Eleanor's POV

I stared up my roof for what seemed like forever, rethinking my life. Dude, my brain said, you just kissed Bill Cipher.

I know. I replied to myself.

But he was drunk, you idiot! I countered back.

Yeah, I know, maybe I was too. I replied to my counter.

No you weren't, stupid.

Stop calling me names.....me. I rolled my eyes at my stupid internal conflict. "Ghost, am I going insane?" I asked him.

Ghost barked from the end of the bed.

"Yes? Really? Oh, I was hoping for a no..." I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to get it all off my mind. "Maybe he was using magic to control me?" I didn't lift my head up from the pillow. I knew that that was a lie. I could feel that I had done it on my own free will.

I grabbed the pillow next to me and hit it on my face repetitively. "STUPID!" I yelled at myself. I crossed my arms and dropped the pillow onto the floor. "And you left him in his room drunk and confused- ugh, Eleanor, idiot." I sighed dramatically. "Stupid. Idiot. Stupid."

Ghost began barking angrily, as if he was mad at me accusing myself.

"Sorry Ghost..." I apologized. "I just feel wrecked up." I bit my bottom lip and tried to think carefully. "Ok. Do...do I actually like him?" I asked myself carefully. "Yes...no?" I sat up and leaned up against the headboard on my bed. "I. Hate. My life." I massaged my temples as a headache developed. "What am I doing?"

Did you seriously leave a drunk guy who really likes you alone after you kissed him? I asked myself bewildered. I shot up and walked to my door and gripped the handle, which appeared once I reached it, and through the door open. "Ok, we gotta talk about it. Just. Talk." I sighed deeply and willed myself to walk back down.

"I shouldn't have walked out...I shouldn't have walked out." I scolded myself. "I should have stayed to see what would happen after. Coward." I continued to insult myself. I reached his door and forced myself to not back out.

I took the handles and swung the doors open, breathing deeply. "Uh, Bill, I think we need to-" I broke off to see him hugging onto his bed post and smiling with his eyes closed. "Um...are you ok?"

Bill laughed. "Back? Already?" Bill smirked at me, obviously still drunk.

"Why are you hugging the bed post?" I asked him, chucking to myself.

"'Cause he loves me more than you!" Bill hugged the post tighter.

I laughed in confusion. "Uh...ok?" I found myself continuing to smile at him and I shook my head to wake up. "Bill, we need to talk."

"About what?" Bill finally met my gaze and blinked.

"About what just happened. I walked out like an idiot and I was-"

"Stop being so serious!" Bill interrupted.

"I-I'm not being serious, just I did something I never thought I'd do and-"

"ARROW!" Bill said hastily. "If you want to kiss me again, just do it."

My face turned cherry red and I took a step back. "Uh-"
I broke off and whispered, "God..." I ran a hand through my hair. "Don't- please don't."

Bill had the biggest smirkiest grin on his face.

I scoffed. "You did that on purpose." I said bluntly.

Bill grinned. "I know!"

"Bill, we gotta talk! Are we-we..." I growled angrily. "Are we, like, a thing?" I said it quickly and stomped my foot firmly. This is so stupid.

Bill focused his sharp gaze upon mine. "A thing?" He repeated baffled.

I stomped over and sat stiffly down on the bed, not facing him. "You know...together?"

Bill hooked his legs around the post and leaned his head in my lap and I resisted the urge to drive my fist through his face. "Together? Be more descriptive."

I growled and held my arms stiff beside my sides. "Ok. Are we...dating?"

Bill thought for a moment. "Demons don't date humans."

"You fricking kissed me, like, three times already!!!" I exclaimed.

Bill leaned back a little. "Easy, sweetheart, take a chill pill."

"Sweetheart?!"

"I'm drunk, hon. Breath." Bill ordered me.

"Stop giving me pet names!" I exclaimed.

"But you kissed me this time." Bill sighed and looked around (still laying in my lap, by the way) and sighed. "Speaking of time, I need some thyme."

"I don't have thyme, ok? And...I know. I know I kissed you this time." I looked up at the roof. "I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid." Bill brushed a hand on my cheek. "You're beautiful."

I blushed and looked down at him confused and amused. "Really?"

"Absolutely." He smiled dreamily at me.

I rolled my eyes. "I came to talk, not to-to flirt, or whatever."

Bill giggled and used his hands as a head prop on my lap. "Goodnight."

"You're not falling asleep on me, sorry demon." I tried to lift him up, but he immediately went limp. I grumbled and gave up quickly. "Jesus."

"Nope, just me!"

I laughed at his joke. "Are you sober?"

"Nope, but I'm getting better." He said quietly.

"Ok. Can we talk now?" I begged.

"Ugh, sure." Bill reluctantly surrendered.

"Are we dating? Are we...together?" I threw the questions at him.

"Um, I don't know." Bill pondered on that. "You kissed me and I kissed you, but we aren't dating..." Bill tapped his chin.

"Ok...?"

"I don't know!" He threw his hands up dramatically.

I groaned. "That's just perfect, but-"

"But nothing. This is boring!" Bill complained.

"Pft, what do you expect me to do?!" I clenched my teeth together and tried to grasp something sensible in my mind, but everything appeared to be made of vapor...

Bill wiggled his eyebrows and I scoffed, disgusted, and threw him off so he tumbled off the bed. I stood up and stepped over Bill. "We'll talk later, when you're sober!"

Bill whined and I laughed as I closed the door, teasing him, and raced back to my room.

Agh, imma sorry about me shoving Beleanor in your faces (all you Beleanor haters) but I kinda think it's cute an stuffs! So I'm sorta leaning towards it buuuuuttttt agh
IM SORRY O//-//O