7|Honestly

Mabel's P.o.v

You know that moment when your playing a game of hide and seek, and you try to be quiet, but you just want to scream because it was super easy to? Yeah, me and Bill didn't say a word to each other. And I wanted to scream.

This was awkward and weird, but I didn't know if I wanted to scream of happiness or fear. Maybe both.

He didn't thank me nor come close to me. He was in a human form, pointing his finger around, moving objects. Me on the other hand, was sitting on the table, with my hands on my face. Trying to make sense of it all. Why did I do that? Why did I break the rules Grunkle Ford gave me?

I mean, Ford and Dipper were always involved, even Stan. It wasn't fair, so maybe doing something different would shut the doors of their babying over me. I glance over and Bill was now pacing back and forth, holding his chin as he thought. His eye went side to side until he saw me.

"What?! What's with that face?!" he said, crossing his arms with a weird expression on his face. I bite my lip. 'What does that mean? Did I stare too long?! Yeesh I probably stared too long!'

"S..Sorry." I say softly.

His eyebrow went up in confusion, but I ignored it. I just stayed looking down. I messed everything up. The same repeating moment kept going to the same look on his face. When we were in that rain. When I fell on him, as he gave such a pained expression of help. Like I was important. When I unknowingly ran into his arms like he was the home I was destined to come to. I thought so many things in my mind..Would he hurt me? Run away? Kill me? But, he didn't run away. He stood there and let me. He has been giving me this look since we got inside a few minutes ago. A look of suprize and thought. Like I was this masterpiece to be discovered.

In my head, I loved how he was now, what he was, all of it. Maybe it was because I wanted a friend like him? I just wonder what's going on in his head.

When I got so close to him in that rain, I swear I could hear him breathing. I snap back to reality, and blinked. I then groan in frustration, burying my face in my sweater.

He didn't even show a expression. Probably thought I was weird. But, He's weird too. Just in a sadistic way. I start, then hold in my laugh as he spun and narrowed his eyes at the tail coat on his back, dropping to his feet. Still, both of us were covered in mud and soaking wet like we swam in mud and grass.

"We should probably get cleaned at least, then me and you should eat. Sound like a plan?" I concluded.

"Sure thing, Shooting Star! But, how do I get cleaned?" He asked. I go red. Of gosh, how can I explain this?

"Haha! I'm just kidding Shooting Star! Hahaha! You're such a gullible meatsack!" He boomed, laughing and clutching his stomach.

I take a breath.

'Good thing too.' He smirked happily.

"Well? Ladies first!" He exclaimed, motioning upstairs with that foolish grin on his face. I laugh half-heartedly.

I walk past him first, as I walk up the creaky stairs into me and Dipper's bedroom. Bill followed which usually gave a shiver up my spine. I still couldn't trust him. Better get this straight. I stopped into the bedroom, and he did the same. He then smirked in a way that I can't determine what it meant exactly.

"I'm going to go shower and you will stay here. Okay?" I state, trying to clarify specifically.

He didn't listen and stood in front of a mirror, narrowing his eye at himself. He put his hands on his sides and gave that smug look of proudness. It was cute, considering that others would react a different way towards themselves.

As I grabbed my clothes and stopped by the open bathroom door, he gave a look, holding a thumbs up. I cover my mouth from laughing and wave. I close the door and lock it, then fall to the ground slightly, sighing happily.

"I guess we're making progress.." I murmur, before starting the shower.

Dipper's P.o.v

"NOW!" Ford yelled, as the some what cannons went off.

It was working and the clouds parted slightly. It was still kind of windy, so if we keep up this progress, so we can come home early. I check my phone again. No calls. I sigh and tell myself,'Dipper calm down. She is fine.' I then feel the wind again, but tiny droplets of water rained on my hat. I gasp and look up. Ford and some townsfolk were arguing, and moving it to the clouds. Unfortunately, it stopped working. Guess it can only go for so long. This is bad. If this gets worse, it'll be very bad. The storm this morning was just the beginning!

"Stanford, you're going to get us killed!" Stan roared through the winds heavy gust.

I drop my book instantly, rushing over to help. We kept keeping it still, but it wasn't enough.

"Hey! We can help, dorkface!"

