Here it is! The BillDip chapter! Hope you enjoy!

It started out as a completely normal day for Dipper Pines. Wake up, find the demon, take off the demon's collar, scold the demon for trying to do something mischievous no less than 5 seconds later, eat breakfast, and continue to read the Journals.

See? Normal. Until...

"Hey, uh, Dipper? Do ya think you can work the counter for today?" Stan's voice came through the gift shop entrance.

"What? Why?" Dipper looked up from the journal in confusion.

"Because I asked your sister, and she said "no.""

Dipper closed the book. "Stan, I have things to do!"

"Like what? Babysitting your boyfriend? Haha!"

His face flushed. Countless times Stan had made that joke, and each time Dipper's face grew red. He didn't know why, because believe me, if he knew he would put an end to the blushing.

"He's not my boyfriend." Dipper muttered under his breath as he got up from the armchair and walked into the gift shop, fastened a name tag to his plaid shirt, and sat down at the counter.

The day continued as normal. Dipper rung up customers (he came to realize that almost everything in there was 6.18) Mabel hung out with Candy and Grenda, and Bill continued to...

Wait a second, Dipper thought. I haven't seen Bill all day.

Realizing that his demon was out there doing who knows what, he quickly excused himself from the counter and ran upstairs to the attic. He burst through Mabel and his room, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Mabel, have you seen Bill!?" He practically yelled at her.

Mabel looked a tad surprised. "No, Dip. Not since this morning. I figured he was with you."

Dipper sighed and closed the door. As he started walking towards Bill's room, he overheard some of the conversation that the girls were having. He quietly speed-walked back and pressed his ear against the door.

"Mabel, why would you think Bill would be with Dipper?" The voice was definitely Candy's.

"Because, Candy! Bill is Dipper's boyfriend! Duh!"

Irritated, Dipper slammed his fist on the door, breaking his cover. "He's not my boyfriend, Mabel!"

"DipDop, quit eavesdropping and go find him already!"

Dipper stormed off, the snickers coming from behind the closed attic door agitating him even more. He half ran down the stairs, looking for his demon. He ran outside, looking frantically.

"BILL? BILL!?" He got no response. "Damnit!"

He stormed back inside and slammed the door. Dipper was about to walk back into the gift shop, when he heard a voice coming from the den.

"Didn't know you cared so much, Pine Tree!" Bill had been standing just behind the doorframe, hidden from the blind eye.

"I-I d-don't. I-I just wanted to make sure you weren't doing anything...b-bad. That's all."

"Whatever you say, Pine Tree." Bill said in a flirtatious tone.

Then, this demon, winked at Dipper, and his face flushed brighter and quicker than before. He ran through the gift shop entrance, trying everything in his power to get the blush on his cheeks to go away.

The day continued, and Dipper was still working the register. Everything had been fine, until a pair of gothic-looking teenagers walked through the store entrance. They peered at the merchandise, judging it silently. Dipper had thought everything would be fine, that is, until they took notice of him.

"Hey, register boy! What's a guy gotta do to find somethin' that doesn't look cheap and tacky 'round here?" He had a thick, English accent, and was covered in chains.

The girl, who hadn't bothered to look up from the snow globe she was peering at, spoke next. "Be nice, Kyler. It's not like this register boy would know what our definition of "nice" is."

The guy, Kyler apparently, threw his arm around the girl, drawing her attention away from the snow globe for a second, smirked at Dipper.

"You're right, Myra! He wouldn't know! Register boy probably only works here 'cause he's got nothin' better to do!"

Dipper was getting irritated, and it was happening fast. "I have a name, you know. I'd appreciate it if you'd use it."

The duo looked at his name tag briefly before looking back at him. "Alright, Dipper, why d'you work in this trash hole? Haven't cha got friends?"

Before he could open his mouth to answer, Myra started to talk. "Of course, he hasn't got any friends! I've seen this kid before, he's the one who was pining after the redhead who used to work here. Well, before she rejected him and he became a homo." The word "homo" rolled out of her mouth like it was nothing.

Being teased was nothing. Being made fun of for not falling into the social norm was nothing. Bringing up his past with Wendy was nothing. But using that word, and treating it like an insult, like it was the worst thing a person could be, that was something.

Hot tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, and he bit his lip to keep a shuddering breath inside him. Myra and Kyler stared at him, like he was some exhibit in a museum.

"Aww, is the homo gonna cry? Pathetic." Their laughter felt like knives to his heart.

Before anyone could say anything else, Bill had ran into the room, looking like a blur. He stood protectively in front of Dipper, shielding the boy from the other's stares. When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice sounded merged with a more distorted, demonic voice, like his regular voice and this new one were fighting for control over the vocal chords.

A blue fire burned in Bill's eyes, and only grew brighter the more enraged he became. "Pathetic? Pathetic!? Is that what you dared to say to him? Who put you in charge of deciding who's pathetic and who isn't? Did some lord give your poor, selfish, idiotic ASS that kind of power? Because if they didn't, you've got a lot of nerve to speak like that!"

