Biiiiillllldip, 32 or 33, ur choice!
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
(This reminds me a lot of a thing a wrote last year wow)
The silence was absolutely deafening. Time dragged on like a corpse through a corn field. Every second he didn’t say something, Bill’s grin got wider and wider. Dipper’s fists were clenched, his jaw tight enough to crack teeth. But all at once, at the sight of Bill’s hypnotic stare, he let it out, sighing when he realized his defeat.
He couldn’t win this time. Bill had him wrapped around his finger. He wasn’t sure how it had gotten this far. Even less sure why he didn’t mind it. But he had to say something. Because he needed to know just how far this could go.
“I’m…. terrified of you,” he swallowed, avoiding eye contact and keeping his eyes on the floor.
Bill just laughed.
“Ha! I already knew that! What else ya got?”
Dipper tensed again, closing his eyes now, breathing out another sigh of frustration.
“And… I think I’m in love with you.”
Looking back on it now, it was the only thing Dipper had ever said that actually got Bill to shut up for more than two minutes.
