"Maybe this would be good?" I said, looking over the different clothes spread across my bed. I stood half-naked, my bra and underwear the only separation between my skin and the cold air. I had been thinking all morning about what to wear and needed to make a decision. I decided I was going to meet with Bill today, and wanted to look my absolute best.
"Or maybe this one? Or how about..." I had a ridiculous difficulty choosing clothes. I was making this far more tougher then it needed to be.
"Oink!" I looked down and saw Waddles right at my feet. The little pig snorted, as he gazed up at me with lovable eyes. I chuckled, and gently caressed his face. Waddle's chubby cheeks were so soft, and cute.
"Waddles, help me out, alright?" I asked him. With that, I tugged on my matchstick jeans and ballet flats. I slipped into a mustard colored sweater, and wrapped a scarf around my neck in a fashionable way. I looked in the mirror and examined my image.
"What do you think, Waddles?" I beamed.
"Oink! Oink!" He ran around, positively pleased.
After getting dressed, I went downstairs to eat breakfast. But with butterflies in my stomach and my head buzzing with possibilities, there was no way on Earth I'd swallow a bite, let alone a whole plateful. "Is everything okay, Mabel?" Melody asked. Everyone had nearly finished their meals except me.
"I'm not that hungry." I answered.
Melody reached forward and placed the backside of her hand against my forehead. "Are you feeling sick? Maybe you should go back to bed." Melody advised.
"No, no. I'll be fine. I actually have plans today." I announced.
There was a pause as everyone looked in my direction "What plans?" grunkle Stan asked.
"Well... " I averted my gaze. Should I tell them? "I think I'm going on a date..." I mumbled.
I glanced up, and caught Dipper and grunkle Stan exchanging the here-we-go-again looks they'd always exchange whenever I mentioned going on dates.
"Oh, really?" grunkle Ford smiled, his prominent eyes gazing calmly at me. "And who is this lucky young man?"
I grinned as I uttered his name. "Bill. He seems really interesting. I met him last night at the street fair. We talked for a little bit, and he-" I stopped when I looked at grunkle Stan. He was staring at me as if he expected me to faint or something. I suddenly felt a vague, niggling worry. "What's the matter, grunkle Stan?" I asked him.
He made agitated and serious face. "Bill who?" he spoke sternly. "What's his last name?"
The way he said it made me feel like I had said something horribly wrong. There was a seriousness about him that unnerved me.
"Oh, stop it Stanley." grunkle Ford interrupted. "Surely, you're overthinking this. I highly doubt it's him."
Dipper nodded in agreement. "Yeah, did you forget we destroyed him years ago?" Dipper added.
Their words really confused me. What were they talking about?
Soos joined the conversation. "Was he an evil triangle?" Soos asked.
I wore a puzzled expression. "N-no..." I replied.
"Like I said, there's no way it could be Bill Cipher." grunkle Ford said.
Bill Cipher? Who was that? For some reason, I couldn't remember that name.
"Okay, okay..." grunkle Stan sighed. This time, his tone was much gentler. "But I'd like to meet him at some point."
I was hesitant to answer. "Sure. I'll talk to him about it." I said, eyes unsure.
Introducing Bill to my family would be a huge step, and grunkle Stan wanted to meet him, for what reason, I had no clue. I wasn't planning on asking Bill that question today, not yet. It would be too soon to ask him such a thing. However, it was so unusual grunkle Stan's behavior. I felt like I had never seen him that way before.