Holy hell guys, I hate homework.

I might have to do quite a few shorter chapters soon, so to make up for it here's one with over 4,000 words!

Enjoy!~

-Fly :3


PastaandNutella Requested...

Bill is a pop star of the band 3LB (3 letters back..) and he like meets Dip in a concert ,who doesn't like the band but is forced to come cuz Mabel loves 3LB and Bill cant forget Dips face so at the next concert where Mabel and Dip attend Bill sings (I can't) forget about you by R5. And they both fall in love and happiness and s***.

My Response...

Sounds fun! :D Anyway, I have 9 drabbles (not even including this one!) to write before Monday (just because I'm really backed up on requests, it's not like I'm going anywhere next week) so LET'S DO THIS!

P.S: AU Where the band people are just band people.

First it was Sev'ral Times, then Scarves Indoors, and now...

"Mabel, I get you want to see this concert, but why do you have to drag me along?"

The Pines twins, age fifteen, were battling their way through a crowd of cheering girls. The concert hall was packed, and the air reeked of cheap perfume and fresh makeup. There wasn't another guy in sight- In fact, with his keen eyes he dared to say he was the only one. Surely, there had to be someone else in his position, right?

Well, as they arrived at their seats, he was greeted by another boy. In fact, they were sitting right beside each other- He'd gone willingly, though. As it turned out, he had to drag his sister along! She was only going with him to cover for him, saying he was there for her and not vice-versa. (Mabel learned upon talking to her that she was getting paid for it, almost as much as the ticket itself!)

Soon enough, there was a warning over the speakers that the show was about to start. The boy's stomach rumbled and he instantly regretted not buying popcorn- As overpriced as it was, it was a lot better than sitting through the girliest concert in history with an empty stomach.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to face the disturbance. It was the boy again- Quinton, his name was- Asking about him. He'd never met someone who was so curious about him, really. It was a nice change, and not necessarily a bad one!

He told him of his life at home, sparing the details of his summer he was still thinking about.

...Or not thinking about. It felt strangely distant since they left, as if someone had stolen the big memories, crumpled them up and handed them back with a smile. Strange metaphor, but still quite accurate.

Either way, he felt great getting to talk to someone besides his parents or sister. He didn't really have as many friends as her, which wasn't always that bad but once in a while it was pretty depressing. Quinton seemed to be the perfect candidate for a friend, even if he liked 3LB. (Well, he couldn't really judge the guy because he was still into Babba)

There was a shrill scream from the front row, one that spread like wildfire through the whole stadium. He glanced at the stage, rolling his eyes as a quartet of young adults strode across the floor.

One of them he recognized immediately as their lead singer- Gideon Glee. Mabel didn't really like the guy, but she thought his hair and outfits were to die for. This time he sported a baby blue suit, shining with various gemstones that shone in the spotlight. His hair was taller than his head, powder white and glistening with hair gel.

Next in the group was Robbie Valentino, who hid his face behind his dark hair. He never wore anything fancy, instead sporting ripped jeans and a leather jacket. He clutched a guitar in one hand, the strap fastened over his shoulder. Thank god Mabel didn't like him either, he looked far too emo.

Third to be seen was 'Mermando', who went only by his stage name. He did strike him as a merman, in some strange ways- His hair was wavy and tumbled down to his lower back, coffee brown in colour. He wore a rainbow of aqua shades, ranging from bright green to deep blue. He was the drummer, if he remembered correctly.

Lastly was the man he never understood- Er, at least even less so than the rest. This time he was showing off a golden overcoat, the back trailing behind him like a cape of stars. His black jeans clashed with the brightness of the top, but matched his bow tie with ease. His hair was too yellow to be called blonde, slicked back but the bangs wild as ever. A stray tuft covered his right eye, making him attractive enough but still the odd one out in terms of costume. He clutched a bass guitar lightly, shining like honey glass. They may not have a dress code but whoever this guy was, he was overdoing it.

