A/N: Ahhh, thank you all the people who said nice things on here and on tumblr. Already this has gotten more views then I hoped it would get. Anyway, heres chapter two. Sorry for the short length, but because these chapters are pretty short the chapter updates are going to be pretty frequent. At least a few a week, hopefully.
Throughout the day, Dipper had many more run-ins with the boy in yellow. At one point, he learned the boy's name was Bill. The name didn't seem to fit him. It sounded like an old man's name, not the name of a creepy, attractive, probably dangerous boy obsessed with the color yellow.
Dipper also learned something else about Bill. That he liked to stare. Dipper would catch him staring at him multiple times throughout the morning. Each time the two made eye contact Bill would smirk, leaving Dipper feeling confused, angry, and embarrassed.
Soon though, it was time for lunch. Dipper made his way to the front doors of the cafeteria, the location he and Mabel had decided they were going to meet at. She was already standing there, clearly visible from down the hall because of her light up rainbow sweater. She was standing with two girls he didn't recognize. Probably her new friends. It was no surprise that she had already met people. Mabel was friendly and generally got along well with everyone, unlike Dipper who usually wasn't as social. He was a little upset he hadn't met anyone so far today. Well, he did meet someone, but no one friend worthy.
When he had closed more distance between him and his sister, he gave her a little wave. She returned the wave by jumping up into the air and shouting "Hey bro bro!"
He patted her on the head. "Hey Mabel," he said. He then turned to the two other girls. "Who are they?"
"Oo! These are my new friends, Grenda and Candy!"
The two girls waved and said hello. Dipper nodded and returned the greeting.
"So then, shall we get lunch?" Dipper asked, turning to Mabel.
She gestured to the door with her arms. "After you, my dear sir," she giggled.
Dipper went through the door and led the way through the lunch line, and eventually to a table in the back corner of the cafeteria. The four of them sat down with their meals- a combination of chicken strips, mashed potatoes, and some kind of sauce- and started to eat while chatting about school.
"So, Dipper," inquired Mable. "Meet anyone interesting today? Made a new best friend?" she wiggled her eyebrows. "A girlfriend?"
"Ew, no," replied Dipper. "Though I did meet this one guy today. He really gave me the creeps…"
"Be nice Dipper, I bet he wasn't that bad."
"No, he was! He kept calling me Pine Tree and-"
Mabel snorted. "Ha, Pine Tree..."
"Its not funny Mabel, its serious!"
"I'm sorry Dipper, I just don't see a problem here. All he did was give you a cute nickname! Stop being so paranoid, not everyone is evil."
"I know that!" he rolled his eyes. "But you should have seen him. Something was definitely weird about him."
"Mhm." Mable said. "Or maaaybe you're blowing this out of proportion! Listen, bro, you can't keep shutting everyone out. If you accuse every person you meet of being evil you're never going to make any friends!"
"I don't need any friends," he replied, stone faced.
"Of course you do silly!" she said, pushing his shoulder. "Now, point out this person for me. We should invite him over to eat lunch with us so you two can bond over mashed potatoes and processed chicken."
"Mabel, no."
"Pleaseee," she whined. "It's just one lunch! Besides, I want to meet him! I like his choices in nicknames."
Suddenly there was a voice coming from behind Dipper. "What about nicknames?"
Dipper spun around in his seat to see no one other than Bill himself.
Bill walked over to where Candy was sitting.
"Move it sweat cheeks," he said as he pulled the chair out from under her. She tried to argue, but it got her nowhere.
Bill moved the chair over next to Dipper and sat on it backward, resting his arms and chin on top of the back. He was looking right up at dipper, a smirk on his face.
Dipper groaned.
Mable cleared her throat. "Hello unexpectedly attractive guest! I'm Mabel, fifteen, single."
Bill laughed. "Oh man, you're a hoot! Listening to obviously desperate people sure is fun!"
Mable's smile dropped. Dipper glared.
"And who are you?" Mabel asked.
"The name's Bill," he said, sitting up from his lounged position. He put his pointy elbow onto Dipper's shoulder. "I'm a friend of this kid. Right, Pine Tree?"
"No." said Dipper flatly.
Bill laughed louder then he should have. "Oh man, kid! Of course we're friends."
"No, no we're not!"
Another laugh. "Well in that case I'll just have to get rid of everyone else you know until im you're friend by default!"
Dipper looked directly into Bills eyes. "Don't you even think about it."
