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I haven't updated this in like forever. Sorry it's so short but enjoy~
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Small feet trailed over thick roots and long, swaying grass as a small and plush brunet made his way deeper and deeper into the murky forest beyond. The firmament was thick with the oppressive weight of graying clouds, each one doing nothing but pressing down harder on the already muggy air.
Flies, mosquitoes, and other such buzzing bugs joined Dipper on his journey into the Gravity Falls forest, not quite able to tag along for a ride with all the repellent drenching his pasty, sweating skin.
Dipper huffed through his mouth, pausing one more to lean his hand against the rough bark of a tree, waiting a few seconds to catch his breath and place down the heavy black case he was lugging around, giving his short and stumpy fingers and fat palm calluses.
Since there was no way he could practice back at the shack, where customers came and went and where the walls were thinner than a blade of grass it seemed, he would just have to go where civilization died and where anarchy ruled.
Dipper wiped his brow. Well. That is if he could even make it to his normal clearing- one he ad found when he had gotten bored one day and started poking around. It normally wasn't such a struggle to find however on a nasty day like this where it seemed the entire world was against its own comfort, Dipper found himself already quite fatigued. Reaching up his shirt to pull his binder down lower and smooth out some wrinkles, the boy stretched his back and picking up his case, started off again into the deep unknown.
He didn't have to travel much farther when he finally found his little clearing, sitting just as peacefully as it alway did. Despite how there was no real golden light shining down from the pines towering above him, Dipper could still clearly see the shining dew drops on the tall blades of grass, like tears from the Earth herself, clinging onto her great lashes, not yet shed. He paused, stepping over the reaching branches of a bush and pausing at the maw of the entrance and took a moment to merely admire how simple everything was, how the misty fog of darkness flinched back from the small place, hanging back behind the treeline and how fat, languid bugs buzzed over his head. Small patches of pastel wildflowers grew without abandon and the entire scene seemed to unfold before him as something out of a picture book- not quite gorgeous however but nowhere near ugly- simply content in its existence and wanting nothing more.
A pang went through Dipper's heart at the musing, but he shook his head to dislodge those thoughts before they could even fully form, trotting into the misty clearing before him.
Standing in the very center of the clearing, Dipper sucked in a deep breath and allowed a small smile to cross his features. Dropping his heavy case, Dipper stretched and popped his fingers and knuckles, as well as took off his backpack and fetched his bottle of water, taking a long drink from it, before tucking it away and sitting down in the soft grass. Scooting over to his case, Dipper unlocked the small hatches and cracked it open, revealing the sousaphone inside.
Dipper bit the inside of his cheek. Despite having gotten permission to bring it home with him to practice marching with it, he still felt unsure about the entire ordeal. Still, he supposed it could be worse and at least he got permission.
He shook his head lightly, a small smile gracing his chubby cheeks at the thought of a certain blond he knew that seemed to have no care at all for any rules and held no fear in getting caught. Or, well, fear in general.
Dipper didn't know how he did it. Bill's answer of "radiation-induced magic from the stars" didn't really explain anything at all.
Dipper carefully took the instrument out, slipping it on and balancing it on his shoulders. Slipping his mouthpiece out of his pocket, he slipped it on and with a deep breath, went through his warm ups.
The simple quarter and half notes reverberated through the trees, a baritone and almost primal timbre in a place so disconnected to everything else and closing his eyes, Dipper allowed the music take hold of him as he fell into their show music, his cheeks turning red from exertion as his fingers flew across the fey keys available to him, lips snapping into the proper position they were to be in to play the correct note. His a capella bled out into the surrounding forests, capturing Mother Nature herself in its boisterous pride and as Dipper followed the memories paved way by his muscles, he finally quieted into a soft drawl before tapering out at the end. He let go of the mouthpiece, his entire face on fire, a frown tugging at his lips at all the mistakes he knew he had.
However, that did nothing to stop the erupting ovation erupting behind him.
Dipper squeaked loudly, nearly falling down and definitely hurting his shoulder as he whipped around on his heel to see a familiar blond hanging back in the treeline behind him, eyes twinkling and face dusted pink, the sound from his hands stopping suddenly. Bill dropped his hands and stepped forwards, closing the distance between him and the brunet with languid ease. A smile stretched across his face, showcasing his sparkling teeth.
Dipper's face flushed- but this time, not from exertion.
"Bill! What are you doing here? How did you even find me?!" Dipper squawked.
"Your great uncle helped me! Said you were just a little yonder this ways, so here I am!" Bill threw his arms out. "And I gotta say, that was amazing!" Bill stepped forwards quickly and gently touched Dipper's cheek, trailing his fingers down the burning surface of his skin, his smile falling into something softer.
"I made at least thirty mistakes there…"
"You. We. Amazing. You are amazing and you did wonderful! You're getting better, trust me. So much better." Bill sighed dreamily and peered down at the brunet in utter adoration.
Dipper found himself unable to meet Bill's gaze, his eyes falling downcast and the heat of his blush spread up to the tips of his ears.
"Besides, I think you're being too hard on yourself. Remember, you can't always make out mistakes besides yourself and being outside doesn't help either." Bill poked him in the nose, causing a small giggle to escape him, one Dipper quickly snuffed out.
"Why don't you play for me again?"
"I- I can't…"
Dipper gasped as a pair of lips gently brushed over his, two warm hands running through his greasy, sweaty hair affectionately and an impish nose was pressed against his own button one. Blue eyes replaced Dipper's visage of the forest, twin pools of gentle passion.
"You can. I'll close my eyes if that would make you feel better."
Dipper paused, but finally, after another intense look from Bill, gave a small nod and turned his back to the blond.
