Author's Note- Okay, okay, Mabel is being very oblivious in this fanfiction. The idea is that she kind of gets a little crazy when she is in love. Bill is using this against her. William… well, you'll see.

Mabel's POV

Dipper grabs my hands and pulls me into the circle. I am fighting him tooth and nail, but he is too strong, and too certain that he is doing the right thing. He can't understand. He refuses to believe that the stupid journal was wrong, and that William is still in there, fighting, winning even, against the demon.

"Let me go, Dipper, please, you're hurting me," I sob.

"That isn't me, Mabel, that's him," Dipper says. "Bill Cipher is controlling you!" He is unrelenting, and steadfast. How could my own brother do this to me?

I wake up, this time without even a scream. I've gotten used to the dreams, and they hardly even scare me anymore. I think about William, and Bill Cipher. It's strange. The first time I met William, he was dressed in a tailcoat and top hat, and a bowtie. I didn't think much of it at the time, but he looked a lot like Bill Cipher. Then, he called me Shooting Star. I played it off as a coincidence, but what if…? Then there was the fact that he seemed to have endless funds, and yet, no cell phone. He even said he had secrets.

No, it's impossible. Bill Cipher couldn't kiss like that. Bill Cipher would not have given me a bracelet; he would have given me deer teeth or something. And to top it all off… I am in love with William Sloan. I wouldn't fall in love with someone who tried to kill me… would I?

The thing is, the more I think about it, the less it seems to matter. If William Sloan is Bill Cipher, then I guess I'm dating Bill Cipher. I'm a fifteen-year-old girl dating an I-don't-know-how-old dream demon. Who cares? He makes me happy. Is that not what really matters? Call me insane, call me naïve, call me whatever you like, but I really don't care if William is a demon or not.

Bill's POV

I see Mabel sitting in the clearing, reading. She looks completely at peace, with her pet pig curled up next to her. She really is beautiful. She's also kind, and fun, and maybe the only person on Earth who can surprise me. Plus, she's a really good kisser… I'm not going to end up being able to hurt her, am I? Stupid human emotions… messing with my plans… making me feel happy, truly happy, for the first time since I was maybe 13 years old…

"Hey," I say with a smile, coming out of the trees. "Fancy seeing you here."

She looks up at me with such honesty in her eyes. "You know," she says, "I've decided something. I don't care what your secret is. I know who you really are, on the inside, and you're a good person. I just want you to now that. So, you don't have to tell me, because whatever it is, it wouldn't change the way I feel about you."

I laugh, and sit down next to her. "That's good, because I'm not telling you."

"I'm okay with that," she says, and she leans in and kisses me. Wow. Guilt is one emotion I could do without. Only, she isn't trying to guilt-trip me. She's trying to let me off the hook. That makes it even more of a guilt trip.

"Mabel?" I say tentatively.

"Yes?"

"I think… I think maybe I should tell you. Maybe," I stammer. Me, stammering. What is going on?

"You really don't have to," she says quietly. "I mean, I have some secrets, too."

I sigh. "I don't need to tell you, but I want to. I like what we have, and I didn't want to admit it to myself before, because I thought I was being smart, but I'm not, and I don't want to be smart anymore."

"That made no sense," she tells me.

"It will in a moment," I say.

Mabel's POV

So I accidentally used reverse psychology on my boyfriend. Wow.

He stands up, and closes his eyes. "Just, don't freak out," he says. He snaps his fingers and blue fire rises from his hands. He hovers off the ground as the fire transforms into a pony. "She's all yours," he says, nodding towards the pony.

"Thanks," I say, still a little bit in shock. Yes, I thought about William being Bill, but I hadn't been seriously considering the possibility. It was more like one of those hypothetical scenarios you imagine when you're lying in bed, with nothing else to do.

"I came here to trick you," he explains. "See, I could never figure you out. You have this crazy beautiful mind that I can't understand. I thought that if I could stop you from stopping me, I would be invincible. He problem was… well, I'm really not a dream demon when I'm in this form, I'm human, complete with human emotions. I lo- like you, Shooting Star. A lot. I can't hurt you anymore."

This wows me. He practically said he loves me, and I can hardly believe it. This is almost like a soap opera. I grab his collar and kiss him.

He seems to like my reaction very much.