It's His Turn To Comfort Him
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''You know, you can drive yourself there now that you have your driver's license.'' I blinked at him in the second seat, forgetting that. Right, I forgot I went over the summer to get it; guess I'm just used to asking people to take me everywhere. ''I just realized...'' I said quietly.
''It's alright. I hope next time you'll make use of it.'' He said.
Yeah... I will...
- Dipper's POV -
We soon arrived at the place, noticing the houses on the top of the hills. I wonder how this type of terrain has hills and a flipping jungle surrounding it. Sometimes I will never understand this place. ''Will you call me when you're ready in the morning?'' Grunkle Ford asked. I looked over at him.
''I will if it doesn't take me too long.'' I said, nodding.
''Alright.'' He nodded. I notice the nervous expression he gave me. I smiled faintly. ''I'll be fine, don't think I'll be walking after what came on the news this morning.''
''Alright, at least you know.'' He nodded. I nodded back to him before saying goodbye. I exited the car and gazed at the left house on the hill. I believe that's the one? It's plainer than the others as he described in the text. I hope I'm not wrong. I walked forward, throwing the bag over my shoulder, and approached the pathway that led to the door. I arrived, turning back to the car down below that began to drive off. He was making sure I made it to the door. I smiled faintly before turning to knock on the door. I stood back and waited patiently. Soon the door opened, revealing a woman in the archway. ''Oh! You must be the person Kahlil was talking about. Come in!'' She smiled before walking out of the doorway. I walked in, taking in the view of the room. I heard the door close behind me, making me flinch slightly. I stared at the different unique items on the walls and tables. ''I'll let him know that you're here.'' She said. I turned to her and nodded. She walked away and over to the hallway.
The objects on the walls appear to come from a different country, interesting. Even when the mother spoke, it was an accent that was far and out of the U.S. I turned my gaze over once the mother reappeared. ''You can go now.'' I nodded before moving the bag down from my shoulder and into my hands. ''You're living room looks lovely.'' I complimented.
''Thank you! Those items you see on the walls are from Egypt.'' She said.
I widened my eyes, surprised at the newfound discovery. ''Interesting.'' I muttered to myself before walking into the hallway. So he's Egyptian? That's pretty cool. I walked to the end of the hall, hoping this is the right room since I forgot to ask which door was which. I tensed a bit before relaxing. I knocked on the door before it opened itself on its own. I stared at it, getting paranoid. I watched it slowly open wide, staring at the left side of the room with no presence of his sight. ''You can come in, you know.'' I heard Kahlil say, coming from the right side of the room. I couldn't see that part of the room. I walked in, looking over at him. ''You thought a ghost open my door just for you?'' He asked quietly before I heard the door close on its own. I stared at it before turning my gaze back to him. ''Yes. Until I realized you had powers.''
I watched him chuckle quietly to himself before walking over to his dresser, which was messy. He shut his window before turning to me. ''You can get settled in.'' He said, walking over to his bed. ''Since you'll be staying here overnight.''
''I mean, you did invite me over.'' I said, setting my bag down next to the black rack. I stared at it, seeing it filled with old toys.
''I did, but that doesn't mean you need to stand there like an awkward child.'' He said, annoyance hinting in his voice.
''... You alright?'' I asked. I watched him sit on his bed and turn his gaze over to me.
''I'm fine. Don't worry.'' He said, looking away from me. I frowned before dropping the frown a second later. I turned my gaze away and viewed his room. There was much more stuff than there was in my room... me and my sister's room, correction... I furrowed my brows, feeling a small wave of depressing emotions overcome me. Then a memory dates back to me visiting this friend that I once had. Around 9th grade, I grew close with this person as we used to hang out almost every single day. That is... until 10th grade happened and... they weren't there anymore. Nor did they appear the next few weeks of school during October. I hope... I can see them again, but... I don't think I will. I noticed I was staring at the floor. I shook off the emotion and looked back up at the room. ''Nice room. Too bad, it's better than mines.''
''Ha. I wonder why.'' I heard him say.
''Well, I share it with my sister. Nothing wrong with that.'' I replied. Although, half of the time... there is.
