A/N: So should I give more reason for my major procrastination? Probably not none of you want to know my problems. But hey! 7 months isn't bad… ha it won't happen again. Anyway please let me know what you guys think!

-Dipper's POV-

If it was one thing Dipper knew, it was that Bill would probably never like tacos now.

Not that that was really important. He kind of felt bad after dinner, and decided he would give Bill time to fall asleep before going to bed, so he sat down on the couch he and Mabel took in from their childhood home.

Dipper decided he would read more up on the engine of airplanes, in case, you know, he became a pilot someday. (Dipper knew he didn't need any of what he was reading, but he never minded knowing useless junk.)

But instead of the calming, relaxing read he was expecting, his mind decided otherwise by giving him the same thought over and over again:

His dimples are so cute!

Honestly, it was pretty embarrassing, even if Bill didn't have the powers to read his mind anymore. This was the last thing he was expecting when Bill had asked to become human. And if Mabel found out? He would never hear the end of it.

Dipper couldn't lie, though. Bill's dimples did look cute. And his smile, and how cute it was that he didn't know anything yet, even his hair. And not to mention the way his bangs hung in his eyes, and even the way his cheeks turn pink when he's embarrassed-

"Hey Dipper, stop daydreaming and help me clean up dinner," Mabel called from the kitchen, interrupting Dipper's thoughts.

"Coming," Dipper called back, grateful for something to do. He didn't want to keep sitting on the couch with the same thoughts running through his head.

"I'll rinse, you load," Mabel told him as he walked into the kitchen.

Dipper walked over to the dishwasher, and then both of them soon fell into a rhythm of rise, load, rise load, and so on.

Dipper found it surprisingly comforting, it was like when the both of them were kids, doing the chores around the Shack for Stan. Of course, it felt different now, they had grown up.

There weren't many dishes since they just moved in, though, and they were done in about 5 minutes.

Dipper loaded in the last fork, closed the dishwasher, and pressed start. He checked the time on the clock. It was 8:21. Bill had only been upstairs for 15 minutes now. There was no way he was asleep yet.

Mabel, who seemed to read Dipper's mind, knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Bro?"

Dipper sighed, knowing Mabel already knew, but he decided to tell her anyway.

"It's nice that we're here and all, but… it's a little different than what we were expecting. I get we're just trying to be nice, but still… and I'm nervous for the opening of the Shack again. There's just so much stuff to do, so much that can go wrong… and the fact that Bill just came in just set back everything by at least a day. There's just a lot to worry about."

Mabel wiped her hands on a towel and sat down. "You're stressing out too much, Dipper. We'll be fine. If worse comes to worst, we'll have to delay opening day and miss a weekend of tourists. We'll get straight to work tomorrow, okay? Now why don't you go to bed early so you're not so tired tomorrow."

Mabel had a point. Dipper was stressing too much over too little. And he was tired. But Bill probably wasn't asleep yet…

"...Dipper, why are you still standing there?"

"I, um, need a glass of water first." He began moving towards the sink, but Mabel put her arm out and stopped him.

"If you're thirsty, get a drink upstairs. Unless you're scared to go up there…?" Mabel raised an eyebrow at Dipper.

"Why would I be scared?" Dipper replied, knowing the answer.

Mabel just kept staring.

"...Okay, you got me. But don't make fun of me! I've never really shared a room with anyone before. Especially not someone who tried to kill me multiple times. And what if he's weird about it or something?"

Mabel rolled her eyes but smiled. "Do you really think he knows what's weird or not? He's never been human before. And he's probably asleep, since it was his first day here and all. Also, you're a grown man. You'll be fine. Now go." Mabel pointed to the stairs, waiting for Dipper to go.

Dipper turned around and started to walk to the stairs. This is not fair! Why do I have to share a room with someone? I didn't ask for this. Mabel gets to have privacy, too. This is not cool.

Just as Dipper made it to the top step of the stairs, he heard Mabel call from downstairs "and don't do anything crazy!"

Dipper felt his face flush with anger and embarrassment. Mabel never knew when to quit! And what if Bill heard her? He would get the wrong idea.

Muttering curses under his breath, Dipper walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

As he brushed, his mind went everywhere. What if he's still mad? If so I should just not talk to him. But that's so awkward… I hope he's asleep. This is so complicated… Why did he need to come back just when I began to feel better? Is Mabel not freaked out by this? And I can't keep denying the way I've been feeling towards him...