Mabel screeched with uncontrollable excitement as Gideon tapped the mic, shooting her brother an apologetic smile when he flinched. She was on the edge of her seat, eyes sparkling with wonder. This wasn't her first concert, but it was her first with this particular band.

He'd discovered she had a thing for Mermando, and after her crush went on for a good month she just had to go see them. Not wanting Dipper to be a 'grumpy, nerdy loner' she bought him a ticket and sprung the invitation without warning. After seeing how much those tickets really cost her, he HAD to go.

A cheerful, annoyingly high-pitched voice barely deep enough for a boyband washed over the crowd, and he could've sworn he just saw some girl faint in the row in front of them. "Why, hello America! My name's Gideon, and this is 3 Letters Back!"

Dipper was REALLY starting to regret not bringing ear plugs. The constant screeching from the crazed girls was driving him to the brink of insanity, and the added song that was starting to trail in was only making the noise worse. The music itself wasn't really that bad, but the lyrics were cheesy and he couldn't stand watching his own sister melt. Her eyes were wide with adoration, hands waving in the air as the chorus started. He knew that she'd be excited but the lovey-dovey look other face was kind of disgusting.

It was then that he reminded himself that this was what boybands were supposed to do, sell albums and tickets (among other things) with their astonishingly attractive talents and looks. Stan had tried to start one once but ended up getting his driver's license revoked- He still drives, but it's far from legal. Dipper found himself shuddering at the memory.

Aa minute later, the first song ended, cringing as the second one started immediately after.

This was going to be a loooong night...

-=[0]=-

Bill stifled a groan as his finger slipped on the strings. It was his second wrong note that night, and both times he'd gotten a glare from Gideon. It was bad enough playing it, let alone all the disapproving stares and groans from the three perfectionists alongside him.

He'd never felt so flustered, nimble fingers barely stumbling across the notes. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? He was performing in front of thousands of teenage girls, sure, but they didn't notice the little things. Sure there had to be SOMEONE who heard it but it wasn't like they'd care. Heck, even if they did, why should he give a shit?

He pondered this, mind slipping off his mortification and wandering as his calmness returned. His hands moved like machines, working on their own as the song dragged on.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it. A flash of blue amongst the neon pink, a frown surrounded by painted-on grins. He sat a few rows up, clearly unimpressed with the performance. There was a girl tugging on his sleeve, urging him to dance with her but he saw no reason why this display would make him so uncomfortable.

He didn't see much resemblance in the two at first, but it didn't look like they were dating. In fact, after messing up yet ANOTHER note he realized they had identical eyes. Funny how he could see their faces so clearly when he could only see through one eye.

But although they were twins- or at least siblings- The feeling was still nagging at him. So why did he care if the kid was so bummed out? He couldn't drag a crowd of girls down, especially with some other guy beside him dancing it up.

Wait, another guy? Strange, he blended right in with the girls. He seemed to have just as much interest in the displeased boy as his sister did, giving him excited glances as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He had a bright smile and wide eyes, and his happy attitude seemed to charm the other to dance along.

Oh no, had he just missed another? And... Oh no, what song were they playing? Had they even played this one before?

There was a moment in time where he felt completely lost, jaw wide with horror as his hands stilled. It took only a second for the band to notice his silence, giving him furious glares and unforgiving scowls.

His face went an embarrassing shade of pink as he tried to strum along, barely keeping up but starting to remember. He liked that song, too...

But it was hard to play when all he could think of was the two boys dancing together.

-=[0]=-

Intermission was a nightmare, as Dipper insisted on getting popcorn. He and Quinton had been dancing for half an hour, and sweat glued his shirt to his pale skin. He needed some water, and some food. He'd sent Mabel to buy them hotdogs while he found his way to the drink stand, breathing heavily and feeling extremely claustrophobic. There were guys that would think a stadium of girls was paradise, but he wasn't one of those guys.

The only reason he hadn't left already was for his sister's sake- Dancing was torture on his already tired legs but it seemed Quinton was determined to keep him on his feet.

