He drove him nuts.
That stupid summer worker, with his electric blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and a smirk what made him weak in the knees for some reason.
Dipper wasn't sure what to think of him, the boy that covered Wendy's shift while she was away with her family for the summer. He wasn't a normal guy; loud, obnoxious and a bit of a showboat, Bill was... well, interesting, for lack of a better word. And Dipper thinks that what drives him the nuttiest about, not counting all the other stuff.
Like the flirting. Why did he flirt with him all the time? Dipper liked girls. Not guys. And even if he did, Bill wasn't... his type, so to speak. Though, if that were the case, why did even so much as one passing glance from the blonde make his heart beat just a bit faster and cause butterflies to form in his stomach?
"Yo! Pine Tree!"
Dipper was pulled from his musing when Bill himself had parked himself right next to him at the counter. "Oh, hey." Bill grabbed a can of chips from the counter, tearing it open. Dipper sighed. "Stan doesn't want us eating the merchandise."
Bill scoffed. "The old man ain't here right now. I can do what I want." he pops a chip into his mouth, "Besides, not like he cares much."
Dipper sighs again, reaching for the bag and stealing one. "Guess your ri- OW!" his hand had been slapped, the chip falling on the counter.
"No eating the merchandise!" Stan exclaimed.
Annoyed, Dipper gestured to Bill, who had somehow eaten the whole bag and was opening another one. Stan had walked away at that point though and Dipper groaned. A soft chuckle came from beside him. Looking pointedly at the blonde, Dipper scowled. "You enjoy my pain, don't you?"
"Nah. Your reactions are just the most adorable thing ever."
Sighing, Dipper hung his head. What was up with this guy?
The day had passed in much the same way it always did, with Bill and Dipper working the gift shop, Bill flirting with Dipper non-stop, and Dipper himself questioning everything he thought he knew about his sexuality. So you know. Normal stuff for 17 year olds.
At some point, Bill had ate most of the snacks at the counter. Again. So Dipper restocked. Only to have them run out again about an hour later thanks to the blonde in question, at which point Dipper had scowled at him. Bill had looked at him with the usual smug expression. "What?" he asked.
"You're a jackass, that's what." he replied flatly.
"What?" Bill exclaimed, "Me? A jackass? You've got the wrong guy, Pine Tree."
Dipper, who was a solid inch and a half taller than Bill, glowered at him. He wanted to tell him he wasn't just a jackass, but a arrogant, showboat-y jackass. But instead he just huffed, spun on his heel and walked off.
Bill chuckles under his breath. Poor kid was hiding from who he was. He knew the brunet liked him, and Bill was pretty sure at this point he wanted him to be his. The problem was, though, that Dipper was so far in the closet that he didn't know he was even in there.
Though that'd all change soon. He was pretty sure of it, if what he had up his sleeve for tomorrow was any indication.