They stayed there, eyes locked for a half minute until Bill finally said, "Is this guy always this serious? Come on, lighten up! It was a joke!"
Dipper suddenly stood up. "I have to get to class," he grumbled.
"Without me?" Bill asked, smiling wide, eyes big.
"Yes. Without you. Far away from you."
"…Dipper," Mabel said hesitantly.
"Mabel, I'll see you after school." He spewed out the words as he quickly left the cafeteria. He didn't need to look behind him to know that Bill was watching him, eyes as wide as his smile.
What was this guy's problem, Dipper thought to himself as he marched down the hall. Couldn't he take a hint that Dipper didn't want anything to do with him? On top of that, Mabel wasn't helping the situation. Knowing her, she will probably try to befriend the guy, feeling bad that Dipper wasn't being as open to this new and unwanted friendship.
He went straight to his next class, finding his seat easily. Since he ran out of the cafeteria early, he had about ten minutes until class started. To take his mind off things, he decided to work on his journal. His journal had been given to him by his grunkle Stan a few years ago. Since then he had been using it to document all the strange things he saw, which was a lot. His most recent discovery, besides the peculiar tree from across the street, was a colony of what could only be described as very tiny rabbits. He is currently debating if a shrink gun could have been involved.
He easily got caught up in his work. This is what he loved to do, write and draw about the weird and unexplained. He hoped one day to publish his journal so he could share all of what he had learned with the world. But for now, he remained an unpublished teenager. So he was trying his best to ocus on his writing. He focused so much in fact, that he didn't notice who was sitting in the desk next to him, watching him with wide eyes and a smirk.
Soon enough though, Dipper heard a whisper of "Hey Pine Tree,"
Dipper closed his book with a slam. "What do you want Bill?" he said, making a face of dislike.
Bill leaned in close to Dipper, so close that Dipper could smell Bill's sweater, a mixture of dusty attic and lavender laundry soap. Dipper tried to move back, but every time he did Bill advancements kept coming. In the end, Bill was leaning inches from Dipper's face. Their eyes met.
Bill smiled his inhuman smile. "Wanna make a deal?"
Dipper released his breath, something he didn't know he was even holding. He didn't want to feel intrigued, but he was. It was that stupid adventure instinct of his. "What kind of deal?" he said slowly.
"That's the spirit!" cheered Bill, moving back from Dipper to an appropriate distance. "It's nothing too complicated. I know you want something from me. And I also want something from you. It's a deal beneficial to both of us."
Bill wanted something from him? And more importantly, what could he possibly think that he could do for Dipper?
Dipper expressed his thoughts to Bill. "What could I possibly want from you?"
Bill rocked his chair onto its back legs. This caused him to block the isle between desks, forcing the incoming students to walk around the other way.
"Well for starters," He said. "You want me to leave you alone. I can do that. If you accept my extremely easy deal, I will never approach you again."
"What's the catch?" Dipper asked. He didn't trust this guy, or his deal.
"Like I said, I do something for you, you do something for me." Bill put his arms behind his head, taking up even more room now.
"Like what?"
"I need you to stand someplace for me."
Dipper shook his head in confusion. "Like, literally just stand in one spot?"
"Yep."
"When, where, and how long?" He didn't want to accidently agree to stand under something that would get him killed, or agree to standing in one spot forever. He wanted all the details, because once he made the deal he didn't think he would be able to back out. Bill didn't seem like the type of person who would let someone off the hook.
"I don't know when yet. Can't tell you where. For no longer than an hour."
"And this isn't a plan to kill me?"
He laughed. "The goal of this isn't to kill you, kid. If you happen to die by standing in one spot, you probably brought it on to yourself."
"Well then…" Dipper said, unsure.
"What do you have to lose, Pine Tree?"
What did he have to lose? His life, his time, maybe a limb. No, he knew that Bill wasn't lying. He wasn't going to try to kill him. But that doesn't mean there aren't other terrible things that could happen, that he could be planning.
"Tick tock, tick tock, deal or no deal," Bill waggled one figure back and forth while sticking out his other hand, waiting to close the deal with Dipper.
But really, what did Dipper have to lose?
His thirst for adventure was stronger than his fear. He grabbed Bill's hand and shook it.
"Deal," Dipper said.
Bill's smile widened, larger than Dipper had ever seen it before. "Good choice Pine Tree. Then, once you do what I need you to do, I'll never approach you again."
Something about how he said that didn't sit well with Dipper. What did he just get himself into?