I looked over and there stood Pacifica Northwest with her hands on her sides with a smug look on her face. I roll my eyes with a smile. I can always count on her to be in these types of situations.

There stood to her right was another one of Pacifica's friends with the short brown haired cut. She was like a replica of Pacifica, but only by the clothes choice. I've seen her around the town, coming and going once in a while.

On her left was a short boy with nice light brown hair. His eyes reflected somewhat of me and Mabel's eyes, which was strange. Little freckles cased his face. What left me awed was his attire. A large light green wide scarf wrapped around his neck, as well as a not too puffy light blue sweater embedded with a yellow star on it. He reminded me of Mabel with his colorful wardrobe. He made eye contact with me, but the more I stare, the more I can see nothing, just emptiness. I blinked and he waved with a friendly smile and a giggle. Maybe I was just imagining things.

"Follow me!" I yelled to them.

All of us ran over, and pulled on the cannon so hard, as well as the avaliable townsfolk. It was moving! It made a clink and started to part the clouds. Moments, the sky shined brightly. The Sun came up barely, but it was just normal. Everyone let's go, congratulating and whooping instantly. I smile and see Pacifica with her best friend, but the boy stood alone, dusting himself off and kicking the dirt softly.

"Hey, thanks for helping. Couldn't have done it without all of you." I stated. He slowly looked at me then looked down.

"Mhm! It's great to help out anyone I can! But, I didn't think I helped much. I'm pretty weak compared to you all." he chirped down.

He had this sort of high pitched voice, higher than mine, but not noticeably girly at all.

"Hey, don't say that. You won't believe how weak I was last year." I joked. The boy laughed happily, then stopped.

"Oh I'm so sorry..." he murmured, looking down sadly. I laughed and he bit his lip.

"It's alright! Uh what's your name?" I ask. He perked up and brushed his black hair aside.

"Name's...uh T..Ty..Tyler. Yeah, Tyler! Tyler Jackson!" He stated difficulty.

"My name's Dipper Pines. This is pretty much my second summer here really." I replied with a smile.

Genuinely, this guy seems like the one, as much as I don't believe in those conspiracies. Mabel really needs someone after all those failed romances. She hasn't been so fangirly much.

"Well I hope to see you later, Tyler! And I think you and my sister would get along perfectly." I stated quickly. He laughs and nods in approval.

"Yeah sounds great! We will! Anyways, goodbye!" He concluded, before waving his arms.

Me, Ford and Stan talked to the town for a while to check the remaining damage. I check my watch. 7:45. It was late. At least late for us being out here. Mabel could be scared...Oh gosh what was I thinking?! Leaving Mabel with a unstable, insane demon in our OWN house?! Gosh, I better call her now. I take out my phone and start to dial her number. Clicking the green call, it makes a long vibration once.

Twice.

It finally picks up.

I put my ear to the phone carefully.

Bill's P.o v

I yawn and pace back and forth, smiling with delight. I hear the nearby shower loudly. If only this Shack wasn't just a attraction, I might just consider this place just like my home. Almost.Shooting Star is so gullible, but hey, not suprizing. I could just walts out the door, but what's the fun in that? I'm curious, and that makes me wonder.

Curiosity. Such a strange subject.

Wonder is the one of the things my heart wanted back so long ago. Many emotions are just faded. Some I have no clue about, but curiously for this girl makes me angry. Can't kill a zodiac member, nor torcher because every time I sink in with her. Every time I stay close. Every time I feel her voice through my ears like a soft sweet melody. It's disastrous. It's foreign to me.

I look out the triangle window. It seemed to get less rainy, but that moment she tackled and grabbed me close, I let down my guard. It cannot happen again.

Besides, I'm too good for this Shooting Star. A loud ringing interrupted my thoughts to a inspired monolog. It was a annoying ring tone about a space unicorn? Argh, annoying. I roll my eyes and move my glance to a pink cased phone, covered in glitter. The back side was up, showing off the yellow stars embedded on the smooth texture. It is presuming that it's Shotting Star's. Obviously. The choice is beyond my perfect taste.

Before reaching towards it, I glance to the bathroom's door, still hearing the extremely loud shower clangs and clings. It was loud enough to make a call. I gleam happily, then give a mischievous grin at the phone whome was buzzing a second time. Clutching it tightly, I turn it over. I grit my teeth tightly.