''Must be a nightmare to handle her every morning, I assume.'' He said.
''...'' I kept my mouth shut this time around, hesitating to reply back to him. A nightmare... sometimes, sometimes not, but it used to not be that way. She is not a terrible person, just a misleading person who doesn't know the right information yet for particular topics.
''Does she get on your nerves?'' He asked.
''... Sometimes.'' I answered, turning my gaze over to him.
''Sometimes? Alright.'' He shrugged, turning over to his end table.
''Did you expect something else?'' I asked.
''Yes... but I guess it's not that bad for you.'' He said, looking back at me. Once again, he had this blank expression, the lack of emotions in his voice. It made me wary, yes, but... might as well get used to it. I decided not to talk again, feeling the last conversation I had with my sister crept up from behind me. I glared down at the carpet, wanting to crush something. I breathe in and out, calming myself down. ''Do you have extra bedsheets?'' I asked.
''Yes. There in the closet down the hallway. It's between my room and the bathroom's door.'' Kahlil answered. ''Gonna make a bed down on the floor?''
''Yes... just so I can take my mind off of something.'' I answered before turning around and walking out. I need to, so I won't have to think or react negatively. I walked over to the closet door, opening it. I stared up at the shelves of pillows, blankets, and bedsheets. I looked at the first shelf and grabbed the sheet, only to instantly melt into the softness of it. I widened my eyes in shock. How soft is this sheet?! Wait... I grabbed it and pulled it out, realizing I'm feeling two sheets at once. I looked embarrassed and put the other sheet back on the first shelf. I folded it back up and stared at the pillow shelf on the right side of the closet. I grabbed one and realized it's softness too. What is with the softness of these comfortable things?! I backed out of the closet and closed it before carrying them over to the room.
I noticed that Kahlil wasn't sitting on his bed, but rather next to his computer desk which is located on the right side of the room, opposite of his bed. I turned away and halted, staring at the carpet once more. I put down the pillow in a spot where it was out of the way. I turned and grabbed the sheet. I threw it out and lay it on the floor, folding it halfway through. ''You didn't grab a second sheet?'' I heard Kahlil ask. I stood up straight and looked over at him. ''... You were supposed to?''
He sighed before walking over to where I was. ''Well, if you want.''
''... Well, if you mean blanket in the second sheet, then I didn't.'' I said quietly.
''I'll get you one then.'' He said before turning and exiting the room. I took a look at the pillow, grabbing it, and placed it on the sheet's edges. I stood back up and turned my head over to Kahlil, who just entered with the blanket, that appeared to be blue with stars on it. Or... painted with galaxies ... Cool either way. ''Thank you.'' He said quietly.
''No problem.'' I replied quietly, watching him set down the blanket and then head over to his bed. I sat down slowly, wondering what we could do in this unadorned atmosphere we got going on.
''I'm not quite sure... maybe some games that I got in my closet. Although... I don't have the mood to play some at the moment.'' He said, appearing empty to the touch.
''The only thing on my mind is...'' I trailed off, staring down at the blue sheet. I know what I can do. ''Do you want to know why I'm nicknamed, Dipper?''
''... I thought you were by that nickname just because... I didn't realize there's a reason for it.'' Kahlil said, tilting his head in curiosity.
''There is! And I don't usually tell this to most people; I don't want to anyway, but why not? I trust you enough to not tell strangers of our own.'' I said.
''You want to keep this reason hidden?'' He asked.
''I'd like to.'' I answered. He shrugged and stood up from his bed, walking over to sit down next to me.
''Go on then, I want to know since you got me curious.'' He said with a small smile.
''Well... it all started when life was created-''
''Don't make it into a history lesson.'' He interrupted me.
''Well... what can you say when people give us life and somehow, just somehow, a baby ends up with a constellation shape on his forehead as a birthmark.'' I said, staring at him. He widened his eyes slowly, either the realization coming to his face or... just surprised.
''... The Big Dipper?'' He asked.
''Yes. It's... placed right on my forehead, and I don't know how life can come up with that.'' I answered.
