A/N: SO SORRY. this was meant to be a one chapter one shot but the ending got cut off? Anyway, Here's the ending sorry for the wait! The whole story is on AO3, as well.
Something shrieked in the distance of the movie or maybe scuttled in the foreground and it was genuinely frightening. Dipper grabbed Norman's arm, as if he was going to pull him away from the danger. Once it was gone his grip loosened. Norman looked over at him, dipper tightened his grip again. "Are you scared?" Norman asked, always so sincere.
"No." Dipper avoided eye contact, he might hypnotize me again, he thought but he didn't know why he didn't want to let go.
"It is a pretty scary movie, we can change it."
Dipper looked over now, "No. I -" There were those eyes again, that color was magical. It might have just been the light from the television that made them glow. But, then why did they hold this grip on him? What mysteries did they hold? And why was this all starting to sound like poetry? Dipper realized what was so mysterious about Norman's eyes and suddenly felt like they were sitting too close. He was invading Norman's space and suddenly it was hard to look him in the eye. "I like this movie."
"It is good. It's not too often a scary movie is actually scary. Thats why I like it." Norman was so comfortable with this.
"I like that they didn't over do special effects." It was so easy for Dipper to talk to Norman.
"Darkness and 35 mm film can do so much."
"If they had a better budget they couldn't have done better, really." Dipper wasn't even sure Norman realized how easy to talk to he was.
"The sound effects are perfect," Norman added with a mouthful of popcorn, "so eerie."
Dipper laughed, "Or they would be if you didn't drown them out crunching popcorn."
Norman looked over at him again, intimately close and crunched his popcorn loudly in his open mouth. But, the intimacy wasn't uncomfortable, and the silences weren't awkward.
What was awkward was when Dipper blurted out, "I like you."
But, Norman just laughed with a mouth full of popcorn. Dipper hoped he hadn't heard, or more likely, he just thought he was glad to have a friend around. That was probably what he thought Dipper meant. Dipper wasn't even sure why he said that. He had only just realized it. He was lost in his thought for the briefest of moments but was pulled free of his over analyzations by a touch on his hand, and those electrified blue eyes looking straight at him.
"I like you too, Dipper."
And they both looked down nervously, at their hands. This was not a mere admission of friendship. Dipper was pretty sure his hand was shaking as he lifted it up and knit their fingers together. Norman leaned in a little closer. Their eyes never had a hard time finding each others before. Now they felt unsure of themselves. Norman could only seem to find Dipper's mouth to look at occasionally. Where Dipper would normally take a moment to psych himself up to the task he plunged in. Not a headfirst dive but, not exactly dipping his toes in the water, he went for Norman's slightly open mouth. He missed a little but that was overshadowed by the feeling going inside his chest. Norman corrected him with his jaw. Dipper lost consciousness inside Norman's mouth. An occasional brush of tongue against teeth; tongue on lips; lips on tongue on skin. Dipper's mouth was the only part of his body he was aware of until Norman slipped away. Then there were suddenly all these other parts, eyes, shoulders, knees and . . . hands still holding each other.