'Pinetree..'

Once I click the green caller button, I snicker and leave the phone on the bed.

"Now...where do they keep the chainsaws..." I murmur, tapping my chin twice.

Dipper's P.o.v

"Uh hello? Mabel?" I ask through the phone. Suddenly, I hear something shatter to the ground. It sounded close. My breathing shakes, and no one was heard. I barely heard footsteps, maybe some other noises.

"M..Mabel?! MABEL PLEASE! You okay?!" I shout, clutching the phone for dear life.

My thoughts escalate quickly. 'What happened?! Is she okay? What was that noise?!-' Chainsaw noises start loudly. More items clattered and fell. 'OH MY-' My heart thumps in my chest. Now, anger rises.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE, Don't you DARE touch my sister! Bill if that's you, I'll have you killed TONIGHT! I'm coming for you!" I screamed.

No answer. Just silent. Before I knew it, the phone hanged up with nothing, but worry was trapped inside me. I look up and rush to Ford. Bill has to go. Even if it isn't him, I can't trust Bill for one more second.

Bill's P.o.v

"And that my friends is what I call a 'prank'." I tell myself smugly, still trying to contain my laughter.

Pinetree, Fez, and Sixer will be coming here soon, and when they see that I'm gone..and Shooting Star is in deep trouble? Haha! My eye peers to a triangle shaped window. I smirk in delight. I run towards the window, but stop eruptly, causing my feet to skit across the wood. I slowly touch the shelf, my fingers rubbing across the smooth surface. I look back at the door. Something was keeping me back. Someone. 'Why was this enemy, this brainless girl use her delinquent traps to lure me in?! It makes no sense!' Her beautiful smile, her contagious laughter, it's sickening! What was this feeling. It feels as though butterflies were in my stomach! But, I hadn't eaten butterflies before. I clutch my now beating heart. It thumped more than ever, like panic, but not really. More. I stuff the feeling down. 'Just let it go, Bill.' Of course, the handle on this situation is more than fine. I was fine.

I sigh loudly. My fingers prick a sharp pointy item on the side. Sure there was some pencils and colors, but this? I grabbed it by the handle. It had two blades. I believe they were called scissors. I cackle and open up the blades, a shing bouncing off it. Without hesitation, I take off my black gloves. I slowly pressed it into my palm, yellow blood starting to collide. I laugh happily.

"Pain is hilarious.." I whisper happily. I was about to cut again, but the door knob of the bathroom swung open. A Shooting Star gaped big, looking from me to my unknown pleasure.

Mabel's P.o.v

I hummed a tune inside my head as I carefully placed my headband ontop of my head. I smile in front of the bathroom mirror, placing my hands on my sides. I then carefully comb my hair, more than usual. I really wanted Bill to be impressed. My face heats. I mean, it doesn't mean anything if I want a friend to see me all dressed up, did it?

I spin and spin around in my new sweater. A cute light green sweater with a dark green skirt. It just felt great to not be a huge mess. Besides, I wish I could have some more time. Before you know it, Bill will be the sadistic demon we know and hate. I liked this version. I didn't want to lose that.

I slowly opened the door, then my blood runs cold. Bill smiled wide as he cut his hand again, yellow blood starting to form. I gasp and cover my mouth. He looked back at me then rolled his eyes with a evil grin.

"That doesn't look good.." he starts slowly, but I run to him quickly.

"OMG Bill! That is so dangerous! You can't do this to yourself!" I yelled seriously.

I snatched the scissors as his hair turned a deep shade of red. His frown became a angry snarl. I trip and fall to the floor, scrambling backwards slightly, the scissors scitting across the floor. He grins widely with this devilish smirk. He pinned me to the wall, holding the scissors from the blade. I went wide eyed in fear. Suddenly, he looked down and blinked quickly. He fell slightly and I knew to run to him. He laughs like this was funny. He dropped the scissors. Bill just sat on the floor on his knees, covering his fist tightly.

"Bill? BILL?!" I scream at him. He smiles big and chuckles. It was a light wobbly laugh, in which I knew something was wrong. He tries standing up quite fast. I pull him down.

"Don't get up. You'll make it worse!" I say quickly.