Also, the base player kept slipping up. It was funny, but he kinda felt bad- Nobody really cared or even noticed but he saw the horrifying shade of red he went every time. He could relate, always being teased for his own tendencies. It wasn't his fault he went crimson at every little jab.

But then he'd caught the guy's eye, and everything turned from bearably bad to much, much worse. He'd seen that look before, the look of confusion and helplessness that he could only shrug off or return. He wanted to tell the guy to relax, remind him that not a single girl in that hellish hall was paying attention to the base player, (though that could have some mixed effects) to smile back as if he was just as clueless as the rest of the teenagers.

The intermission had come on right afterwards, and now he didn't really know what to think. Would the guy be back on stage? Heck, he seemed far less plastic than any of the other guys, which made the whole experience at least entertaining.

But as he bought his water, he found his mind on the man for an uncomfortable amount of time. He was relatable, but he didn't even know him! He was dragged along to see a boyband, he didn't need this flashy figure to intrigue him so much. He had all the mysteries he wanted at home, under his covers and in his hidden journal.

So many secrets uncovered, and yet so many more to discover.

And according to his sister, so many more concerts to attend.

-=[0]=-

"Bill, are you sure you can..." Gideon put on a look of annoyance, masked vaguely by false concern. "Do you still want to-"

"OF COURSE I-" Bill was gritting his teeth in frustration, not believing how the band was acting. It was just one night, and they were all over him! He could do it, now that that boy would be gone. "Ahem, of course I do. There was... Nevermind, but it won't happen again, promise. Besides, that was a month ago! Same place, different vibes."

"If you're sure, then we won't stop you. We're just saying there's no shame in taking a break." Mermando had been quiet up until then, too worried to participate in the argument. "Not that you need one." He added quickly, offering a feeble smile. Deep down he didn't have any more faith in him than the others.

But then the phone rang, and they all rushed for it, forgetting about their worries.

-=[0]=-

Somehow Dipper found himself at another one of the dreaded concerts. The last one he'd been to had been a month ago, with the exact same band. A part of him was excited to see the base player again but he was still mad at Mabel for dragging him along again. When would she understand that he was happier at home, cuddled up with his journal?

But as soon as the band walked back onstage, his mind paused. The base player was back, now a little more dishevelled and shaky. His eyes were darting around, scanning the mob tiredly. He wore the same clothes as last time, but in his lack of confidence the gold to shine reasonably less.

Without thinking, Dipper raised an arm and waved at him, hand lost in the sea of countless others. His sister gave him a strange look, and he quickly shot it back down. "Wh-what?" He stuttered, blush rising to his cheeks.

"Oh, nothin'." She chuckled quietly, giving him a suggestive grin. "Just watching the bi-boy in his natural habitat..."

More shocked by the answer than actually angry, the boy's face went lobster red as he sputtered in confusion. "M-Mabel! What the heck, I'm not bi. What- What the h-hell made you think..."

"Just you're change in attitude, bro bro! Heck, I haven't seen you so social since last time I brought you here." She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly, but before he could object she was tuning him out in favour of goggling at Mermando.

The first song started, just an opening one to get everyone excited. It wasn't even their song, but it he instantly recognized it nonetheless. Heck, if he had to pick the least torturous of Mabel's IPod playlist it'd have to be this one.

He sang along under his breath, if only for the first few sentences or so. He didn't know all of the words, after all. "Oh no, here we go, hear your voice on the radio. Like every single song is about you." Okay, so maybe this time wouldn't be as bad as his last. Besides, Mabel was leaving him alone and what's-his-name and his sister weren't there.

"Every sec that we spent, like cement stuck up in my head, got me so distracted and confused." There was a new voice, much unlike the singer from before. Upon further inspection he matched it up with the moving lips of the base player, now smiling comfortably as he played along. His cheerful posture had returned, putting the boy at ease. Looks like things were better for the both of them.