''Life is weird. Don't dwell on it.'' He said. ''Like I don't dwell on my weird skin.''
''I won't, and hey, maybe it can be good in the long run.'' I said.
''Was yours good?'' He asked.
''I was nicknamed Dipper and almost forgot my real name, so... you have that.'' I said before watching him crack a chuckle.
''I guess that counts.'' He smiled.
''I guess. So... I have a question to ask you.'' I said, curiosity showing on my face.
''Yes...?'' He said, raising a brow.
''Are you Egpytian?'' I asked.
''Egyptian? Oh. My mom must have told you about those items in the living room. Yes, but only half Egpytian, but... how did you get this idea that I was?'' He asked.
''I was curious, like any other human.'' I answered. Mainly because she seems to be from another country, but... I could be wrong. Who knows.
''Don't be curious like the cat they tell in the stories now.'' He said.
''It won't kill me to know.'' I said, rolling my eyes.
''True...'' He muttered before the silence fell upon us. I didn't know what else to talk about; nothing else seems curious to know. Maybe enjoying the silence for a moment can be pleasing for once? I don't need to try and come up with a topic to talk about; I can just enjoy the silence as it once was. I turned my gaze at the pillow, staring at it. Sometimes it can be dull, but... maybe silence is all we need.
''I wouldn't dwell on it.'' Kahlil said, making me turn my gaze back to him. He looked nervous and was slightly hugging himself.
''Why? Is silence our enemy now?'' I asked.
''Well... it may not be for you, but for me... it's a different story.'' He said. ''It can be your friend in this case, but... when you don't hear anything and only the sound of the abyss, It's a living nightmare. Always flinching to know when the next time passes or when someone is going to come. When in reality, they do not, and it's always fooled me into thinking something good will come around. Eventually, it did, but... it carried... problems over land.'' At the beginning of his speech, his voice was shaking slightly until near the end, becoming shakier and hushed. I frowned a bit, feeling sorrow creeping up behind my back. I feel pity for him so much, that I want to know what happened to him. But... asking is... wrong. Asking that type of stuff is wrong; in this case, it is.
''... It's... not wrong. It's...- As you said, your curious like the other humans are.'' He stammered quietly, showing signs of fear in his eyes.
''Yeah, but... what I'm trying to think is that... I don't want to ask you just for you to describe what pain you felt. I don't want you to go through that pain again.'' I said, frowning.
''... That's... nice of you, willing to throw away curiosity out of the window for this.'' He said.
''Have you told anyone?'' I asked quietly, watching his expression appear surprised for a split second before going back to a sad look. He looked panicked in his actions, hesitated to tell me with a voice or shake his head with a yes or no. I don't care what actions you use, infact, you don't have to answer. He stared at me, shaking his head "no." I nodded slowly, turning my gaze away from him. ''... I mean-''
''You don't have to say anything after that.'' I said, cutting him off.
''... But... I kind of feel like I need to.'' He said quietly.
''Then... what were you going to say?'' I asked quietly, looking back at him. He stared at the blue sheets in silence, his eyes moving from one place to another. He looks like he was hesitating again, with little fear reappearing on his face again. ''I-I mean... it is the truth that... I hid this well from everyone else. I kind of... feel like... I need to keep hiding it... like... it's my purpose to keep it to myself.''
''... What do you think will happen if you told someone?'' I asked quietly, bringing a soft tone to my voice. Silence answered my question for a while before Kahlil opened his mouth to speak. I guess this is a difficult topic for him to get through.
''I think... that I may be in the wrong... and... he'll hunt me down.'' I heard the whimper in his voice this time around, widening my eyes in concern. Him? I shook my head before staring at the blue sheets. ''... I don't want that to happen... that's... that's why I never told anyone.''
''That's fair-''
''It's not.'' He said quickly. ''I don't like feeling this way, and I hate it.'' He hissed, aggression growing from him, suddenly making me feel a cold shiver down my spine. Soon it put me in this mood that felt forced. I looked over at him, eyes widened as if I was afraid of him. Why should I be? There's no reason to. ''Sorry.'' Soon the feeling went away, and I was left with confusion. ''...That happens sometimes when... I don't have control over my emotions.'' I heard him say.
