Pov Dipper

The school decided it was best to give everyone a small break because of what happened. Everyone seems stressed out and they didn't want everyone to be jumpy during school. It was a good choice.

I guess everyone needed it and I kind of do because they started to hurt the people I love very much and just innocent people.  Mom told me she was there, but she was healing people so she couldn't see me.

Why do these people want me, well angel's in general? I hope they weren't the same people as before. I'm still scared... but I don't show it that often.

"Dippy?" I saw Mabel peeking through my door.
"What's up?" I smile softly.
"Mom and Dad said we can have friends over," Mabel mumbled.
"Sure!" I got up and took a deep breath, "We can have a little party with friends for therapy purposes."
"Okay," Mabel sounded confused.
"Just trust me," I said, "We all need this and I have lots of pillows!"
"I kind of thought you'll be traumatized after that," Mabel confessed, "LIke last time."
"I'm just thinking about the positive," I said, "Plus... It wasn't as bad as last time."
"Really?" Mabel questioned, "I thought it would since we came to the conclusion that it was the same people that came after you."
"W-What?" I muttered.
"We never told you, didn't we?" Mabel said.
"NO!" I shouted.
"Surprise,"  Mabel made jazz hands trying to make this situation better, "I'll call everyone for the thingy."

Mabel quickly left my room while I just stood there paralyzed thinking about what happened yesterday and what happened that day. Maybe Mabel is wrong about this...

I sat down on the floor and hugged my knees thinking about what happened. Are they going to hurt everyone I care about? I closed my eyes and thought about the what if's.

Dipper?
"What do you want?" I muttered.
You don't have to be a dick.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I just have lots of things in my mind right now."
You don't have to tell me twice because I'm you. I know what you're thinking about and it bothers me too.
"Really?" I said.
This effects me too Dipshit.
"You don't have to be mean," I mumbled.
Sorry, it's just those people want us and it's weird.

I started to speak in Latin because it made me feel safer in a way. I don't know why it just does. I looked at my ceiling and sighed.

"I wish they never wanted us,"
I'm scared...
"I am too," I answered while hugging myself.
I-I don't know how to feel about anything...
"What's going to happen to us?" I wanted to know.
I don't like feeling fear.
"Ha...It's never nice," I chuckled awkwardly.
Why is it painful?
"Why do you give me nightmares?" I blurted out.
I-I don't know.
"You don't have power over that?" I asked.
No, I actually don't.

"I guess we can both figure out together uh?" I smiled softly.
Hahahahah...

I felt dark tears stream down my face and I was confused because I didn't feel like crying at all. I didn't even know that tears can turn dark, well, there was that one time with mom. She started to cry out of nowhere and it was the same color.

"What's going on?" I muttered.
I-I'm confused and scared, but you saying that makes me feel hope that people can see me more than something bad.
"You're crying," I crawled over to the mirror in front of my door.
Sorry...
"It's okay," I mumbled, "I cry when a dog dies in a movie."

I kept staring at the dark tears slowly streaming down my face and then remembering mom crying out of nowhere. Her other side was just sad...

I looked at my fingertips and they were black and I was playing with my shirt like I would do when I was actually sad. I would play with my sleeve or my shirt because it made me feel comfortable with myself.

"You do the same things that I do," I smiled for reason.
I do...

I hear the door creak open and I turned around to see Bill in the doorway. It happened so quick but at the same time, it didn't for me. I felt his warm embrace around me as he hugged me tightly.

We were both on the floor and I hear him whisper to me, you're okay. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck and smiled.

"I'm okay, Bill," I muttered.
"I hate being worried," Bill placed his hand on my cheeks, "I had a bad dream and you were hurt."
"It was just a dream," I told him, "I'm still okay."
"Just wanted to see if it was a dream," Bill told me.
I noticed that Bill was wearing a backpack, "I've never seen you with a backpack even in school."
"I wear one to school it's under my desk," Bill answered, "All the time."
"Sure," I said.