"Baby, I think I've lost my mind, feels like you crashed into my life-" He continued, eyes still darting across the crowd in attempts to meet another glance. "I keep on losin' track of time, I'm so messed up..." His voice trailed off and before Dipper could even process what was happening his eyes had met the other's.

Not wanting him to mess up like he had before, he gave a toothy grin and nodded encouragingly. He wanted to cheer him on but the constant reminder of Mabel's teasing stopped him. Instead, he rose to his feet to stand beside her, not quite dancing but trying to look as happy as he felt.

The reaction he got was unexpected, an ear-to-ear smile stretching across the man's face as he recited the chorus. "I can't remember what I did tonight, or even yesterday! Like dude, where's my car? Excuse me, what's my name?"

The band was defiantly easier on the ears with this guy singing. Gideon was probably more experienced but he'd attend these concerts WILLINGLY if the base always took the mic. "Someone gave me these clothes, I can't remember who, my mind's a total blank!"

His eyes never strayed from the man onstage, giving approving nods every time the stare was returned. If only ever song was like this... "But I just can't forget about you, forget about you."

-=[0]=-

Bill was astonished. Why had the boy returned? After that first concert, he was sure his sister would let him stay behind. Even if she hadn't noticed the wrong notes, he defiantly had and the fact that he came back with a grin baffled him.

He wasn't complaining, of course. The kid was a sight for sore eyes, and he certainly needed some support after the onslaught of discouraging comments. Even Mermando looked unsure and that guy was usually pretty relaxed.

Now he was on stage, singing the opening song as he tried to pray his eys of the dancing teen. "Which way is up? Which way is down? Can't stop this room from spinning 'round. I'm floating high, high off the ground, caught in my head, can't get you out..." He let his mind lose itself to the music, actually enjoying himself despite the stakes. He wouldn't mess this up, especially not with the Pine-Tree-hat-kid watching. "I can't remember what I did tonight, or even yesterday! Like dude, where's my car? Excuse me, what's my name?"

He managed to look elsewhere, shooting charming grins at swooning girls. It was nice to be back in the spotlight, instead of hiding in the shadows of Gideon's enchanting voice. He ignored his urges to look back at the boy, knowing that somewhere in that crowd he was still watching and dancing with newfound light in his eyes.

He was a cute one, that was for sure. Heck, there wasn't any point in denying it. Although he never even spoke to him his friendliness was a given. He had the courage to attend a boyband concert, the compassion to help him out and the heart to make sure his sister didn't go alone. He didn't care if he was mute, or if his voice sounded like rusty nails, because words were only so much compared to the effect of actions.

But all of his attempts to describe the teen were shouts into the void, frantically trying to explain something they couldn't quite comprehend. Not only had they only met twice, but he didn't even know his name or why he cared to attend. For all he knew, it wasn't at all because of him, but at that point he didn't really care. The boy was smiling at him, and he'd do anything to keep him grinning like that.

His gaze finally broke free from the audience, and he allowed himself a final look at the boy.

"Someone gave me these clothes, I can't remember who, my mind's a total blank!"

It was like he never looked away, the kid still beaming like the sun. His face was far from yellow, though, instead stained a deep shade of rose.

"But I just can't forget about you, forget about you."

-=[0]=-

"Excuse me, oh, sorry, excuse me..." Mable had taken off without him again, claiming she felt sick to her stomach and they needed to get home immediately. Now, Dipper had no idea where she was and he was stuck in a mob of tall, tired teenage girls.

He lost his footing and fell forward, bumping into a lanky figure before he could compose himself. The man turned around sharply, his long coat swaying slightly. The boy looked up into the face above him, which the hood would've been concealing before. "Hey, watch where you're- Oh my god." The man's eyes went wide, so familiar and yet so...

Dipper fought of a scream. He'd just ran into the guy from... Was that really... He mentally slapped himself."OH MY GOSH, I'M SO SORRY!"

