Dipper felt like total shit. It was strong language for a boy his age to use, he knew, but he felt like it. Also, is it really that bad if you just think it? He was tired and his boyfriend and closest family member, all Mabels aside, hated each other. He couldn't feel anything but pain. It was like a burning in his heart, like a wildfire that burns down a forest. But Bill was there, next to him, on the floor of his room all night. It hurt a little less to see someone who cares so very obviously stay there, just for him. It was cold in the attic this time of year, it being winter and all. But tomorrow was Christmas, and Dipper could celebrate it with Ford, Stan, and most importantly, Bill. Maybe Bill would get his traditional human Christmas after all, and maybe Dipper would heal a little. Maybe Ford and Dipper's boyfriend wouldn't fight, maybe they would have a big dinner, maybe, just maybe, everything would go perfectly. Dipper turned on his side, so he could watch the peaceful breaths of Bill, the air flowing in and out of his body in the miracle of artificial life. The blonde demon looked so cute like this. It was amazing, how a being that powerful could look so small when curled up under a few layers of blankets. Dipper couldn't sleep. He was tired, but the peace he needed in his mind to sleep was just not there. He tried to clear his mind, but more thoughts just kept pouring in, like water in a broken drinking fountain. So he was a prisoner to his bed, too tired to get up, too awake to go to bed. He layed there all night, gazing at the ceiling, then Bill, then Mabel's posters, then he closed his eyes and tried to sleep again. 2 hours - no dice. He went on like that for the rest of the night, switching between looking at those things in almost that exact order. Just to keep himself sane. But, eventually it was morning.

The orange light shone through the stain-glass window shaped like Bill, casting a shadow of the light that would have been there if they were outside.

"Hey! Mason?" Bill sat straight up at a 90 degree angle and smiled his smile.

"Yeah, Bill?" Dipper sounded as he felt. Dead.

"Are you okay...?" Bill sounded badly worried, a dramatic twist from how he had sounded a few seconds ago.

"Umm. I'll think on that. Is that all?"

"I guess so," Bill sighed. "I just wish there was some way I could make you feel better..."

Dipper let himself fall from a sitting position to laying on his back. He felt a sudden weight on the bed and looked to the side, only to see Bill there, sitting next to him. Bill offered him a smile before picking him up and cradling him in his warm, strong arms. Dipper always forgot how strong he was.

"Let me tell you a secret, Mason, my dear. I know you know I'm homesick, but you know what really eats me up inside?" The blonde demon sounded strange and sad compared to his usually electric demeanor.

"What?"

"I killed them. All. My family, my friends, my home, my dimension, my heart. I destroyed it. The one I most regret though, that had to be my family. They would've loved me if I had just told them what was happening to me. I wasn't born a demon, you know. I slowly evolved into one. I went insane. After that, my heart desinigrated like ash. So, I want you to know you're not the only one with a limited family group, if that makes you feel any better," Bill's face was heavey with regret and his voice cracked more than once, but he didn't cry. Dipper snuggled into Bill's chest, garnering comfort from the demon's soft chest and steady heartbeat.

"Where's your limeted family?" Dipper asked, wondering who they were. Would they be demons? Or maybe other fantastical beasts he had yet to meet?

"They're right here!" Bill said, the happiest he had sounded today. Dipper looked around cluelessly, trying to spot these invisible marvels. "It's you, and Fordsie, though he doesn't know that I treasure him at all, and Fez, and Shooting Star, and maybe even Blondy, depending on where that goes! My home is Gravity Falls, and ever since you came here, Mason, the Pines' family has been mine too!" Bill sound so... so... happy! Various things that were lying around the room began to raise up with Bill's wild hand gestures, and a few books and some of Mabel's CDs flung themselves around the room, including a new CD of Sev'ral Times that was country. Dipper remembered hearing Mabel complain exstesively about it. Dipper smiled, even laughed.

"Thanks Bill. I love you," The brunette said with smile behind his eyes.

"I love you too, kid," Bill grinned back.

They spent most of the morning like that, since no one came to get them for breakfast and Dipper didn't feel like getting up anyway. Bill petted his fluffy hair and whispered calming things into his ears. Surprisingly, neither of them fell asleep, even if they were close sometimes. And it was okay. Dipper still felt empty and beaten down and terrible, but when you're with someone you love so much it feels like this undescriable vunraBILLity, but you can't help but be enamored with it when you think about them, all that pain and all the fears just melt away. And they might come back, but in the very moment, you don't care. It felt like a fever to Dipper, hot and searing but at the same time too cold to bear. And in that moment Dipper honestly didn't care. He was with Bill, his true love. It would all be okay.

After a while, they both went down stairs to find a make-shift fake Christmas tree waiting in the living room. It was large and made out of various metal scraps painted assorted shades of green. It looked like something Ford made, usurprisingly. It was lit up with a thousand different kinds of lights and it blinked red, then green, evry few minutes.

"SURPRISE!" Ford and Stan jumped out from behind it.

"We thought you'd like a real Christmas, so Ford put this together and I stol-bought gifts!" Stan sounded so happy.

"Wow... Thanks..." Dipper was amazed. "How did you guys have time for this?" He felt Bill grab his hand and grip it tightly.

"Well..." Ford laughed awkwardly and blushed. "Bill helped me, for your sake. He took control while I slept. I hope you don't mind,"

"How could I mind! I love you both more for it, anyway!" Dipper exclaimed, hugging Bill.

"Awww. Thanks, Mason!" Bill hugged him back as Ford glared at them both.

They had a wonderful Christmas. It was just the way Christmases were supposed to be, with good cheer and full of family. Or as much family as could be there. They did have a wonderful Christmas, but then the ceiling fell in. There was a rumble, them a crash. And then as they were sitting there, Dipper got really dizzy. Like spinning around in an office chair for too long dizzy. He felt strong wind on his back, then nothing as he fell to the ground. He dimly heard Bill screech his name and more crashing in the background. And then it was all black.

A/N: Sorry this one's kinda short, guys. I'm going on hiatus for a while. I've got a lot going on right now, and don't really have time to post a whole lot. But don't worry! I'll be back around March! I just can't keep up, as I'm sure you've noticed.