And then he played again.
He focused fully on the notes bouncing in his head- at every staccato and whole note, holding each out and determined not to clip a single one. Reality crumbled around him and the loud sound overflowed the small clearing, rustling the trees and causing them to do a small dance of their own, aided by the light breeze that blew through the two, swirling with it's own devotion to Dipper's music. Dipper sucked in a breath when permitted, plowing on, taking each note one at a time, making them as full and as fat as they can be, yet still keeping the march of the tune up.
And once more, Dipper ended the piece, panting hard.
A warm hand gently squeezed Dipper's arm from behind and the boy found himself being spun around by Bill, the older teen still smiling down at him.
"W-well?" Dipper asked.
"That was wonderful, Pine Tree! Maybe work on your dynamics and you could stand to be a bit more staccato, but nothing else beyond that! No wrong notes at all!"
"R-really?"
"Really. Now how about you take off this blasted instrument so I can give you a proper congratulatory kiss?"
Dipper's flush spread to his chest, but he did as Bill said, nearly dropping his tuba multiple times as he took it off and set it back in his case. As soon as its golden gleam was covered by its sleek black case and his mouthpiece tucked back into his shorts pocket, two dark hands cupped his face, tilting his head up and a pair of lips pressed against his own. It was sweet and chaste, Bill's lips tasting almost like honey and Dipper found the kiss ending much sooner than he had hoped, Bill drawing back slowly, stroking the side of his face with his fingers.
"Don't want to take all your breath away." The blond grinned cheekily. "At least, not right now."
"Bill!" Dipper gasped, almost scandalized and the blond pulled the brunet down with him into the long grass, tugging the shorter and pudgier body atop his own, wrapping his arms around him as he sat Dipper in his lap. Dipper yelped at the position, but found himself melting right into Bill's arms instead of pulling away in fear as their stomach's brushed against one another.
"That's my name, don't wear it out." Bill chuckled, parting his legs so Dipper could sit between them instead. Feeling crept back into both of them and Bill's hands fell to lay gently against Dipper's plump hips.
Dipper snorted and flicked Bill in the forehead at that.
Bill laughed loudly.
Dipper gulped thickly, too aware of the position the both of them were in, how close they were, and how Bill's breath billowed against his face, how his lips still tingled from the simple press of his lips.
Without a thought nor a hesitation, Dipper asked, "What are we?"
Bill's eyes widened and Dipper, realizing his folly, slapped his hands across his mouth in mortification.
"S-sorry! I-I didn't- oh my god…" Dipper trailed off. He hid his face in his hands and shivered, shoulders tensing up.
Bill snapped his hanging mouth close and his eyes softened. He gently tugged Dipper's hands away from his face and tilted his head up again.
"Pine Tree, it's fine. I'm sorry I- I didn't mean to- to make you confused or- or go to fast." Bill sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I- I just. I really like you. I like you a lot and I- I was hoping and you always seem so- but no, I- I should've asked. I'm so sorry for making you feel uncomfortable."
"I- It's okay." Dipper answered lamely, looking away. "I'm just. Confused. How can someone like you like someone like me?"
Bill frowned. "I'm- I'm not entirely sure what you mean by that. You're wonderful, Dipper Pines. As I said, the most beautiful boy I have ever laid eyes on. You're smart, talented, nice, funny, clever, and a wonderful player and person. Heh."
Dipper stared at Bill with huge eyes. "Y-you really think all that?" He whispered.
"I know all that." Bill corrected gently. "And- and I want to be with you. However, if you don't I- we can stay friends…" Bill flushed and looked away. "And I'm so sorry for-"
"No!"
Bill jumped at the roar Dipper made and Dipper flushed however, stared hard into Bill's eyes and continued. "I- I want to be with you too." He all but whispered. "I- you're so smart and popular and athletic and p-pretty and well. I- I-" Dipper chuckled bitterly. I'm not.
Bill flushed brightly and shyly wrapped his arms around the brunet's shoulders. "I- Dipper. None of that means anything. I like you. And- and if you want to be with me and I want to be with you. Well…"
Dipper gulped thickly. "Well. Does- does that mean we're-?"
"Only if you want to call it that." Bill breathed, his eyes never leaving Dipper's.
Dipper swallowed his heart and sighed before very, very slowly leaning forwards, pressing his forehead against Bill's bony chest. "I- I would like that. Love that. A lot."
Dipper nearly choked on the words and he found himself being crushed into Bill's chest, lips pressing against the top of his head again.
"I would like that too." Bill admitted. "May...may I kiss you, Dipper Pines?"
Dipper shifted his head upwards, his eyes heavy-lidded as they gazed into Bill's and licking his lips, his heart lodged in his throat and his mind still tumbling head over heels with disbelief, he gave a small nod.
And Bill kissed him again.
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It's been forever and I am sorry for that. I had put this fic on brief hiatus for a while to get some other stuff worked out and finished however, I am back to working on this!
And because of reasons I am not going to disclose, I am afraid to say this chapter will be the last one for another while as I want to write this fic and have it completed before updating it again. However, when I do return with updates, they will be weekly and on a schedule so that's good!
Likewise, there are only seven chapters after this one and one of them is just a short/transition chapter so. Mainly 6 chapters. I am going to try and get another chapter of this completed this week so hopefully I can get this completed and off my plate!
Sehcturc: Haha no problem. And no I am indeed 18. Please stop calling me 15 I find it insulting.
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MysteryDancer: I KNOW and it really is ^^
Warrior Nun: YEEE INDEED HE DID AND INDEED HE DOES NOT
Wildtail of Wind: Aaa well. That's the fic. But Dipper does seem to slowly be getting better...perhaps. ;)
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