''You can change the atmosphere around you?'' I asked.
''Kind of. It happens...'' He answered quietly, looking guilty. ''... I hate this. I hate every part of what's within me; I hate feeling this way too. Feeling afraid of a... person. Too afraid to say what type of person he is. I can't even say it myself!'' He grunted, irritation twisted on his face as he stared at the blue sheets.
''It's okay-''
''It's not. I know you do not feel or experience what I've been through, but it's not okay. It's never okay for me.'' He said, whimpers hinting his voice once more. ''... People keep saying it'll get better or it'll pass on just like that. For me, it never passes on. I have to suffer like this forever, and they never knew what it felt like. I... I just feel like I'm the only person dealing with this damn disorder.''
I want to open my mouth to speak, but... do I have a voice in this? All I want to be is supportive and be there for him, but... I don't know how to properly do that. Maybe just listen to him and see what I can do in my knowledge of it? That seems like the only reason here. I soon noticed tears falling from his face to the sheets. I frowned before looking away from him. Why can't I do anything? I can, but... my body won't allow it. My mind and soul want to hug him so badly, but if I do... does it activate his sensitive touch? I don't know, I don't know what to do. ''That seems... like a rough ride. With everything that's been going on, it's... maybe a living nightmare for some.''
''... It is...'' I heard him say quietly.
''Can I hug you?'' I asked, looking at him. He looked up from the sheets and over to me.
''You don't need to-''
''You need one.'' I said, cutting him off. He stared at me with his teary eyes, slowly crumbling down like someone who's been holding so much pain within them, shattering like glass hitting the ground. I scooted closer to him, waiting patiently for his answer. He shook his head, moving away from me. ''I don't. I can handle this.'' I frowned, holding back a sigh. I moved back to my spot and stared at him. ''Then, if you need me, I'll be here to listen to your problems, to your demons.'' I begin. ''In every way that I can to support you.''
''... T-Thanks.'' He said quietly.
''You're welcome.''
- Kahlil's POV -
I walked through the jungle, standing on branches that could break my fall, but they never let me fall to my doom. They can't; I'm more superior to them. I came across some tiny people, watching them do whatever their tribe does. I took a look around and stared at the beauty of it; the quiet, the peace, the positive feeling it made me feel. I wish I could just live here and forget all of the problems that haunt me. I looked back over to the mini people, only to realize their heads have been cut off. I widened my eyes in horror, backing up in fear. The branch underneath my feet broke and soon I was falling from the surface, diving into this abyss until I landed on a dirty ground. I quickly stood up and scanned my surroundings, noticing I appeared in a square looking room. I stared at the walls, painted with dried up blood. The floor had the same appearance as well, only the corners were bloodier than the other tiles.
What's going on?! I was just in the jungle! My mind screamed, fear hitting me like a train. I frantically looked around, searching for a way out, only to hear a creepy, familiar voice. I froze in my tracks, hearing it toy with me, throwing insults to my weak self and lowering my guard. I dared myself to look behind me, making my eyes grow wider than before. I stared at a man with a creepy face that haunted the hell out of me. ''I'm proud of you, my little one!'' The man chirped with the creepiness sliding into the tone. He took one step forward, making me walk backward into a wall, and I swear it was further away.
Soon I froze completely when an arm landed right next to me. ''Let's keep this secret between us.'' The man said.
''... I didn't do... I didn't do anything yet...'' I whimpered, fear slipping through my voice.
''I know you didn't, and I'm proud of you for not telling!'' The man chirped.
''... Then am I free?'' I asked quietly.
''Not after I give you your treat!'' The man smiled creepily, soon a twisted, perverted expression spread across his face. I shook my head slowly, wanting none of what about to come next. Soon I felt pinned against the wall, struggling to get free. I keep repeating no and no, over and over, trying to get him to listen. But... nothing... nothing...- it never works!