Dipper had become overwhelmed with the entire situation and had slunk to the floor. The tears were falling now, and he barely heard Bill's words over his own pounding heart.

Tears had begun to brim in Bill's eyes now, but he carried on. "And "homo," is that what else you called him? "Homo?" Is that some kind of insult of yours? Some kind of...new-age slur?! You think you're so cool, using that, don't you? Well, guess what, meat sack, I don't care what you think of me, what you say about me, but talk like that to my Pine Tree, I'll screw you up so bad you won't wake up for centuries!"

That blue glow Dipper had seen emit from Bill's body at the arcade had returned, and tears were streaming down his face. Dipper's eyes had been peeking from behind the counter to see Myra and Kyler's faces. They were white as ghosts, an expression of pure terror had crawled onto their faces.

"Why? Why would I be willing to go to the extremes of nearly killing you for that boy? Because I love him! I LOVE HIM, YOU HEAR ME? AND I ALWAYS WILL! SO GET YOUR SORRY ASSES OUT OF HERE AND NEVER COME BACK AGAIN!" He screamed so loud, Dipper thought it would shatter the windows.

Myra and Kyler had bolted for the door, whimpering like injured animals. Bill laughed loud and maniacally as a final threat, before letting out a shuddering breath he had held in his lungs.

"You can come out now, Pine Tree. They're gone."

Dipper quietly crawled out from behind the counter, tears still falling down his face. He gripped the edge of the countertop, willing his legs to stand. Bill came closer, and Dipper outstretched his arms. The demon fell to the floor and embraced his boy.

Dipper clung to his shirt, whimpering softly. Bill wrapped his arms around him tighter, creating an iron grip. Tears soaked through the fabric of the demon's shirt, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the boy he was holding in his arms.

Before either one could say anything to each other, Mabel had wandered into the gift shop and seen her brother in Bill's arms.

"Oh, my gosh, Dipper! Bill, what happened?" She knelt down by the two boys, concern filling her brown eyes.

Bill bit his lip. "Stupid teenagers."

Mabel nodded, seeming to understand. She helped Dipper stand up, burying his face in his hands. They walked off, leaving Bill on the floor of the gift shop.

Hours later...

A soft knock came from the other side of Bill's door. He opened it, and to no surprise, Dipper was standing there. Almost every night since he had brought him that plushie from the arcade, Dipper had come to his room to clip the collar on and say goodnight.

But before Bill could say anything, his eyes caught sight of a red blush growing on Dipper's cheeks. He shuffled his feet nervously.

"C-can I come in?" He asked quietly.

Bill nodded and moved aside. Dipper walked past him and sat down on his bed. Bill closed the door, and looked at him suspiciously. "Aren't you forgetting something, Pine Tree?"

"W-what?"

Bill nodded to Dipper's empty hands. "The collar. You forgot it."

"Oh, y-yeah, I guess I d-did." He shrugged. "I...I wanted to thank you. For earlier."

It was Bill's turn to go red. He suddenly remembered everything he had said, or should I say confessed.

"Oh, um, it was no problem, really."

The room was soon filled with an awkward silence, neither one of the boys knowing what to say next. Dipper had come in there to ask him one thing, and he wanted to do it before it was too late.

"Were you serious when you said you loved me?"

Bill had given up trying to hide his red face. "Well, yeah. I mean, you're the only one who's ever actually listened to me without me having to make threats. You're the only one who will put up with my annoying ass. You're the only one who's ever even tried to teach me about human concepts and that crap. So, yeah. I was serious."

Overcome with emotion that someone actually loved him, that wasn't family, he got up from the bed and stood by Bill. He cupped his cheek so he would face him.

"Bill?"

"Yeah?"

Dipper took a shaky breath. He was actually gonna do it.

"I love you, too."

And with that, he pressed his lips onto Bill's slightly chapped ones.

Bill was a bit confused by this whole kissing thing. Sure, he'd seen other people do it, but it's never been done to him before. Probably because this was the first time he'd had his own vessel to possess, and his true form was left without a mouth.

Sensing Bill's confusion, Dipper pulled away. "It's called "kissing." I shouldn't have done that, I'm such an idiot-"

Bill cut him off. "No, it was...nice. How does this work, exactly?"

"Oh," Dipper said, taken aback, "well, you just put your lips on mine, and I kiss you back."

Bill took a second to process this, before smirking flirtatiously. "Okay!"

He put his lips back on Dipper's, confidence filling his body. Dipper kissed back, lost in pure bliss. Bill pulled away and wrapped his arms around Dipper's waist, pulling him close to his chest. He shyly wrapped his arms around Bill's neck, looking away, trying to hide the deep blush quickly creeping onto his face.

"You're cute when you're flustered, Pine Tree..."

"Shut up, Dorito!"

Ahh, I love this.