*OMG! its chapter 10! (internal screaming)

What a milestone, huh? Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me throughout these 10 chapters, and I cant wait till we get 10 more. Now, I was going to make this episode special, being that its the tenth, but I still think this is a pivotal chapter despite the lack of action. Why? Because it's fluffy as fuck. Yes, there is some serious blushing and staring (or love gazing) going on in this one. It's exactly what you've been waiting for, and the next two chapters might just end you with the cuteness.

So, happy reading!

Chapter 10
~Dipper's POV~

As I'm being rolled out of the hospital in a wheel chair by a nurse, I keep thinking about how boring three weeks of doing absolutely nothing is going to be. I chose to stay in Gravity Falls, much to Great Uncle Ford's dismay, and continue with my adventuring. It'll be hard with this stupid cast, but I'll figure out a way. According to Mabel, the big mystery right now is who committed the hit and run. Bill was very keen on not going to the police, and Mabel seemed to agree. They're both going out today to find out more about the situation.

And I can't even participate. I was the one who had gotten hit, and I feel I should be the one to find out who did it. Either way though, everyone just wants the person found and punished.

When the nurse gets me to my Grunkles car, she hands me a pair of crutches and helps me up out of the chair. I comply and use the crutches to hop to the car door, which the nurse opens with a smile. I smile back, giving a quick nod of gratitude, then get in the car.

When my door closes, the other one opens, and the others pile in. Bill, Wendy, then Mabel, in that order. This causes all four of us to be squished together. I groan loudly and move to the side, propping my hurt leg on the others laps, then lay down my crutches on the floor.

Bill lays his arms over my leg while Wendy laughs, "perks of being hurt, huh?"
"You know it," I says back to her.

"Ok, no," says Bill suddenly as he puts his arms under my leg and lifts me up, sliding under me. He puts me back down to where I'm now sitting on his lap. My eyes are widened at being so easily picked up. I can not believe he just did that! He's either really strong, or I'm really light. I look at Bill very awkwardly and confused. "uh..", I let out quietly.
The blonde shrugs, "I was uncomfortable and now there's more room. Do you have a problem with it?"

Mabel and Wendy scoot over as I shakes my head, a bit too quickly. I look ahead and meet eyes with my twin sister, who is smiling bright. She winks at me, then makes a kissy face. My face flushes red with embarrassment as I almost call out, but decide against it. I know it'll just make this whole situation more awkward. I look at Bill, who is now laying his head against the window with his eye closed.

Grunkle Stan and Ford suddenly get in the two front seats, and start the car. I keep looking at the demon, who is seemingly resting. He looks very peacefully when he's like that. I wish he always looked like that.

When I catch my staring, I quickly look away and meet my sisters similar looking eyes again. She motions to her eye with her hand, then at Bill. I tilt my head to the side slightly, confused. She points to the blonde man again, then lifts up her bangs with her hand.

I look back at the man who's lap I'm now occupying. I think she wants me to see his second eye. His one eye is still closed, so I lean forward. I very gently move my hand in front of his tanned face, and go to move his bangs out of the way. I start to when suddenly a hand grabs my wrist, stopping me completely. I almost scream and pull once closed eye, only inches away from my own, has now shot open.

I widen my eyes in shock and stare at the others bright yellow eye.
"I must say Pine Tree," Bill starts, "you have some guts."

"Uh. I-I'm sorry. It was Mabel. She told me to," I manage to stutter out.
"Oh? Is that so? For such a curious mind like yours this is something that seems right up your alley. Not only that, you were asking only yesterday."
"But it was Mabel!"

He doesn't believe me! Oh god. Is he going to hurt me? No. No he wouldn't do that. Would he? No he just let go of me. It should be fine. I look at his eye that has now caught my own. I could almost count the shades because I'm so close. For some reason, I can't seem to pull myself away. It seems he isn't planning to either.

His eye. It's actually really pretty.

No it's not. Dipper, no it's not. That is the same eye that has haunted you for years. The eye that causes me to shiver every time I see it. The eye that sees completely past me and burns into my soul.

But not right now. Now this eye isn't haunting me, I'm not shivering at the sight of it, and the sensation my soul is feeling isn't burning. My stomach turns slightly as nervousness starts to set in. It's a feeling that I know well, but have never felt in this sort of way before. It's a feeling that makes my stomach flutter, and my heart do flips.

It takes me a while to realize that my hand is now on the side of his face. I don't even know if Bill has noticed, but I hope he hadn't. This situation is awkward enough. I keep my hand there though, as I'm afraid if I move it, he'll look away. Usually id want that to happen to save embarrassment, but right now I want to keep looking at him. Looking at his eye that is making my heart do cartwheels. I don't know why I'm feeling this way, or what it even means, but I don't want it to stop.

However, when Bill's hand grabs my wrist again and pulls my hand away, my eyes follow with it. I breath in, neglecting to breath out right away, but eventually doing so slowly. So he did notice. I look back at him and see that he's looking out the window. I look at him for just a second before looking ahead and seeing two pairs of feminine looking eyes watching me, added with large toothy grins.

