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"Get out!" Dipper screamed at the tall blonde demon in front of him. "Pinetree pl-"
"No! GET OUT NOW!" This was the last time Bill was going to hurt him. "Please Dipper." Bill pleaded tears threatening to show themselves. "I-I'm sorry."
"It's too late for that Bill." Dipper spat. He had never been angrier at anyone in his whole life. "I said get out!" Bill tried to reach out and cup the smaller boys face in his hands. Dipper swatted them aside, he didn't want any affection from Bill.
"Dipper..." Bill pleaded one last time as his hands flopped loosely by his sides, "I'm sorry..." No response from the boy other than the intense glare he had in his face. He tore his eyes away from Dippers furious face, and began stumbling towards the door.
Grabbing at the doorknob he twisted it and swung it inwards. He cast one last look at the boy in the blue hat. "Get. Out." Dipper said through gritted teeth. Bill didn't need to be told again. As tears began to spill over his cheeks he turned away and stumbled out the door.
He heard the door slam angrily behind him as he continued to trudge forlornly to nowhere in particular. Bill just kept walking, blinded by his tears. Branches smacked his face and clawed at his yellow sweater tearing small holes in it. A few of the branches would have knocked off his top hat if it wasn't hanging there by magic.
Bill's hair had fallen into his eyes and he made no attempt to brush it away. He kept his hand shoved firmly into the pockets of his black jeans, and continued to amble on without direction. He didn't care where he was going. He was just, going.
He trudged onwards, tears obscuring his vision and thoughts clouding his mind. Suddenly, Bill tripped over a root that was sticking up just enough for his black Converse to become lodged underneath it.
Bill tumbled down a small hill and slammed roughly into a tree at the bottom. Bill swore under his breath as he sat up on the forest floor. Leaning his back against the tree that he had fallen into.
He tilted his head back against the rough bark. More tears slid painfully down his cheeks. Bills eyes, usually black, fluctuated between blue, black, and red. His pupils turned red when he was angry, and blue when he was sad. They were rarely ever blue.
But the kept switching as thoughts tumbled aimlessly through his head. He was angry at himself for letting this happen. And sad because his beloved Pinetree now hated him. But the main emotion he could feel was the soul crushing emptiness of rejection.
"Why am I such an idiot?" Bill mumbled shaking his head as the seemingly bottomless tears continued their slow march down his sullen face. He tried to recall of the events leading up to their fight.
It was earlier that very day. Bill and Dipper were in town, looking for a new best for Dipper as he had ruined all of his. They decided that they had wanted drinks. As they walked to the gas station, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds that were providing much needed relief from the scorching heat of the summer sun.
"How about slushed instead?" Dipper had suggested. "Sounds great!" Bill had replied with a smile. "I'll buy 'em. You can go wait in the shade over there." Dipper pointed to the space in between the wall of the station and a neighboring building. The building was in just the right position to provide a marvelous area of cool refreshing sanctuary from the blazing heat.
"All righty Dippingsauce." Bill replied playfully winking at the younger boy. "Pssh!" Dipper brushed the teasing off, he didn't let anyone but his precious Bill call him stupid nicknames. Bill took a great deal of pleasure in taking advantage of this.
Bill stood in the shade of the building, leaning against the cool brick walls. He watched some other teens standing over by a tree, blasting a boom box while the old couple who owned the gas station nagged at them to turn it off.
"Hey there Bill." Said a voice to bills right. He glanced over at the voice. "Oh, hey Pacifica." Pacifica was a mutual friend. Appearntly, she had been one of Dipper's old love interest from his preteen years. They haven't been a thing since Dipper was 13. He was 16 now, and was currently in an almost relationship with Bill, it wasn't and official thing but Mabel gushed about it as if it were.
"What are you up to?" Pacifica asked batting her long eyelashes at Bill. Bill took no notice of the batting of eyes that was happening, he frankly didn't care. "Waiting out the heat I guess." Bill said shrugging.
"Well, it seems you may not be able to escape the heat there mister." Pacifica said smirking slightly and leaning in closer.
Bill gave her a confused look, "what do you mean?" She took a small step forward. "Well, you're already so hot."
"Woah, woah!" Bill said raising his arms up defensively "Chill out there Pacifica, I don't know what you think this is but it's not happeni-"
Bill was silenced as Pacifica pressed her lips to his. He tried to push her away, but she pushed forcefully back.
"Hey Bill, I got the..." Dipper never finished. All he saw was Bill, the person that he cares for more than anyone or anything in the world, with his lips on none other than Pacifica Northwest.
"What the hell?!" Dipper screamed, dropping both slushed to the ground. Bill saw Dipper and immediately shoves Pacifica away as hard as he could. She toppled backwards with a small shriek.
"No! Wait! Dipper it's not what it looks like!" Bill spluttered as Dipper turned and ran off.
"What on Earth were you doing with your lips all over Pacifica?!" Dipper screamed at Bill once they had returned to the Mystery Shack. Dipper had been yelling at Bill for quite some time now. After Bill caught up to Dipper, he had begun to scream at him.
No matter how many times Bill tried to plead his case, Dipper would not listen. And that's how he got to where he was now, alone on the ground in the woods.
"God... I'm so stupid." Bill muttered. He had let the light of his life blow away like a leaf in the wind. "What am I going to do now?" He had no where to go. Pacifica had ruined his life.
"No. You ruined your own life." Bill mumbled to himself. He had no one to talk to, and nothing else to do but let his own thoughts tumble in his head like roiling waves crashing into the rocky shore. He sat there, knees curled to his chest, tears spilling down his face like twin waterfalls, thinking of nothing but Dipper.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered to no one through his sobs as he buried his face into his big sleeves that were wrapped around his legs. "I'm sorry that I am an absolute idiot that can't seem to ever do anything right... I'm sorry that I can't do anything but hurt you. Im sorry that I'm useless. Im so sorry Dipper..."
"I-I'm sorry too."
Bill head shot up. Standing in front of him, was Bill's one and only treasure, Dipper Pines. Dipper had tear stains on his dirt splotched face. He had regretted making Bill leave as soon as he had slammed the oak door shut. Dipper had cried too. He thought about all of the horrid things he had said to the demon. And he cried.
Bill stares wide eyed, tears still driving down his scratches face, at the boy he had betrayed one too many times. "I... I..." Bill spluttered. He wanted to make things right. To pour out his entire being into the hands of this 16 year old human boy that he cared for so dearly.
Bill suddenly felt strong arms wrap around him and envelope him in a hug. "I love you Bill. I'm sorry." Those were the only words uttered between the two teens. They sat there in silence. An unspoken forgiveness between them.
Bill lifted his arms and returned a weak hug. He was tired from crying and sore from his tumble down the hill. "Im sorry Dipper... Im sorry that I don't deserve you. Im sorry that I can't help ruining everything. I'm sorry that I care too much..." Bill whispered. He was ashamed of himself for showing such weakness.
Dipper pulled away from the hug and cradled Bill's face in his hands as he wiped away a tear with his thumb.
"It's okay to cry sometimes..."