I grabbed the blanket off of my bed and made my way back downstairs, deciding that I would settle in on the couch and unwind. I made myself a nice hot cup of tea, shut all of the blinds and curtains so that the house was dark, turned the air down to 68 degrees and headed into the living room. I popped "Insidious" into the DVD player and sprawled out on the couch, wrapping myself up in my thick comforter and getting as comfortable as I possibly could. I knew that it probably would've look pretty strange to anyone else, watching a horror movie to relax, but paranormal horror was by far my favorite genre. It didn't actually scare me as much as interest me; I'd lived through things that some people couldn't even imagine seeing on the silver screen. So while some of the more intense ones did freak me out on occasion, I did love to watch them when at all possible, because overall they did have a weird way of making me feel calm. Probably because weirdness and the paranormal were my forte, so to speak, and being around them made me feel like I was in my element.
It was a nice feeling, having the house to myself. The room was dark and cold, just how I liked it. The tea was sweet, the blanket soft. The rest of the house, nice and quiet. I sighed contently, my blanket wrapped around me like a cocoon. There was one thing on my mind, however; while being alone was calming, I couldn't ignore the slight empty, almost sad feeling seemingly buried deep in my chest. I knew what it was, I just didn't want to admit it. My pride wouldn't let me. I just couldn't come to terms with the fact that I actually missed that stupid demon, wanted him to come back. A picture flashed into my mind, one of him and I curling up together to watch movies instead of doing it by myself. "Stupid Bill…" I murmured as I quickly shook it off, instead focusing all of my attention back on the paranormal horror flick at hand. It was very interesting, literally keeping me on the edge of my seat and actually managing to make me jump a few times. It was about a kid who could astral project, and who'd managed to draw spirits to his body when he'd accidently projected too far one night and could no longer find his way back. I guess the threat of having your body taken over by an evil entity was just something that resonated with me. I made a face at that thought, my mind wandering back to the very person I was trying to distract it from.
"Seems like someone's missed me." I jumped, a small scream escaping my lips regardless of my attempt to suppress it. I'd been leaning forward, the current scene keeping my eyes plastered to the screen as it built up tension, and the voice had whispered into my ear right as a loud cacophony of piano keys sounded. I immediately grabbed the first thing that I could get my hands on, a pillow, and swung around, hitting him as hard as I could with it. "God damn it Bill, don't do that!" I seethed, glaring up at him and watching as he nearly doubled over in laughter. "But your reactions are just too hilarious, I had to!" With that he hopped over the back of the couch and landed in the spot right next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders almost instantly, leaning toward me in a way that blocked my view of the movie and made it so that all of my attention was on him. "Uhm…can I help you?" I tensed up a bit, his eyes somehow both mischievous and flirty as they locked with mine. He leaned forward even more and I couldn't help but lean back, pressing my back against the arm of the couch as I scooched away from him. He huffed at this, his expression changing to one of frustration. It wasn't like he was angry or sad, he just looked really…irritated?
He was just staring at me with that look, almost like he were waiting for me to do something. I didn't know what to do, though, so I just stared back in confusion. We sat like that for a few moments, the sound of the movie still playing in the background, and I had to admit that I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. He huffed again, and before I had the chance to ask what was wrong he crashed his lips to mine with so much force that he nearly knocked me off of the couch. My eyes went wide, my hands instinctively darting up to his chest as I pushed him back a bit, "W-what are you doing…?" I couldn't do this, not again. I could not allow myself to do this with him. Not with him.
Hurt and dejection slowly began to seep into his eyes, an extreme feeling of guilt washing over me as I remembered he could hear my thoughts. Damn it. His expression changed back to one of frustration, almost like flicking a switch…but this time I saw something in those eyes that I wasn't expecting. Desperation. "Why are you fighting me so hard?" He suddenly yanked me forward by my leg, not hard enough to actually hurt, but hard enough to move me so that I was now laying on the couch. Once again, before I even had the chance to respond, he was on me. His body pressed down into mine, his tongue forcing its way inside my mouth and making me gasp out in shock. The way that his tongue moved against mine…it felt like want. Like desire. As if he put all of the yearning I didn't know he had into the kiss. As if he were trying to prove something to me. As cool as the room had felt a moment ago, it now seemed as though the temperature had gone up about 20 degrees. I tried to hold back the moan I felt at building up inside me, but I just couldn't help it. And that's when I realized I wasn't fighting back.
He pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting between us as I panted softly, our eyes meeting once more. He looked at me through a lidded gaze, his eyes swimming with lust and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "Dipper…" I couldn't help but hold my breath, my body beginning to shake at the sound of his voice saying my name with such…emotion behind it. He looked as though he had something he wanted to say, something important. One of his hands slid up to rest at the back of my head, fingers tangling loosely in the brown locks. "I—"
"Hey Dipper, you in there?" Bill's eyes suddenly grew wide and panicked, cursing under his breath as he moved to get off of me. It was Ford, and from the sounds of it he was coming right toward us. I watched as Bill quickly jumped over the back of the couch, a clearly annoyed look on his face before bolting in the opposite directions, the sound of his footsteps fading up the stairs to the attic. Ford entered right then, and I couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh of relief that Bill had gotten away in time. "Y-yeah, what's up Ford? I didn't realize you were home, I thought you went out with Stan earlier?" He stretched and shook his head as he stopped in the doorway, "Nah I decided to stay back, get some work done. I thought I heard voices though so I came up to check." I gulped slightly before motioning over to the movie that was just ending, hoping he would buy it, "Oh yeah I've just been watching this, so that's probably what you heard. Actually just finished though, so I'm probably gonna head back up to my room and grab a nap." I flicked off the TV before he had a chance to question it, scooping up my comforter in my arms and beginning to make my way towards the stairs. "Yeah, I should probably get back to it," He turned, clearly not suspicious in the least bit as he waved over his shoulder at me, "Just holler if you need anything!"
I let out another relieved breath as I practically ran up the stairs, throwing my door open and stepping inside before shutting it behind me. I found Bill sitting on the left side of my bed, one knee up and his back pressed against the wall. He was seemingly biting down on the tip of his thumb, a look of both deep thought and frustration on his face as he stared off at nothing in particular. "Uhm…Bill?" I cautiously made my way over and dropped my comforter back down onto the bed next to him, "Is everything—?"
"You're family has the worst timing in the history of the entire universe, Pine Tree. They just love to interrupt, don't they?" He wasn't actually asking, but thinking back I had to admit he was kind of right; since he'd shown up I couldn't even count the number of times we'd been disturbed by someone so far. But I mean, knowing my family it wasn't really that surprising. He continued to stare off, and for a while I wondered if he even realized I was still there. He was practically fuming. I slowly and warily sat down next to him, pulling my legs up on the bed and leaning toward him a bit to try and get his attention. When that didn't work, I raised my hand up and placed it gingerly on his shoulder, trying my best not to set him off, "Are you…okay?" Finally he turned his attention back to me, his gaze softening as he released his thumb and instead brought his hand down to rest on my thigh. I watched as the raging fire in his eyes began to cool down, a small smile making its way onto his face instead. "You're so cute, my little Pine Tree." His thumb moved back and forth, beginning to rub small circles on the inside of my thigh, "You try to hide it, but the truth is you really do care for me, don't you?"