I leave him there and rush out the door. I sprint down the stairs, almost falling in the process. 'OK OK Where's the aid kit?!' I think frantically, opening wooden drawers, and on top of desks. Finally, I spot it by the kitchen, just in the corner. I grabbed it tightly, and rush back up. I kneel back to him as fast as I can, getting some healing ointment.

"Stay still alright?!" I exclaimed to him.

He looked away, like he wasn't where he was supposed to be now.

"Hey-" he starts, still looking from the side of me. I look up and bit my lip anxiously.

"Why aren't you worshiping me mortal?" He slurred upbeat, giving a quirky smile like he had no idea what he was talking about.

I laugh nervously.I grab his hand quickly, and open it up. It was huge, and by the looks of it, it was cut their twice. His gloves were on, but I guess the cut ripped the glove badly.

"..I think I broke you.." I murmur to myself.

He laughs and I look up, worried. Panick started to rise. 'Maybe this is a demon thing somehow? Why was he hurting himself? I think he had always said that pain is hilarious, but this was too far! Oh my, it looks really bad right now!-'

"Will you be quiet?!" He yelled loudly. I stopped and looked up.

"I didn't say anything." I state, looking more confused.

"Well stop thinking so loud!!" He shouted, huffing and crossing his arms like a pouty child.

"Hey hey look at me." I start, carefully touching his cheek and we made eye contact, my breath became shallow. His innocent and drowsy eyes stared back at me.

Unknowingly, I kept my hand there, just staring. He grabbed my hand and lowered it carefully. I smile lightly.I grab the ointment and put it onto the cut. Bill shouts loudly.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THAT HURTS!" He yelled darkly, grabbing my hand and slapping it.

I huff loudly.

"I'm trying to help you! Stop being such..such..a baby! Yeah, a baby! If you stopped, this wouldn't have happened!" I yelled back.

"If YOU didn't leave those scissors there, I wouldn't have touched it, would I??? Now, I'm..I don't know..what were we doing?.." he commented slightly, panting with laughter.

"Well, I'm was in the shower! I didn't want you to get hurt like this!" I counter.

He stays silent and puts his hand on the floor.

"Why do I hate you so much? You're so annoying, stubborn........" he spat out darkly on and on until he just stopped his comment, closing his eyes and his head fell on my shoulder.

I squeak and tense up, holding my stare at the wall to distract myself. I couldn't help, but go red.

I finally pull his gloves off and wrapped his hand. I just leave him there. After much complaining and groans at least. I sit criss crossed on the floor in front of him. I tilt my head and hum as I grab my phone, dialing my brother's cell number.

I held it to my ear, listening carefully to the rumbling once, then it picked up.

"MABEL?! ARE YOU OKAY?!" Dipper exclaimed in worry. He kept talking and talking, telling me he shouldn't have left me here in the first place. I gasp.

"Nononono! Dipper I'm fine-"

"Mabel! I was worried! There was noises- Just- We will be home very, very soon, okay?!" He said frantically, a loud car engine was being heard.

"Dipper! Listen! I have great news though-" I start, but he cut me off too soon.

"Me too, Mabel! Hey, just hold down the house for a bit alright? Tomorrow, we will finally put the past behind us." He stated happily.

I thought. What did that mean? It must be amazing, I bet.

"Dipdot, I have good news over here! I will! But, what's-"

"Dipper, my boy!" I heard Ford call.

Dipper called back to Ford.

"Mabes, I have to go, but we will be back in a few minutes." Dipper called.

I open my mouth to say something, but the phone hanged up before I got to. I sigh and stare at the screen. I smile instead. Once Dipper sees that he can give Bill a chance like I'm trying to, then maybe they won't do the torture I heard from downstairs. I looked back at Bill.

Bill's mind wasn't here right now. His eye drooped slightly, just barely staying awake. I look away, and mentally congratulate myself to at least keep things under control here. Bill groaned and breathed heavily. He gave a glistened look at me. I look away quickly, smiling.

"Didn't know...humans were so fragile..." he joked softly.

I smile lightly.

"Well...that's how humans live their lives, Illuminacho." I called softly.

-3426 Words-

//Authors Note: Have a wonderful day everyone! Stay safe!//