Bill's heart had gone from stopping to speeding up painfully. "Uh-uhm..." He had no idea what to do in this situation- He was just trying to leave for some fresh air, and he never expected to get his cover blown- Especially not by the Pine-Tree-hat-kid...

"Sorry, uh... Hey, you did great by the way. I liked the first song the best, actually." The boy grinned sheepishly, eyes casually avoiding the taller man's. "I'm serious, you're a really good singer- I love that song."

The musician snapped out of his trance, fighting off a blush in favour of comfortable conversation. "Aw, you should hear Gideon sing it!" He gave a quiet laugh, and was pleasantly surprised when the boy giggled along. He had a cute laugh, and it suited him all too well.

Dipper's face was firetruck red, and he silently prayed that the dim light of the stadium was enough to cover for him. "Heh, nah. His voice is a little too high for my preference. Anyway, thanks for the chat! I gotta go now, so... Bye!" He was desperate to get out of there. It felt too packed, and he couldn't go three steps without brushing up against someone.

"Hey, kid, I'm headed out too. Lemme walk you there, please?" The man didn't even wait for a response, wrapping an arm around the kid as casually as possible as they wove through the mob. He hung his head low to hide his face, though the black coat did wonders for hiding the rest of him. The boy would never admit it, but the feeling of the hand around his waist was oddly comforting.

It felt like one of those couple-hug-walk... Things, but right now he was too caught up in the moment to care. "Hey, you're..." He felt kinda bad, forgetting the man's name. He was so famous, and he was probably really offended and oh god why did I say that?

"I should be asking you that!" The man laughed, pushing the doors of the hall open in one swift swing. "I'm serious, though, who are you?"

The night air was a nice change compared to the stuffiness inside. It was kind of cold and pricked his skin, every breath like a puff of smoke. The stars were like glitter above them, the moon full and bright as a beacon. "Uh, do you really want to know?" He asked nervously, pointing to the sky.

The man followed his finger, a look of confusion waving over his cheerful expression. "Night? No, sky? Star? Moon? Uh..."

The boy shook his head, discarding the idea. "Dipper. Don't laugh- HEY- YOU ASS!" He couldn't help but laugh along as the man let out a series of teasing snickers, poking him in the side with playful force. "Okay, fine. What's yours?"

"Bill. Not exactly unique, but it's all I got." The answer was immediate, and without any enthusiasm. He seemed bored by the statement, but the boy was overjoyed to finally know the name of his mystery crush.

...WAIT, CRUSH? When the fuck did that happen?

Dipper's jaw was still open, a reply hanging on the tip of his tongue. He knew he was blushing all the way down his neck, and his hands looked reasonably paler from the sudden redirection of blood. Instead of the witty remark he had in mind, he shut his mouth and, in his dizziness, leaned against the man.

Bill tightened his grip around the teen's waist, wrapping his other arm around him to steady his balance. "You okay there, kiddo?"

Dipper wanted nothing more than to respond, but this sudden rush of teenage hormones was throwing any logical thoughts away. "Bill's a nice name." He mumbled, shifting in his spot to almost snuggle up against the taller man's chest. "Bill... Heh." He babbled incoherently, and for a second he felt as if he'd faint.

The musician was now flush up against him, hugging him closer. He seemed to be just as lost as the boy, the clean air of the outdoors strangely intoxicating. Call it the stars, moon or tranquil silence, but in the end you'll always think the same of it.

Because if you saw them, it wouldn't be hard to assume there were two lovers outside the 3LB concert.

-=[0]=-

"Dipper, I was waiting ten minutes! Where were you, let's go!"

"Y-yeah, okay... I'm feeling pretty tired too..."

"I'll drive fa- DIPPER, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK!?"


...What?

Oh, shut up. I'm saving the kisses for a future chapter. (No, not a part 2 but if 'yall want I can write that too)

Dipper borrowed Mabel's sweaters for a while after that, in case Stan saw. (Yes he got goddamn hickeys I was just too lazy to write their conversation and how it led to smooches...)

Anywho, see you guys tomorrow!

-Fly ;D