!"

"What is it?" he looks concerned.

"Nothing, just banged my knee on a drawer," I lie. "So, can I have your number?"

"Don't have one. Don't worry, I'll contact you."

And with that, he touches my face, lifts my head up, and kisses me briefly, before leaving.

Bill's POV

Why did I give her that name? The name I left in the dust, years and years ago. My stupid human name.

At least she didn't recognize me. That would have been a disaster. I should have gotten new clothes sooner.

I'm at the Gravity Falls mall. So far, I have a bunch of yellow shirts and pairs of black jeans. Also, a pair of sneakers. Yellow sneakers.

I quickly zap some cash into my pocket and pay for the clothing. Then, I zap the clothes on. The eye patch, however, stays. No one wants to see what's underneath.

Mabel's POV

I talk to Dipper later that day.

"I met someone," I say.

"Again?" he asks, sounding exhausted. "Mabel, you 'meet someone' every other day."

"This guy came into the store in coattails and an eye patch, called me beautiful and the girl of is dreams, asked me to the movies, and refused my offer to pay for popcorn, saying he wouldn't want me to 'spend my hard-earned cash on something as trivial as popcorn.' That's a quote."

Dipper raises one eyebrow. "You sure he was real, and not in one of your movies?"

"Definitely," I say, blushing at the memory. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night!