It was just then that Dipper realized he had been brushing his teeth for nearly five minutes.

This is stupid. I'm a grown man, I can handle walking into a room. I'll just go in there and do whatever seems right.

With that thought, Dipper walked into his now shared room, and looked over to Mabel's- or rather, Bill's bed.

Dipper was relieved to find that Bill was fast asleep, curled up in the corner of the bed against the wall, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed the only noise in the room. It wasn't bad, actually. Dipper found the quiet environment quite peaceful.

A perfect time to work on my blog.

Dipper walked over to his desk and laptop now where the old bed next to the window used to be. Dipper figured they didn't need it anymore and moved his work area over there.

Dipper opened up his laptop and pulled up his blog,which he named The Little Dipper. Yes, the name was admittedly cheesy, but he started writing it when he was only 13, after all.

Entry 146

Dipper began to write about the current events of his life, about the move to the mystery shack and what he was doing over the last few days, and about Bill.

Most of what Dipper wrote was about his life, so most of the audience found his blog to be a work of fiction, but that was okay with Dipper. In fact, it was probably better they thought it was fake because if Dipper insisted it was true, they might think he was insane.

The blog had actually begun to pick up attention over the internet, it now had over 20,000 followers. Dipper was actually a bit surprised, he never thought anything he did would pick up any kind of publicity. But that was more of a perk of the blog.

The real reason of the blog wasn't to show the world his writing skills, it was to keep his mind focused on what was going on in his life and to let the world know he existed.

Dipper hadn't realized it before he began the blog, but he really loved writing. Sometimes he would get lost in the story and the words and the universe it created. Sometimes he would stay up until the sun came up writing. Sure, he was tired for the next few days, but it was definitely worth it.

Dipper was actually thinking about going to University to study writing, but when Stan retired, he knew that he would end up going back to Oregon. It just seemed inevitable. He wasn't upset or anything, though, because writing could still become his past time.

Dipper became lost in thought and lost in his writing, becoming immersed into the universe he had created, with the click of his keyboard and the quiet breathing of Bill keeping him company.

Should I add Bill to this week's entry? Everyone thinks of this as a story… it will probably be interesting for them. I will.

Dipper then began to write about Bill, how he had come back, about his strange requests, improvising his wording here and there, perfecting his-

"What's that, Pine Tree?"

Dipper jumped in his seat, startled at Bill's comment.

He called me that stupid name again… whatever, I don't want to make him mad again.

Dipper chose to ignore Bill's comment and responded to the now-human dream demon's question.

"It's a, uh, blog. It's about my life and stuff."

"Wow! That's actually pretty cool. How old is it?"

"About 6 years. I started it right after… well, you know." Dipper wasn't sure to call it. The Apocalypse? When Bill died? When he went back home? He wasn't sure what to say.

"I see."

There was a silence between the two of them, but it wasn't anything too awkward. It was comforting, really. The kind of silence that doesn't want to be broken.

Bill obviously didn't realize this, though, and asked another question. "Why did you start writing a blog, Dipper?"

Dipper looked away and sighed. This was a story he didn't tell many people. One that made him remember all the bad times of 6 years ago rather than all the good times.

Dipper decided it was alright to tell Bill since they were going to be living together, and since it was mostly Bill's fault anyway.

"Well, you see.. after all that happened 6 years ago, I went home and I wasn't quite normal anymore. I got bored of daily life, and I talked about things that were crazy. I had nightmares for months, and they woke me up every night. Eventually, my parents got me a therapist. She told me it would be best to write how I felt down somewhere, and I did. I showed it to her, and she thought it was good enough that I could put it somewhere online if I wanted to. I was scared at first, that it would seem to crazy, but people thought it was a work of fiction and they still do. It's a blog about my life, my experiences, and how I feel. It's all that keeps me sane anymore."

Dipper sighed again and shut his laptop, deciding his spark of inspiration was over and he would finish the entry tomorrow.

That was the thing about blogs. You put it off for a day, you have to write about that day and whatever you didn't finish. Sometimes it was exhausting.

"Oh. Sorry, Pine Tree. I didn't know that what I did changed you so much…" Bill trailed off, seeming lost in thought.

