Guess who can't name chapters? Yes it's me.

Anyway, I'm back with the next installment of trash. Seriously though, so many of you have read and followed, favourited and commented on this, and I don't know where you all came from or why you want to read the trash au, but thankyou so much?
Again, I hope you like, and I apologize in advance for any bad writing, ooc-ness or grammar mistakes!

Chapter 4

His first night of sleeping in the Mystery shack in three years, and Dipper didn't even make it up to an actual bed. The brunet managed to fall asleep halfway through writing a chapter of his book, and woke up early the next morning with his face pressed against the keyboard, his reading glasses sticking into his nose. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Dipper readjusted his glasses and winced as pain stabbed down his back, which was evidently stiff and aching from spending an entire night in a sitting position. This, however, wasn't an uncommon situation for the aspiring writer, and he knew exactly what he needed to jolt himself back to wakefulness. Coffee. Something- which a look around the kitchen told him- that the Mystery Shack was all out of.

Damn. A trip to Starbucks it was.

Taking out some more money from his bag, Dipper pulled a jacket around his shoulders, not even bothering to change clothes from the day before heading out into the main area of the town. He shoved his hands into his pockets to keep them from becoming cold as he walked; 7:30am was never the best time for warmth.

Dipper used his shoulders to push his way into the shop, already feeling slightly rejuvenated from the aroma of the coffee alone. He glanced over towards the counter and cursed internally at the sight of who was standing there. Of course it had to be the same attractive blonde-haired Barista that was there the day before. Running a hand through his hair awkwardly just causing it to stick up even more, he warned himself to not to stare at the Blonde, not wanting to risk the same embarrassment as he did the day before. Walking over to the counter, Dipper observed as the Starbucks worker looked up and fixed him with a golden-brown gaze, evidently waiting for him to place his order.

"Uhm, can I have an espresso please." Dipper could practically feel the blonde's gaze boring into him as he spoke, causing him to stumble awkwardly over his words. The barista nodded, collecting the money that Dipper pushed across the counter towards him, dropping the change into the brunet's palm, then he moved off to the side to make Dipper's drink. The entire exchange was completely wordless on the barista's behalf, despite the fact that he looked like the sort of person to enjoy conversation, and the silence just made things even more awkward for Dipper than they already were. It let more of his attention span to focus on the man's appearance; something that he really didn't want to do too much of, out of fear of risking a repeat of his trip to the Coffee shop the day before.

The blonde passed the coffee cup along to Dipper, winking as he did so. He was caught completely off guard and felt heat flush to his face as a response to the sudden yet simple action. He grabbed his cup quickly, then walked out of the shop, bringing it to his lips to take a drink, before noticing something written on the side of it. The same scrawling script that was on his cup the day before was there again, this time writing out a different message.

'I asked you a question last time, Pine Tree! Don't you know it's rude to not reply to people?'

Dipper had now managed to sum up three things from the brief meeting he just had with the blonde. One, the blonde barista was attractive. Two, he was also one of the most infuriating people Dipper had ever met. And three, it was far too early for this.

The brunet warmed his hands on his coffee cup as he walked back along to the Mystery Shack, his brain processes sluggish, the encounter with the 'Professional Asshole' barista only contributing to his steadily developing headache. As soon as he made it back into the Shack, Dipper flopped down into the chair that he'd fallen asleep in and drank his coffee quickly, the kick it gave to his system jolting him into a state of wakefulness that resulted in him feeling more like a human and less like a zombie. Running a hand through his hair to attempt to tame it into submission- to no avail-, the aspiring writer minimised the tab that held his half-completed novel in, and re-opened his internet tab. He scrolled through his emails first, realising that a few people had commented on and liked his video already. A sense of relief that people were enjoying and taking interest in the type of content he was producing filled him, and he made a resolution to go and film another video later on in the day, when he would be feeling more awake. Coffee may work well, but it wouldn't be enough to pull him into a presentable state before at least 1pm. Dipper decided to respond to the comments later, planning to go back to his writing, however, upon seeing that mIndscape had responded to his comment, he scrapped that plan.

Dipper had never expected that the masked youtuber would even look at his videos, never mind comment on one, and now that he had even gone as far as to respond to his reply, he was pretty shocked.

'IT'S ALL GOOD. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, SO YOU CAN TALK TO ME IF YOU WANT. AND THE STUFF ABOUT THE CLIFFS FALLING WAS INTERESTING TOO. THANKS FOR EXPLAINING AND GIVING ME MORE WAYS THROUGH WHICH I COULD CAUSE MASS DESTRUCTION.'