Bill lets go of me and takes off his backpack. He looks hesitate to give me something that I'm now curious about.

He opens it and says, "I-I wanted to give you your hoodie back."
I tackle him.
"GAH!"

Bill spoke Latin and it was so cute! I don't know what came over me, but I just had to hug him or tackle him, the same thing.  I was laying on top of me because my little tackle hug knocked Bill on his back.

"Did I say something wrong?" Bill asked.
I placed my forehead on his while smiling, "You said it perfectly."
"I thought I said something wrong with that reaction," Bill said.
"When did you start learning?" I asked him.
"When you told me the language," Bill blushed faintly.
"I'm so proud of you," I smiled.

I pulled him back up and placed my hands on his somewhat flustered cheeks. I'm so so proud of him.

"Pinetree?" Bill mumbled.
"I'm so happy," I told him, "We can talk shit about people without them knowing."
"Pfff... Hahaha!" Bill laughed.

Bill just hugged me while my arms went around his neck and I also started to laugh again.

"Pinetree really?" Bill calmed down and looked at me.
"Yes!" I smiled.
"Do you do this with people that speak Latin?" Bill asked.
"Not all the time," I pouted.
"I'm still learning," Bill said.
"I'll help you," I giggled, "I'm glad that you committed to this, speaking Latin."
Bill placed his hand on my cheek, "This is our little thing."
I placed my hand on top of his, "I like that."
"Your eyes are glowbing," Bill stumbled with his worlds.
"Glowing," I mumbled, "They are?"
I slightly moved away but Bill stopped me, "I think it's beautiful."

I blushed faintly and then noticed my hands. Why is this happening? When did it happen? Was it when I pulled away from Bill? I could hurt him...

Bill held my hand because he knew what I was going to do, "You're okay."
"What if I hurt you?" I blurted out.
"You won't," Bill replied.
My hands started to shake slightly, "What if I do? The l-last time I was just lucky."
"Pinetree...."
"W-What if I hurt you? I don't want to and I know you'll say it isn't my fault but it really is,"
"Pinetree,"
"I just don't want you to get hurt again because I feel like I was the reason they started to hurt you,"
"Pinetree!" Bill shouted.

I looked at him and he placed my hands on his cheeks while making a comforting smile.

"It's okay," Bill told me.
"I don't want to hurt you," I mumbled.
"And you won't because you still have control," Bill said.
"What if?" I stated, "What if..."
"Are you hurting me?" Bill asked me.
"No," I answered.
"Am I in terrible pain?" Bill asked me.
"No," I replied.

I started to laugh and somewhat cry at the same time. Bill started to laugh and placed his hands back on my hips. I'm not hurting him.

"I'm not hurting you," I chuckled.
"You're not," Bill smiled.
"Thanks, Bill," I smiled back.
"Thank you," Bill muttered.
"For what?" I questioned his thank you.
"For being cute," Bill made a flirtatious smile.
"Shut up,"

Bill laughed and I just smiled at him. I heard a crash sound come from the background and ignored it. They probably just broke something.

"SHIT!" They all said.
"Hahaha, dummies," I grinned.
"This time it wasn't me," Bill muttered.
"Is that an inside joke?" I asked.
"Yes," Bill told me.
"Dummy,"
"When do you think you're eyes are going to stop glowing completely?" Bill questioned.
"I don't know," I stated.
"As much as I love them," Bill made a devilish smile, "I still want to see your brown eyes."
"Maybe soon," I said bopping his nose.
"Stop being cute," Bill said.
"Stop being flirtatious," I suggested.
"I can't do that," Bill told me.
"That means I can't stop either," I giggled.
"Should we check up on them?" Bill requested.
I placed my thumb over his cheekbone and smiled, "No, there big boys and girls. Plus I don't want to clean up after them since they made the mess, right?"
"You're right," Bill admitted.
"Actually, I might get in trouble too," I said.
"No, you won't," Bill said.
"Let's go, big guy,"  I smiled.

I stood up and started to wait for my eyes and hands went back to normal which took a while. It was longer than I actually expected because I was calm. After that whole waiting, Bill and I went to check out what happened.

