Falls [BillDip - Heathers]

Chapter Two - Fight For Me

Chapter Two - Fight For Me

Dear Journal,

It has been three weeks since I became friends with the monarchs of the school. Actually, friends isn't exactly the right word... It's more like they're people I work with and our job is being popular and shit.

Dipper's school life became heaven on Earth. Girls left and right were flirting with him and slipping their numbers to him. These things that never used happen became to be expected. No one slammed his tray on the floor anymore, and no one called him names. He was playing with the big dogs now, top of the food chain and loving it.

The whole school seemed to love him now, or at least tolerate him and show respect in his presence. Football players talked to him, everyone knew his name. He was still quite awkward, but now no one seemed to mind. He felt less anxious in the halls and in class, he could speak to anyone without them threatening him. The world felt better this way.

Mabel and Dipper had seen less of each other in those three weeks, a fact that went right over Dipper's head, but straight into Mabel's heart. He didn't notice, he counted the fact that they say each other at home in passing and to and from school as hanging out, but she saw the deficit of what once was there between the twins.

She waited at her locker, which was right next to his, hoping he would pass soon. It took him 15 minutes longer than what she expected. When he arrived, she shuffled through her locker to keep it from seeming like she'd been creepily waiting at his locker to talk to him. Even though that is what she did, she didn't want this seeming so.

"Oh hey, Dipper! Funny seeing you around." She shut her locker as he opened his. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but smiled brightly.

"How so? This is my locker." He chuckled and swapped out books from his bag. Mabel mentally cursed herself for her blunder.

"Right... You've been looking good these days." She accidentally came across more sad sounding than intended. She prayed he didn't notice. He didn't.

"Yeah, well, it's still the same me underneath." He smiled at her with an honesty that stung her deeply.

"Are you sure?" She blurted out. He stopped, his smile faded. He shut the locker.

"Look, I'm sorry I flaked on you last week. I've just got a lot going on."

"No, I get it. You're with the girls now. That's exciting." She fought tears, each word stressing on her eyes more than the last.

"It's whatever. We'll hang out for real soon, I promise!" Mabel just nodded and walked away. Dipper watched her go, her head down and body slightly sunk. He did feel bad for his preoccupation, but what was he supposed to do? These girls were a full-time job. Speaking of...

Indiana rushed up to Dipper, skidding on her heels and falling onto him from behind and using him to steady herself. "Pacifica wants you to haul ass to the table. Now! Come, on! Pronto!" She insisted and went off running as fast as she could in such high heels and dragging him behind like a resistant puppy.

Before Indiana had even finished towing Dipper to the table, Pacifica began barking orders. "Dipper, I need a forgery in Peter Savege's handwriting you'll need something to write on. Indiana, bend over." And so she did, the emerald girl bent at the waist so Dipper could use her lower back as a table. He hesitated before putting a notebook of paper on her and pressed his pen to the paper, waiting for instructions on what to write. "Write this; 'Hello beautiful, I've been watching you and thinking about the old days.'" Indiana and Atlántida both laughed. "'I hope you can come to my home coming party this weekend. I miss you, Peter.' Oh, and put an 'XO' after the signature!"