A/N Here's just a short one-shot that popped into my head :) I didn't really feel like writing on my other story so I just made this. Hope you like it!

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Rating: K+

"Come on Waddles.. I know you wanted that apple, but it wasn't yours! You have to accept that you can not always get what you want. Now keep on walking please.." Waddles still isn't moving and I take a deep breath. "You have three seconds, or I'll leave without you. One... Two... Two and a half.. Don't make me do this Waddles. Three." Mabel stands up and walks straight forward, not seeing that there's someone right in front of her and falls right on a stranger. But it's not just a stranger, it's a very handsome stranger. Wow, he's even more beautiful than Gerald the Werewolf! Those eyes are amazing! Well eye, why is he wearing an eyepatch on his right eye? Well Grunkle Stan does the same sometimes.. And his golden-blond locks are messy, but it suits him really well.. Mabel starts blushing. And that hat and bow tie make him look soo classy. Wait, wha-

"Hello, shooting star." He whispers into my ear.

"G-get away from m-me!" I stutter. Why do I never meet a normal guy. I mean: first the gnomes, then Gideon - ugh, only that name already makes me shiver- then those vampire guys, then Mermando, and now Bill?!

"Why? I've never done anything horrible to you." Bill says, with an innocent expression on his face.

"You tried to kill me Bill." I snap.

"Well, we all make mistakes.. I mean, how could I know you would become soo handsome. You're even more beautiful than Gerald the Werewolf!" He says being sarcastic.

"Of course.. You read my mind." I roll my eyes, hoping that Bill would notice. He does.

"Why wouldn't I? I like to know what other people think of me." he starts smirking.

"Well I think you're a narcissistic, awful, terrible, but -unfortunately- good-looking person."

"I can live with that. But now we're talking anyway, I want to tell you something that I should have said a long time ago." The smirk on his face disappears and a blush appears. "I like you Shooting Star. I just never had the guts to say it. And every time I showed up, you blew me off."

"You're a demon. You don't like me. And if you do, I don't believe you. You can't just try to murder someone, and then say you like her."

"What do I have to do then?"

"I don't know.. Come up with something yourself."

"Oh I know something.." Bill gently presses his lips against hers.