I instantly blush as Wendy laughs. I forgot other people were around. Mabel smiles at me and gives me a thumbs up. I bury my hands in my red face.

~~~
~Normal POV~

All of the gang flood out of the car when they reach the mystery shack. Most stretch as Dipper struggles with his crutches.

"Alright kids," exclaims Stan, "when you get in there I want you all to take a long shower. The whole car smells like teen odor, and I don't want that in the shack."
"Man I'm not even a teen anymore," says Wendy as she walks through the front door.
"That's so rude! I smell like a very mature old lady!", calls out Mabel.
"Teens don't implement their own smell," Dipper groans out, matter-of-factly.
"I haven't been an actual teenager for a thousand years," says Bill simply under everyone else's loud complaints, so he's not heard.

They all get in the house and Dipper hops off toward the bathroom.
Bill follows shortly behind after grabbing a plastic bag from under a counter.

When Dipper starts struggling with opening the door, the blond demon opens it for him. The teen looks at him and says a muttered, 'thanks,' before walking in as Bill follows in behind him.

He sits on the edge of the tub and props his crutches up against the wall. Dipper looks up at the older male, "you don't have to help me, you know," he says, "I can handle it myself."
"I want to help you," Bill says back to him, "besides, what if you fall or something? You should just let me help you."

He turns on the water of the tub and plugs the drain. He then bends down in front of Dipper and starts to put the plastic bag around his cast. Dipper looks down at him, watching.
"Look, I know you feel guilty about what happened and everything, but you shouldn't. You don't owe me a thing so don't think you have to help me," he tells him.

"I'm not doing this because I feel guilty, Dipper, I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do."
"And?"
"And because I wanted to talk to you alone."

Dipper smiles slightly, knowing that was definitely not the only reason.
"Talk about what?", he asks.
"Your staring."

Dipper's smile fades as his cheeks get dusted with pink.
"Oh right. That. I'm sorry, I know staring is rude and everything but I just.. I don't know."
"It's not a problem, I stare at you all the time. I just want to know why you do."
"I... Don't really have an answer for that. I'm sorry."

Dipper puts his head down as Bill looks up at him.
"Is it really the eye? Because if so it's not anything special. You won't be excited, or grossed out, or surprised."
"Oh no. No the eye was just something I started to wonder about. It wasn't why I was staring at you. Well actually... It was. Just not your second eye."

Bill looks back down at the cast as he finishes tying the bag around it.
"Oh, I see. My eye still makes you feel uneasy."
"No!", Dipper says looking up at him quickly, causing Bill to look up too.
"No... It's not that at all. It's just... It's kinda hypnotizing. It draws me in every time I look at it and I can't seem to pull myself away. I know it's weird and I'm sorry, I'll stop if you want."

Bill stares at him quietly for a moment, then smiles, "you don't have to stop. Actually, please don't."
He leans forward and turns off the water, then grabs Dipper's hands and pulls him up to his feet. Dipper looks at him slightly confused as he does, but doesn't question it.

"I'll leave you to it then," Bill says to the younger boy, "don't forget to scrub behind your ears."
Dipper laughs, then nods, "of course I won't."
Bill grins as he walks to the door, "good because I'll check."

Dipper watches him, smiling as he walks outside. He then strips off his clothes, and gets in the bath. As Dipper lays in the warm water of the tub, he leans his head back and closes his eyes, drifting off.

~~~
~Bill's POV~

I start walking down the hall of the shack after my talk with Dipper. I think it went pretty well. Honestly, so many thoughts went through my head when we were looking at each other. He just has those classic Pines eyes, and he just happens to have the only pair that stare into me.

Ever since Dipper has gotten here, all I've been doing is staring at him. I don't really know why, I've just enjoyed seeing the slight changes he's made over the years. He was always intelligent, but he's not as naïve as he once was. He seems like he has a better grasp on trusting people and not to trust people he knows are bad. I know one thing is for sure, he would have never made the mistake of summoning me again.

I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. I scan the inside and when I don't find anything I close the door back. I sit in on of the chair at the dining room and rest my head on my hand. I'm not used to having to eat all the time still; there's been a few times I've almost starved, simply because I forgot that eating is a necessity now. I used to not have to eat or drink at all, but now my body is mortal again I'll die without it.

It's in inconvenience really.

Nevertheless, I find that because of this, I tend to never be very hungry. Even if I am, I can't recognize the feeling. I'd never know that what I'm feeling is hunger, and what I'm supposed to do about it. I just try to eat at least twice a day, but sometimes I forget.

I look out the front window and see the area where Dipper got hit is completely cleared now. I know what the car looks like because I have a sort of photographic memory, but I don't think id be able to explain it.

As I look outside, I notice something on the ground. I squint to see it better, and see that it's a red star. Probably written with spray paint.

My first thought is Gideon, because it's his symbol. It can't be him though, because he has been fairly good since the twins left. Plus before they did, he went on their side. I don't think he has anything to do with this, especially if he still wants Mabel to like him.

And then I think of Mabel.

Shooting Star.

Could that be it? Possibly a warning that she's next? The thought itself makes me angry. I take out my phone, and decide to take a picture of it. I'll ask Dipper and the others about it before I do anything drastic.

I get up and start walking down the hall, putting my phone back into my pocket. When I get to the bathroom, I knock on the door, "Pine Tree, are you still in there?"

When I don't get a response after a little bit, I knock again.
"Dipper?"

No response. I quickly open the door and look around, "Dipper?", I exclaim louder. I look at the tub and when I don't see him, I freeze, then look ahead.