Author's Note- Okay, so, this is really fun to write! I really hope you guys like it!

Mabel's POV

I scream as they fight to hold him in. How did everything go so wrong, so fast? Was it really just yesterday that we were walking through the park, and he told me he loved me?

"Stop! You're hurting him!" I shriek, but Dipper is the only one who pays me any attention.

"I WILL break his hold on you, I promise! I know you're still in there Mabel!"

"I'm right here!" I scream at him. I push forward, trying to break the circle, but I can't. I can't believe this…

Another nightmare. This one is new.

"Mabel, what's wrong?" Dipper asks.

"I had a nightmare, and no, I don't want to talk about it," I tell him. "Sorry I woke you up."

"It's okay," he grins. "I was reading." He shows me book 3, and a page with Bill Cipher on it, surrounded by symbols. "Check it out, I never noticed this page before!"

"That's weird," I say. "How many times have you read that book?"

"Um… lost track at 438," he says, grinning sheepishly. "This page wasn't there before."

"Hmm, so…" I look at the symbols. "Hey, look, there's a shooting star and a pine tree! That's us, right?"

Dipper's eyes widen. "You don't think…"

"All of these symbols are people? Actually, yes, I do. Look, there's the symbol from Grunkle Stan's fez, and a question mark- Soos, right? - and I think that's the heart from Robbie's sweatshirt, isn't it?" I quickly deduce.

"You're right…" Dipper says, looking uncomfortable. He always looks uncomfortable when I turn out to be smart. He likes to be "the smart one," and that's okay. I don't really mind playing dumb. It's more fun!

Bill's POV

I'm nervous. What if I can't pull this off? I wasn't lying when I called Mabel beautiful. She's really grown up. The long, tangled brown hair… the sweater that has gotten far more form fitting… and the form it fits isn't half bad. Wait, what am I thinking? I sound like a horny teenage boy! I'm an all-powerful dream demon!

It's getting hard to remember the reason I'm taking Shooting Star out, though; all I can think is: I am taking a beautiful girl out to the movies in a few hours and I am nowhere near close to ready. What movie should I take her to? Why didn't I ask what movies she liked? I can't take her to see Dream Boy High 4! That would be idiotic, I can't sit through that. Would she like Ruins and Mystique or Racetrack of Life better?

It's almost funny how dumb I am.

Mabel's POV

I pull on a tank-top sweater that says, "Call Me," pink skinny jeans, and try to control my loooooong hair by twisting it up. I slip on some blue ballet flats and tie a necklace with a pig charm around my neck.

"Do you think William will like it?" I ask Dipper.

"If he doesn't love you, he's an idiot and I'll kick his ass," Dipper says confidently. Dipper has beaten up a lot of my past crushes back home, so I believe him. He's a pretty tough guy. I'm glad to have him as a brother.

"Hey, are you still into Wendy?" I ask.

"Sure, why?" he answers nonchalantly.

"Remember how you took off your shirt to cut up that wood yesterday? I saw her ogling your abs." Dipper laughs. He's gotten that a lot. It's so weird.

"As long as this William doesn't ogle you," he says, a dark note in his voice. "Or he's going down."

The doorbell rings.

"OH MY GOD IT'S HIM!" I scream. "WHAT DO I DO?"

"Calm down?" Dipper offers.

I take a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I'm calm." I open the door to see William Sloan, now in a yellow t-shirt and black jeans, holding out a bouquet of amazing flowers that I have never seen before.

"For you," he says, only not the way Lazy Susan says it, but in a romantic, dead sexy way. I take the flowers. "You look amazing, by the way."

"Thanks," I giggle. "You too."

"I rented us a limo, hope you don't mind," he says, leading me to a long, yellow limousine, and opening the door for me to get inside.

"Wow," is all I can say. This is pretty incredible. Not even Gideon rented a limo to take me out. Also, I hated Gideon.

"So, what would you like to see?" he asks.

"Do you like thrillers?" I ask.

"Somewhat."

"Skeleton's Closet?"

He looks surprised, but happily so. "Done."

Bill's POV

Yeah, classic Maybelline Pines, choosing the one movie I would never have dreamed of taking her to, but had kind of wanted to go to myself. I get us the tickets, as well as popcorn, Junior Mints, Sour Patch Kids, and Pitt Colas.

"Butter or no butter?" I ask her.

"Butter," she says. "I know, I know, it's bad for you, but-"

"Large popcorn with butter," I tell the cashier. "I'm not going to judge you," I tell Mabel. She smiles, and then she's kissing me. Nice one Sloan. Cipher! I meant Cipher… oh who cares? She's kissing me, I'm kissing her, people are clearing their throats and telling us to get a room, and that's all that really matters right now.