Dipper read over the comment, and, although the end of it was a little unusual, he found himself only focusing on the start. He felt slightly exhilarated as he read over it a few times in a row, just to clarify that he was perceiving it correctly. For one thing, mIndscape had called him interesting, and another thing was that he had said that he wouldn't mind Dipper talking to him, and that in itself was enough to distract him from the fact that the youtuber seemed to be collecting methods to bring about Doomsday. Dipper sat still in his chair for a while, trying desperately to think of a response that wouldn't make him seem awkward, or overly pushy, or suspiciously polite, wanting to create a good impression of himself. After a lot of writing and deleting and rewriting and deleting again, the brunet managed to conjugate what, in his mind, was a decent response.

'Well, I'm glad that I could help. It might be a little bit of a problem, getting them to fall, though. They do happen to be pretty sturdy, despite how fragile they look. Also, I'm glad that you find me interesting, although, I'm not sure I would say that I'm an exciting person to talk to. If you do want to talk with me though, then that'd be pretty great, I'd be really happy to talk with you.'

Pressing to send the message, Dipper pulled himself away from the internet, and went back to his writing, finishing off the chapter from where he had left it the night before. By then, it was a good time to eat lunch, which for Dipper, consisted of some doritos and a ready-made sandwich that he'd bought in the grocery store the day before. Finishing off his makeshift lunch, Dipper grabbed his bag of recording equipment and added a tripod from the gift shop, before settling down once again to write a script for his next video. The brunet settled on the glowing moss that resided around a cave entrance at the edge of the woods as the topic for his next video, and turned straight to the page holding the details upon it in the Journal, jotting down notes, then eventually a full, word for word script. Then began the process of memorizing the script, which involved a lot of pacing around the Shack, reciting it under his breath, until he had remembered it completely.

Deciding that he knew it well enough to shoot the video, Dipper headed out into the woods once again, the atmosphere almost magical as birds fluttered through the treetops, and pine needles shifted lightly under his feet as he walked. The paths through the woods were practically ingrained into Dipper's mind, and he found the cave with no problem, the bioluminescent moss becoming visible as he walked closer towards it. Unloading his equipment from his bag, he began the recording process, setting up the tripod, only to realise that one of the legs was broken, leaving it unable to stand properly. Dipper cursed under his breath, then walked off in search of a stick to act as a replacement leg for the tripod.

Returning with a branch and jamming it into the ground then balancing the tripod onto it, Dipper stepped back, satisfied with the fix for now. The video might be a little shaky due to how unstable the tripod now was, but it was definitely better than nothing. The filming process was similar to the last time- a lot of messed up introductions and stumbling over words, however the only completely disastrous thing that happened was when he was unable to detach the camera from the tripod to give a close-up shot of the moss, and the whole thing ended up collapsing, but even that was resolved pretty simply. Dipper soon ended up with another fully filmed video, and returned the equipment to his bag, before heading off back into the woods and towards the main town area. He had come to the conclusion that he needed more coffee, so instinctively headed back along to Starbucks.

Spotting that the Blonde Barista was still standing behind the counter, Dipper quickly pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen out of his bag, scribbling some words down onto it before he approached him.

'There, I'm replying to you now. Happy? Also, I'll have the same thing as I ordered earlier.'

The note in his hand served as a response to the Blonde's earlier comment written on his coffee cup, and as he approached the till, the barista looked up, and shot a smirk in Dipper's direction. The brunet placed the note on top of the counter, and the man it was directed at picket it up, skimming over it with his eyes, winking at Dipper the way he had done earlier, then moving off to make the drink. Once again, there was a note for Dipper written on the side of the cup.

'Well it took you long enough. I think you owe me an introduction- I haven't seen you around here before.'

The next few days were a pretty surreal experience for Dipper. His visits to the Starbucks became more and more frequent as an odd note-passing ritual started up between him and the attractive blonde who worked there, with Dipper sliding notes across the counter and the barista writing his response on the side of his cup in black sharpie. The Blonde rarely revealed any details about himself, and seemed to prefer to ask Dipper questions, seeming interested in his knowledge about the woods, often adding additional requests for explanations of the phenomena that the town held, to which the aspiring writer would gladly oblige.

