Chapter 3: Yellow
It wasn't a difficult time for the man to keep Dipper on track. Every once and awhile he would talk to Wirt more than trying to remember the Three Laws of Newton were.
"Okay, I think I got it now," Dipper announced. Wirt looked up from the bottom of the bed, lying down with practically half his body hanging over the side of the bed. It was noticeable that he was starting to drift off by how his eyelids drooped slightly. "Hm? It really took you fifteen minutes for you to memorize three simple things?"
"No, it took me fifteen minutes for me to memorize everything we went over in class so far," Dipper smirked at him. Wirt yawned and sat up on his elbows.
"Yeah, well that means we can hang out now. Where do you want to go? The bar still?"
Dipper closed his book and sat it aside before humming in thought. "We could, but you have to buy your own drinks." He chuckled softly to himself.
"Of course, of course. I wasn't expecting you to anyways. Since you'll be too busy buying every girl in there a drink." Wirt lightly nudged his leg as he smirked at him.
"Pfft, I doubt any of those girls would find me attractive. But hey, we'll see."
Wirt paused in thought but decided to keep his comment to himself. "Yep. Make sure to bring a coat. It's chilly tonight."

Once they arrived at the noisy bar in Wirt's broken down station wagon they both knew it'll be one hell of a night. It was a Friday night and there was a line outside the bar of about twenty people at least. On the other hand, a large group of drunk men and women exited the bar as they parked on the side of the street. Wirt and Dipper stepped out of the car and went to stand in line. Perfumes and cologne filled the surrounding air, burning both Dipper and Wirt's noses. Dipper particularly had his nose scrunched up with disgust. At least he wasn't able to smell the nearby dumpster from the perfumes. Wirt looked over to him and chuckled softly with amusement, "Well someone doesn't look happy."
"I'm not happy because it smells awful and my feet fell asleep and I don't want to do an Irish jig in public to wake them up," He said with an irritated tone, not bothering to make eye contact with Wirt as he kept his gaze ahead. They had been standing there for about ten minutes already. "Hey," Wirt placed his hand on his shoulder, gently forcing Dipper to look at him. "We could just go to the movies or go out to eat."
Dipper looked up at the taller male. The light from the light post above lit a dim light onto Wirt's face, making his features look bolder and stand out more. He hadn't noticed how smooth his skin looked before. Rounded chin, deep, large dark eyes- it all looked so... Appealing suddenly. Dipper oddly felt something form in the back of his throat and his cheeks warm up faintly as he looked up at him. Wirt's words broke the silence as his expression from soft changed to confused, "Dipper? Are you okay? You're just staring at me."
Dipper blinked and snapped out of his daze. "Oh, was I? I-I'm sorry. Um, what did you say?" he blushed a bit more out of embarrassment.
"Do you just want to go somewhere else instead?" he smirked amused at how Dipper lost his train of thought looking up at him. Hmm.. He wonders-
"Yeah," he smiled with relief, "sounds great." Just then they heard a familiar voice calling for them, "Hey, I know you two. Dipper and that fucking Wirt guy, huh?" the male voice slurred, obviously drunk. They both turned to the man to realize it was Bill. He currently had two women wrapped around in his arm on either side by the waist. He swayed to the side slightly, only being able to stand up with the two women. The girls both had short dresses that reached down in the middle of their thighs that squeezed to their body. It was noticeable that neither of them were wearing bras. Bill himself had visible lipstick on his face and neck and his hair in all directions, but still looked decent. "Ugh, Bill. You're so drunk." Dipper muttered before turning to Wirt, "Will you help me get him into the car?"
Wirt nodded, "Yeah, of course." Both of them approached Bill and the girls. Bill slurred, "What the hell are you two doing here?"
Dipper ignored him as he talked to the two drunk women, "I'm so sorry, but he has to go home now with us."
The two women laughed and moved away from his grasp. One of them reached up to his face and kissed him sloppily, "Well, it was fun hanging out with you Bill."
He smirked at her, "Call me and we can pick this up another time, baby" he winked at her. She giggled and walked back in with the other women. Dipper groaned and wrapped Bill's arm around his shoulder so Bill wouldn't stumble as he led him back to the car. Bill chuckled, "Oh, Dipper. Heey. Did you want some time with me too? There's no need to be jealous. I'll be here aallll night." He slurred.
Dipper rolled his eyes and huffed, "No, I'm taking you home and you're going to bed."
"Look at him. Being demanding and shit. How cute." Bill cackled. Wirt unlocked the car and opened the backseat door. Dipper led him into the back seat and buckled Bill before going to move up front. But Wirt's words stopped him in his tracks.
"Maybe you should stay back there and keep him occupied so I won't get distracted," Wirt suggested. Dipper sighed and agreed. He never liked drunks. Why did he suggest going to a bar in the first place?
As Wirt drove them back to campus Bill surprisingly just looked out the window in silence leaning on his hand watching the trees and pass by. He looked pretty tired, Dipper guessed that he was already getting a hang-over. Just then Bill sat up and turned to face Dipper who sat in the middle seat next to him. "Hey, I'm sorry about back there. That was really stupid of me to get drunk." Bill's voice was low, slightly less slurred together as before. He leaned on Dipper's shoulder as he spoke, "It's fine Bill." He replied simply glancing down at him. Bill closed his eyes and breathed lightly as he started to fall asleep.
Wirt glanced at the rear-view mirror and adjusted it so he could see them. He felt what he thought was jealousy, but quickly dismissing it, confused why he felt that way.