I saw Mabel making another snowglobe and Andrew cleaning the liquid off the floor while Will, Star, and Lady Widow watched. Star waves at us and smiled while Widow nods and Will smiles.

"So what happened?" I asked.
"Mabel and Andrew knocked over a snowglobe," Widow replied.
"At least they're cleaning up," I sighed.
"I'm sitting down," Bill responded.
"Same,"

While those two cleaned up we sat down, well, Bill placed his head on my lap and laid down. I'm not mad because I do that to him when we're sitting outside for lunch talking about random stuff.

"Mabel said that your mom might come early," Star said.
"Maybe," I responded.
"Do you still have your little radio?" Star asked.
"Like always," I said making it.
"Does that hurt?" Will asked.
"No, why?" I questioned.
"I don't know," Star muttered, "It just looks like it hurts."
"Really?"
"I agree," Lady Widow added, "It does look painful."
I played the music softly and looked at them, "It's not."
"What if you make something big?" Andrew said.
"I would have to undress more, but it won't hurt," I told them.
"Is it weird when people take out something?" Star asked.
"I don't know," I honestly answered, "Never tried."
"Mabel?" Lady Widow asked.
"I don't know either," Mabel responded while sitting on the couch with Andrew, "Let's test it!"

Mabel was so onboard about doing this whole test that everyone started to chant those three words, but Bill. I think he's been spacing out for the whole time which is also him when he isn't interested in something or gets distracted in his thoughts.

"Bill died," Will jokingly snickered.
"He's just zoning out like always," I chuckled.
"Star do it!" Mabel said.
"AHHHH!"

Will and Lady Widow were holding in there laugh while Mabel and Star screamed. I just watched and giggled to myself while watching them.

"It doesn't feel that bad," Mabel blurted out.
"It felt weird to me," Star said.
"Question answered," Andrew smiled.
"That was stupid but funny," Will replied.
"It was called us being curious WILL," I'm surprised Widow Lady answered that.
"Yeah, Will," I added.

Will threw a pillow at Bill's head and the reaction was Bill great reflexes and catching the pillow before it actually hits him.

"What was that for?" Bill turned his head.
"You're not talking which is weird," Will pointed out.
"I was thinking," Bill responded.
"About what?" Will asked him.
"Nothing that matters," Bill answered.

We continued to talk about random stupid things on the couch, but I slowly started to zone out. I was just ignoring everyone as they talked. Bill wasn't laying down anymore and his head was on my shoulder. I kept hearing vine references from them and I'm just silently laughing because we have nothing better to do.

I feel like we could have better conversations than this but then at the same time, we have this thing. I don't know either to be proud of them or just admit that were nerds, but unfortunately were both.

"Bill," I whispered.
"Yes?" Bill answered.
"We should watch a bad horror movie and make fun of it with everyone," I suggested.
"I do that in my spare time," Bill told me.
"That's sad," I chuckled.
"They're so many," Bill said.
"Which is the worst from the ones that you've seen so far?" I asked him.
"That's tough," Bill responded, "Attack of the killer Tomato's."
I started to chuckle because the name was so stupid, "What type of lame movie is named like that?"

I feel so sorry for the people who had to work on that. I see Will and Mabel stare at me and I just smiled while trying to calm down.

"I'm laughing for a reason," I told them.
"Sure," Mabel said.
Will stares at Bill and they have his weird staring contest type of thing, "Lets watch a movie!"

I quickly up on the movie and everyone looked at me with this disappointing look.

"Why?" Star said.
"Because I want to see how bad it is," I smiled.
"This better not be that bad," Andrew told me.
"Is it?" Mabel questioned.
"I don't know because Bill is the only that watched this," I explained.
"Bill?" Lady Widow asked.
"I'm not telling you guys," Bill said, "You just have to watch it."
"Damn," Andrew muttered.

We watched the movie while making fun of it. We basically watched movies for our whole break. It was fun. I loved it.