The week also presented a few new videos on Dipper's youtube channel, some footage of the Five-legged deer and an explanation of the large cave filled with Amber-trapped insects joining his video of the Cliffs and the Glowing Moss. One thing that was consistent about the videos was that mIndscape commented on every single one, Dipper growing more confident about talking to the popular youtuber as he reminded himself that he happened to be a human too, albeit an infuriatingly puzzling one. It soon came to the point when the only comments Dipper really responded to were those from the masked youtuber, something which Mabel picked up on pretty quickly, sending him a long stream of Skype messages, demanding to know how he'd got mIndscape to talk to him.

A final surprise that the week held was that Mabel and Pacifica had sent him a set of hand-painted signs that they'd created for him to hang up to advertise his tours, and, by Friday, he had enough content to start running them for real. Taking small groups of people on trips around the cliffs and woods began to take up most of his day, leaving Dipper with only the night-time to work on his book, talk to Mabel and chat with mIndscape.

After he'd been back in Gravity Falls for a little over a week, Dipper finally managed to sort out a time to have a meal with Wendy and catch up on things. The two of them had headed along to Greasy's Diner at lunch time and sat and talked over a plate of pancakes, Wendy sharing details of what had been happening in the town while he'd been gone, and Dipper explaining what he'd been doing while he was away at University, and how he was halfway through writing his first novel.

"So, uhm, do you know anything about that blonde guy who works at Starbucks? The one with the 'Professional Asshole' badge?" When the two of them were finishing up their meal, Dipper's curiosity got the better of him, and he inquired to Wendy about the blonde barista that he'd been passing notes to for the past week, hoping that she could provide some more information on him. The red-haired female opposite him paused to think for a moment, before she spoke.

"Oh, you mean Bill? He moved here just a few weeks after you left. He's worked in businesses all over the town, but he kept getting fired- Starbucks has probably been his longest-lasting job placement so far." Dipper mulled the blonde's name over in his head a few times. Bill. It fitted surprisingly well, and Dipper was relieved to be able to put a name to the Starbucks worker's face. "He's pretty secretive- nobody knows what he actually does in his free time. He leaves work, sometimes goes to buy some food, and then heads back to his apartment. His curtains are always closed and I don't think anyone besides him has been inside where he lives." Wendy continued speaking. "He doesn't seem to have any proper friends either. He seems to be perfectly able to make friends; he just chooses not to. He's a little weird if you ask me." Dipper nodded in acknowledgement of the things Wendy had explained to him.

"Thankyou for telling me- I was just a little curious about him, that's all." Wendy's expression shifted into a questioning smirk as Dipper responded.

"Oh, don't think I haven't seen the two you passing notes back and forwards. It's painfully obvious that you like him- there's no point in hiding it." A teasing note crept into the redhead's voice, and Dipper glanced off awkwardly off to the side, feeling his face flush red at her playfully mocking words. Wendy chuckled lightly, then, dug into her bag, placing some money onto the table in front of her. "Here, I have to head off now, but I'll pay. It was fun catching up on things- we'll have to meet for lunch again soon. See you, Dipper!" with that, Wendy waved and left the Diner before Dipper could protest about her paying.

As soon as he'd paid for the pancakes the two of them had eaten, Dipper left the Diner too and headed along the street towards Starbucks, pulling out a sheet of paper and scribbling down a response to Bill's last message of 'So, Pine Tree, if you're a writer, then are you working on anything? If you are, then feel free to tell me more about it.'

'Well, I'm working on a book at the moment, but it's a secret at the moment, I'm afraid! All I can tell you is that it's based around supernatural things, but other than that, you're going to have to wait. Also, your name is Bill, right? Somebody told me that was it.'

Bill grinned at Dipper as he entered the shop, and instantly went to start making his drink before he even reached the counter, knowing exactly what he would order. Picking up the note as he slid it across the surface between them, Bill skimmed over his writing, a slight look of disappointment passing over his face as he read the part about him not being able to know the details of Dipper's book. The cup was slid along to Dipper, once again with the note scrawled on the side.

'Well, I guess you were going to have to figure out my name at some point, so yes, it is Bill. It's a shame about the book, but once you're done writing it, get me an early copy? Friends do tend to share things after all.'

After what Wendy said about Bill deciding not to have friends, the fact that he seemed to be the first person that Bill had approached as a friend in Gravity Falls made Dipper feel very special indeed.

Well, I hope you enjoyed your scheduled installment of trash, Thankyou so much for reading!