I shot awake from my bed, realizing I just screamed. I panted with my heart racing against my chest; I then realized my surroundings were turning completely gray. I widened my eyes, staring at the changes. No... no.. stop, please! I didn't mean to stop time! Don't stop the time! I noticed the original colors were coming back, making the grey disappear. I sighed before realizing the yellow light coming from my eyes. Soon my vision grew blurry as tears fell from my face. I begin to sob into my hands, crying quietly under this midnight atmosphere. I do not like feeling this way. I hate it so badly... I... I just wish... I acted differently!
''Kahlil?'' I jumped from the voice, widening my eyes in fear once more. I slowly turned my gaze over at the person who called my name, realizing it's Dipper. He appeared to be wide awake with a concerned expression. ''Is everything okay?''
I hesitated, looking away from him. Tears continue to fall from my face and onto the blankets. I don't know how to stop this; I was once okay, I was once fine! Why is this happening to me all of a sudden? I thought it was over! I thought... it was... over... The silence filtered in, making me shiver from it. I lifted up my head and at the clock on the wall. It showed it was an hour after midnight. I don't think I can sleep after this... I don't think I can sleep at all. ''... don't... mind me.'' I managed to speak.
''I'm not going to ignore this.'' I heard him say. Anger struck my face, pushing back the fear.
''I want you to.'' I said, turning to face him. He was located on his temporary sleeping spot.
''Kahlil, please...'' He said, frowning at me. I don't want you to get involved with my mess. I don't want to put you in danger.
''... I'm sorry, I-I can't.'' I said, turning my gaze away from him. My answer is final. I stared down at my blankets, gripping on them tightly.
''Okay. Wake me up if you need anything.'' I heard him say. Why do you want to help me? You thought it yourself, you can't help me. But you still do anyway. You don't need to do anything or return the favors, Dipper. I... I don't know what to... do... now. I feel so broken inside, can't even function right... and... my eyes are still glowing brightly as they are before. At least I'm not... stopping time itself. I felt my heart, still feeling it beating fast. I just need to calm down- I flinched and froze at a high pitch sound, almost recognizing it to be a metal object clashing with another one. Is he coming? He can't be... I didn't break what he asks for... he shouldn't... but I hear it... the sounds... it's all coming back like a wave. I looked around frantically, spotting darkness in the corner of my room. I quickly gazed away, hoping the man doesn't show up.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry... just... don't... hurt me when you find me... The silence lasted long and creepy, making me more afraid as to what's coming next. I jumped again when I heard the sound again, but only this time closer. No, no... no.. no... I-I can't take this... I-I can't take this! I turned and grabbed my pillow from my bed. I quickly stood up from my bed and over to Dipper, who was back to sleep, his back facing me. I sat down and placed my pillow next to him. I turned and grabbed my blanket off of my bed and pulled it over to me. I covered myself with the blanket, shaking violently from the sounds. I turned over to him, holding my breath. I let it out and shook him awake. ''Dipper?'' My voice was shaky and quiet.
I heard murrs and groans before Dipper finally woke up. I sat back and watched him rise up. He turned over to me with tired eyes before staring at me with a surprised expression. ''Need something?'' He whispered quietly.
I slowly nodded my head, pulling the blanket to cover myself completely, except for my head. ''What is it then?'' He whispered once more.
I looked down at the sheets, hesitated to speak what I wanted to say next. I shook my head before opening my mouth. ''C-Can I... can I sleep... with you...?'' I stuttered.
He nodded his head quickly, ''Sure you can! Anything for you.''
''...T-thanks... and... sorry.'' I said quietly, guilt already hitting me hard in the chest.
''There's nothing to be sorry about. You haven't done anything wrong.'' He said softly. I slowly nodded, avoiding to look at him. ''Come, lay down.'' I flinched when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I lifted my gaze up at him, widening my eyes. ''Relax, I'm not going to do anything to you.''
''... I-I know... I-it... was just... unexpected...'' I stuttered once more. Soon I did what I was told. I felt the softness of my pillow again, feeling myself lose consciousness once more.
''Never knew your eyes look so pretty like this.'' I opened my eyes wide and stared at him. He looked a bit embarrassed. ''Sorry.''