"It's fine, Bill. I got over it years ago. I left my therapist after a year and I'm writing this for fun now. Anyway, it's getting pretty late. I'm going to bed. I recommend you do too, but if you don't, just please be quiet." With that, Dipper turned off the light and went to sleep.

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-Bill's POV

"Wake up, Bill. You have work to do."

Bill woke up the next morning to Dipper standing over his bed, dressed and ready to go.

Dipper was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, rolled up to his elbows. On his forearms, Bill noticed some interesting tattoos. Strangely enough, he found them quite nice to look at.

"Bill, what are you starting at? Get up, already. You're going to be late." He then walked out of the room, leaving Bill alone with his thoughts.

Yeah… work. Sounds stupid. I should just skip it.

Bill was fully prepared to skip work and go explore the town, and started down the stairs. Although, in the back of his mind, Bill knew doing that would break the trust of the Pines siblings.

This is so weird… why do I want to befriend these two kids? And Dipper, I feel so strange around him… like it's exciting. Like I don't want him to leave.

Bill had no idea what that meant, though. He figured it was a side effect of becoming human. And he needed a house to stay in, so he decided not to skip work. Although he could fake still being weak to get out of it…

Bill walked down the stairs to see Mabel and Dipper eating waffles at the kitchen table.

So that's how you eat...

"Heya, Bill! Excited for an amazing day of working at the Mystery Shack?" Mabel swung her arm passionately, and it made Bill less and less enthused about his first full day as a human.

"Yeah, sure I guess."

Bill walked over to the stack of waffles and put a few on a plate. He wasn't sure what the pain in his stomach was, but if he ate something it might make it better.

Bill sat down at the table and stuffed nearly half of the waffle into his mouth and swallowed, but instantly started choking.

What the hell is this? Is this what death feels like? Am I going to die? I thought that was how you eat! My vision is going it's going it's going help help help he-

Bill spit out the food that was lodged into his throat and took in huge gulps of air, scared he might run out again.

"Be more careful next time, Bill."

Bill looked up to see Dipper, arms crossed and a concerned look on his face. "You have to chew your food before you swallow it. And don't take such huge bites, you'll choke again."

"Bill! Don't scare me like that," Mabel practically cried, her face contorted into one of concern. "You almost DIED!"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Just thank my brilliant new body for saving my life!"

Dipper scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Bill. You owe me. Anyway, now that that's taken care of, we have a lot to do today. The shack opens in an hour, and we have stuff to do. Bill, you'll be working the counter. Mabel, you can help him out. I'll be giving tours of Gravity Falls every few hours or so. Mabel, go take Bill to the front room and teach him how to do his job. I need to go get ready." With that, Dipper walked out of the room and out the front door.

"Bill! This is great! We get to hang out all day together! Come on, I'll teach you how to sell stuff in the shop."

Mabel grabbed Bill by the hand and took him into the front room. She pointed to what things were and what they did. She showed him the paper of the merchandise and how much everything cost. She explained currency, and then started to explain common courtesy, but before she could, a customer walked in.

"Shit, it's already been an hour?" Mabel whispered. "Listen, Bill, just be nice and don't offend them. I'll be right here the whole time, okay?"

Wow, thanks for throwing me under the bus, Star. This should be fun.

The man wandered around the store for a bit, and grabbed a T-shirt. It said "Gravity Falls, Oregon. The funnest place on Earth!"

That's a bit cheesy… why does he even want that?

The man walked up to the counter. He had glasses, black, receding hair, and wore socks and sandals.

Not a great people person, either, I see.

"I'd like to buy this please," the man said, throwing the T shirt on the counter, waiting for his total.

"...You actually want to buy this? Wow, and I thought I had bad taste. Well, if you say so. That'll be 25 dollars, please."

Bill sat there, waiting for the money, but the man did something else instead.

"You're an asshole, Bill," the man said before throwing the shirt at the stunned cashier.

"Why did he do that? And how did he know my name? Is he psychic, Star? I didn't know humans had developed that kind of power!"

"You're nametag, Bill. And you know what? He's right, you are an asshole. When a customer wants something…"

Mabel began to lecture Bill on the curtseys of humans, and Bill wanted to just go up to his room and sleep. He knew nothing, apparently.

It was going to be a long day.

A/N: Yay! So some stuff. Don't worry, ships are on their way. I just need to build up a plot some ya know? so yeppppppp sorry for the wait haha that happens becuase being lazy is a thing. anyway let me know what you think!