"Are you sure you can take him up yourself?" Wirt asked once they arrived at the dorm complex on campus. "Yeah, I'm sure. He's not as drunk as before, so he should be okay walking by himself."
Wirt gave Dipper an uncertain look but sighed, giving in. "Okay. Well, be careful and good night." Wirt went to get back into his car when Dipper gently placed his hand on Wirt's shoulder. He turned back to him to find himself in a hug with Dipper pressing his face into his shoulder. "Good night, Wirt," Dipper muttered, his voice muffled by Wirt's sweater. Wirt awkwardly hugged the small man back, his cheeks growing a bit warm. Dipper broke away from the hug and smiled up at him, "It was fun." And with that, he turned and went to join with Bill who was sitting on the staircase waiting for him. Wirt smiled softly and watched him go before driving off.

Once Dipper hauled Bill up to their room Dipper closed the door behind them. "Alright. It's off to bed for you." Dipper said pointing to Bill's bed. But Bill just stood in front of Dipper with his back turned towards him. "Uh, Bill? Bedtime." Dipper repeated slightly pushing him towards his bed. Bill barely budged an inch. It was silent until Bill spoke quietly a few moments later. "Dipper," He spoke, turning to him. "Do you... Do you like Wirt?" Bill asked as he gazed to the ground awkwardly, his face seemingly full of sorrow.
Dipper looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly how it sounds. Do you like him?"
"As a friend?"
"No. Romantically," Bill mumbled.
"Uhh. No." Dipper didn't know what else to say. He didn't know if he liked him that way or not. And if he did like him that way would Bill be disgusted by it?
Bill turned away again, "That's all I wanted to know.", he said before laying down in his bed.
Dipper was confused by all of this. Why did Bill want to know? Did he actually like Wirt like that? Would Bill gossip if he confessed that it turns out that he actually does? Dipper stood there dumbfounded for a moment as questions raced through his mind. He shook his head finding it no use to ask questions that he couldn't answer right now. So Dipper flipped the light off before crawling into bed. He stared up at the ceiling thinking about Wirt. The picture of Wirt standing in the dim light smiling softly down at him reappeared in his mind. He felt his cheeks burn faintly. Dipper smiled a bit before drifting off to sleep.

((Author's Notes: Hey, guys. Thank you very much for your support and what else do you want to see happen? And if you're wondering when someone will make a move, don't worry, it's coming soon. Thanks again, Happy New Year!))