''... I-It's fine... d-do... you want me to change them... back to h-human?'' I asked quietly.
''It's fine. They're fine the way they are.'' He said quietly.
''... Okay.'' I whispered, noticing my eyelids closing on their own. Not until the faint metal sound rang in my head, making me flinch back to consciousness. ''I don't like this ringing...''
''Ringing...?'' Dipper asked quietly.
''... I guess... I can only... hear it... I think... I was hearing it all by myself...'' I stammered quietly.
''Did you try to listen to your breathing?'' He asked quietly.
''... No... I was going to... but... the sound stops me...'' I answered quietly.
''Can you try now?'' He suggested. I closed my eyes, attempting to distract my mind from the breathing that I was still having trouble with. Okay, relax... nothing dangerous is after you... except...- No, no, don't think that. He doesn't know where you are, and you are safe. ... If only I can feel safe. The silence entered in my mind, not making this... creepy feeling anymore but... dead silence. It still made me shiver every once a while, but... once I felt my hand being entwine with his, I felt something new overcome me. Probably sleep, since it wanted to take me down into its dark dungeons. But... I think... I felt... safe for the first time in a long while.
The sensation of touch was pulling me from the depths to reality. I grumbled quietly before flinching at another tap on my shoulder. Was reality sinking in too fast, and I just couldn't drown in my sleep anymore? I don't want to wake up at the moment. I want to continue this nightmare-less dream; it's been a long year since I had a peaceful dream. I squeeze my eyes shut before easing them and opening my eyes a little. Well, at least my eyes aren't glowing anymore... but where. ''..Uh... Kahlil?'' I heard my name being called nearby. I closed my eyes and let out a small sigh.
''Yes?'' I answered back.
''... I hate to do this... but can you please move...?'' Dipper whispered.
''I'm nowhere near you.'' I answered.
''But you are.'' He said. I opened my eyes, confusion spreading across my face. Soon realization came to my face as I noticed this warmth was coming from him. I was lying... more so cuddling with him on the bed that Dipper set up for himself. I slowly inch away and sat up half-way, staring down at his red face. I snorted. ''I didn't realize I was.''
''... Well, you can't control what you do when you're asleep... so it's fine...'' He said nervously.
''Yeah, but you didn't need to be so red.'' I snickered.
''Don't start it. I lay there for almost 5 minutes, trying to figure out how to move without waking you up!'' He snapped at me.
''Hey! No need to get snappy at me, Mr. Grumpy Pants!'' I snapped back, rolling my eyes afterward.
''Sorry if my "grumpiness" is showing.'' He grunted, slowly sitting up. Although I heard the sarcasm in his voice.
''You'll be fine!'' I said, sitting up as well.
''Says the one who started-''
''Hey. I don't want to hear your childish behavior like you do with your sister.'' I said, cutting him off. I stared at him with a firm look. He looked away from me as I saw guilt rising within him. I sighed and shook my head. I don't want to hear none of it. I got up and stood on my feet before grabbing my blanket and carrying it over to my bed. I heard Dipper say he'll be using the bathroom to change. I didn't mind it at all; enough time for me to get change. Though... he does have a cool looking scar on his left eye, wonder if he knows about it.
I finished setting up my bed and went to change. Just some fresh clothes, that's all. I threw the dirty ones in my laundry basket before gazing over at the door being knocked upon. ''You can come in now!'' I called out, walking back over to my bed. I sat on it and watched "Mr. Grumpy Pants" walked in and closed the door. Once he settled down, he faceplanted onto the big white pillow. I perked a smile on my lips, wanting to ask him something. ''Hey, nice scar you have there.''
''What scar?'' I heard him mutter through the pillow.
''On your left eye.'' I said. I watched him sit up slowly and lifting a hand to feel his left face.
''My eye patch wasn't on the entire time?'' He asked.
''... Did you think it was?'' I asked, tilting my head. He's been getting those thoughts about not realizing his eye patch is on there or not... makes me wonder something about his left eye...
