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'That's it!' - was first thing Dipper Pines thought when his drunk boyfriend passed out on 'their' bed. He'd laugh if not fact that bastard might wake up if he does. Instead he silently packed his things and after checking twice if he hadn't left anything left his keys on bed and left.

Walking out with two suitcases he felt strangely free. For first time since they started dating he could go wherever he wanted without telling this douche what, where and with him he'll be doing…

Now he let himself laugh. He liked this feeling. Guys by apartments reception looked at him and nodded, ignoring his laugh and black eye. Things like this were happening pretty often.

With wide smile he waved them goodbye and walked to his own car parked as close to door as he could. After throwing his bags in he happily drove off, as far from this place as he could, namely his new apartment in closed neighbourhood with really tight security.

By the gate he got to show his card to guard – Soos, as his identificator said. "Welcome." the man smiled giving him his keys. Dipper smiled back and thanked him taking card and the keys.

Then, still smiling he could drive on to his new house.

It was not all that big, modern home with one bedroom and really small garden. Letting out content sigh Dipper took his bags out of the car and to the house. Leaving them inside he ran back out and drove his car back to garages by the gate.

On his way back he waved to the guard. He was just so happy to be finally free.

He wasn't surprised seeing no one around, it was 11AM after all, most people are usually working at this time. Back at home Dipper carried his things upstairs to unpack later and checked his kitchen. Empty. Too tired to go anywhere he just ordered some pizza and send Mabel good news.

Not feeling like unpacking just yet, Dipper sat down and watched some TV. A short, too short for pizza, while he heard doorbell. Wondering who it is he carefully walked to the door and looked outside trough the visor.

On his doorstep stood really tall, blonde man in black jeans, yellow baggy hoodie and black T-shirt with red word "LIES!" on front. He instantly recognised him as Bill Cipher. An eccentric CEO of electronics company. He heard that guy lives nearby but didn't expect to meet him. Not that fast.

Shaking a little he opened the door. "Hello neighbour!" blonde was almost shouting…

"Hi..." Dipper felt a bit overwhelmed with this beaming smile and golden eyes drilling right trough him.

"Bill. Bill Cipher. I live there." he smiled pointing a house next to brunettes and offering him a hand shake.

"Dipper Pines" was response along with shake. Well, it wasn't as bad as according to rumours.

"I think you should do something about that eye of yours." blonde noted moving closer.

Dipper laughed taking a small step back. "You're right… I guess…" He would have done it already if he had anything in his damn house, which he didn't.

"I guess you just moved in and have no bandages and such." Bill smirked backing off. "I'll be back in five minute." and was gone as fast as he finished.

Dipper wasn't sure what to do. Stand there and wait for him or go inside and sit… He was saved from decision making by pizza guy coming with security guy – Soos. Seeing them he ran in to find his wallet.

Bill returned just as the pizza guy left. Carrying a first aid kit, beaming smile and thermos. "I'm back!" Somehow he made Dipper feel even better than moving out from Tyrone… "Pizza? I love Pizza!" blonde smiled wider seeing the box.

In just a couple of minutes Dippers' eye was hidden behind bandages after getting cleaned and smeared with something. Bill really knew how to do it. And all the rumors of him being a nasty piece of selfish shit were nothing more but stories.

Hour later pizza and Bill's tea were gone and two were talking like old friends, But still, Dipper kept ex-boyfriend and run away thing a secret. They would have talked longer if Bill hadn't looked at the clock.

"What time is it?!" Blonde screeched standing up.

"4PM." Dipper said.

Bill groaned. He didn't look particularly happy. "I have to work. But I'll see you again." he smiled digging trough his pockets.

"Here." Dipper handed him small card – his business card.

"A therapist?" Bill raised one brow. "Some of my business partners say I need to see one… maybe I will" he smiled pocketing it and giving hos own to Dipper. Brunette wasn't surprised seeing 'Cipher Electronics Co.', anyone living in this city would.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow, then." Bill said leaving with wide smile.

And he did. Literally everyday he dropped by for tea and they talked. Dipper grew to really like those visits. Bill really liked to listen about Dipper who on his side preferred to listen to others. He just saw his own life as boring and… well tragic in a way. He didn't like talking about himself.

Listening to Bill talk Dipper noticed some things. One Bill didn't seem to like his work much, well at least people he works with. And his voice sounded different when he was angry. And that Angry Bill looked more natural than happy Bill. This could come from all the news showing Bill as angry, selfish, self-centered millionaire.

At least that was what Dipper wanted to believe in…

Bill had not only mysterious personality but also tons of secrets. Like his house. Whenever Dipper wanted to invite him, blonde said it was messy. After two weeks Dipper gave up on the idea o visiting him.

Month after moving in Dipper felt great. His everyday routine was peaceful and he didn't have to hide bruises… He really liked it. But he wasn't lucky. He never was.

After perfectly peaceful month, one beautiful sunny day he heard loud knock. Thinking it's Bill, he walk slowly and opened.

The moment his eyes met far too familiar, darker brown he knew it was a bad idea. A really bad idea…

"Hello Dipper, darling..." wide smile he was still seeing in his nightmares.

"Tyrone…?"

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