ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ

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Bill drove home, a bush still plastered across his face. Did he really have a chance? He wasn't sure yet, but it was worth trying. Dipper was special to Bill. Even if he just started working there, he's talked and seen him before. The town was pretty small, so it was normal that they bumped into each other. Bill always saw Dipper wear a hat with a pine tree on it, or his little side hip bag. It held a little journal and lots of pens. He was such a nerd. Dipper wore sweaters, ones that were oversized, and pants, or sweatpants. His hair would be a curly mess, all over the place. Oh and, h͟i͟s͟ g͟l͟a͟s͟s͟e͟s͟. Dippers glasses were jet black, round one. Sometimes, on sunny days, his glasses would have shades on them, instead of regular glass lens. That's all Bill thought about sometimes. Once he realized he was in his driveway, he got out bad head for the door, unlocking two nobs. Home sweet home.
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Dipper ran up his gravel pathway, giggling to himself,
he couldn't believe he kissed his bosses cheek. He made him feel bubbly and have butterflies in his stomach. Oh boy. Dipper closed his door slowly, locking the top and bottom locks. He sighed in remorse to his experience with Bill, which by the way, was fantastic. At first, Bill looked like the type that was a jackass, but he's actually, really sweet. His smile is warm, so is his cheek, and Bills hands are so delicate holding Dippers, as if Bill held to hard, the smaller boys hands would shatter. Just the thought of Bill made Dipper want more. He was starving, and without Bill, Dipper would die of world hunger. He watched Bill pullout of the driveway, waving away with his cat like grin. Dipper loved the smile, it was creepy yet, endering.
He couldn't take it much longer. Dipper squealed in excitement. His boss, his life was soon to be with him forever, and he couldn't wait.