''Yes... Why do I think that it's there when it's not?'' He asked, appearing to be annoyed. ''What's going on?''
''I don't know, you could be blind in that eye for all we know.'' I said, shrugging.
''... You know, that makes a lot of sense now.'' He said, looking up at me. ''I... wonder how that happened.''
''Don't ask me; I'm not the doctor expert on this.'' I said.
''Don't think we are anyway. I could get this checked and cleared, but... it's not really doing any harm to me at all.'' He said.
''So far, you've been doing fine without one. Let's just say... it's been like 2 to 3, maybe 4 weeks since the incident? Surely, it's been doing fine. Just... didn't want to work properly. But hey, at least you have your other eye.'' I said, blinking.
''That... works...'' He grumbled. Cheer up, at least you can still see. Besides, you've been wearing the eye patch, so clearly, your used to be one eyed.
''At least you look hotter with it~'' I smirked.
''Kahlil, it's in the morning time! Now's not-''
''I can flirt with you whenever I can so deal with it~'' I snickered, cutting him off. Dipper looked like he was regretting this relationship and everything, but that kind of hurt, ya know? I narrowed my eyes, glaring down at him. ''You don't like it?''
''... There's no need for the glare. I didn't say anything about you doing whatever you do.'' He said quietly.
''I feel like there was.'' I grunted, annoyance twisting on my face. He stared at me before realization came to him.
''You know I don't mean that, don't take it literally.'' He said, sounding a bit annoyed. I guess I was being a bit immature there. I also have too much energy that I decided to waste it on something useless. I ease my stare and behavior, returning back to my blank expression. ''Alright, I won't.'' He then looked away from me and over at the door. I gazed away, getting some few hints of his thoughts that were negative and... insulting himself again... I swear, this power will be the death of me. I don't like invading minds at all, but I sometimes accidentally slide with it. It hasn't become a problem yet, so I hope it will not be soon.
''Well... I might as well get ready.'' I heard him say.
''Not going to eat first?'' I asked, looking back at him.
''Hmmm... I don't want to ask for too much.'' He said quietly, looking to be uneasy. I raised my brow, assuming his behavior to be suspicious. ''So, I'll start packing up.'' I stayed quiet, not voicing my opinion. I tried so hard to not look at what he's thinking, but then again, I can't even switch this power off. Although, whenever I look back to him, he's not... thinking nothing. Not even new or old ones coming to his mind. Is he holding himself from entering into his brain again? I narrowed my eyes before shaking a thought off. I'll ask later; right now, I want to pretend everything is okay.
I leaned on my dresser, staring out of the window before turning over to Dipper's voice. ''My great uncle should be here by now.'' He announced, looking over at my door. I shrugged and stood off of the dresser. ''It was nice staying overnight and... that embarrassing moment.''
''No one was here beside us, Dipper. There's no need to be embarrassed!'' I snickered, walking over to him. Although... it hurts when I laugh as if nothing is wrong.
''Yeah, I couldn't hold in my emotions.'' He said quietly.
''I know you can't.'' I smiled, halting at his side. He had his phone out as he stared down at it. A smirk perked on my lips. I inched closer and rested my head on his shoulder, looking over at the texts.
''What are you doing?'' He asked, unfazed by my actions. I huffed and grunted in my failure. I lifted up my head and stared at his gaze. ''I dunno... something~'' I said.
''You were trying to do something.'' He grunted, before dropping the glare. ''Anyway, he's here, so I should be going.''
''... I think you forgot something.'' I said, making him halt in his steps. I strolled over to him slowly, holding my hands behind my back.
''Forgot? Oh-'' Before he could finish his sentence, I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
''This!'' I chirped, smiling proudly. I watched him blush as he looked away with a half smile.
''Aren't you being sneaky this morning.'' He mumbled quietly.
''Now's not the time to make your great-uncle wait on you.'' I snickered.
''Alright... By the way, your welcome for last night.'' Dipper said before turning away and leaving the room. I stared at the wide open door, watching him go. I blinked, processing what he meant. I soon smiled softly, feeling warm inside.
You're a good boyfriend for that.
End of Chapter 39