"I can't believe you let me fell asleep." Dipper muttered, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, looking in the mirror. The alleged two hours that the boys would be locked in the bathroom had quickly turned into three hours, then four. They heard a phone message that Stanley had been arrested for the night for some crime that didn't surprise Dipper, and another one that said Mabel was spending the night at Candy's house this time, as opposed to Grenda's, so Dipper Pines and Bill Cipher were locked in the bathroom until someone came home in the morning, or if Soos ever thought to come upstairs, which he rarely did. Not to mention the fact that Dipper didn't want to have to explain Bill to anyone that didn't already know about him. Meaning, they were stuck here until Mabel came home. Dipper saw Bill shrug in the mirror, rolling his shoulder to try and wake it up again.

"You were tired, and it's not like there was anything else for you to do. Besides..." The dream demon smirked as he stood up off the tiled ground and walked up behind Dipper, looking at himself in the mirror. "You were pretty adorable with your head resting on my shoulder, fast asleep. It took all I had not to enter your dreams and annoy you!" He teased. Dipper made a face.

"I did not fall asleep on your shoulder." He contradicted. Bill pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow.

"Really? And how do you know? I was the one that was awake." He pointed out. Dipper rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." Defeated, Dipper turned on the faucet and drank from the tap. After a few sips, he stood up straight again, turning off the water and wiping the stray droplets off of his mouth. He turned and looked at Bill, a disgusted look on his face. "And don't call me adorable." He instructed before drinking from the faucet. Bill shrugged and began stretching out his legs.

"Whatever you say, Butterflies." Dipper spit out all the water he just drank, grabbing a towel and wiping off his face and the mirror.

"What did you just call me?" Dipper inquired, turning around to look at Bill, who was doing a backbend to try and stretch out his back, having been in an uncomfortable sitting position for an hour and a half while Dipper slept. He grinned at the boy upside down.

"Stick to Pine Tree?" He guessed.

"You'd better." Dipper growled, which made Bill laugh, standing back up again without using his hands.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the dream demon." He remarked, mimicking a pouty face. Dipper rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"Is there such thing as the right side of a demon?" Dipper wondered. Bill considered it.

"Good point." He admitted. The two sat there for a few moments, falling into the awkward silence that aways seemed to accompany any conversation that had. Bill ran his hand through his hair, then looked at his hand. Then he looked at Dipper for a moment. Dipper furrowed his eyebrows. He was about to ask what the dream demon was thinking when Bill leaned forward and ran his fingers through Dipper's hair, knocking off his hat in the process. Dipper tensed up when Bill touched him, and didn't even make a grab for his hat until the demon took his hand out of the boy's hair. His hand shaking slightly, Dipper picked up his hat.

"What the hell," he began, pulling his hat back onto his head, "was that?" Bill shrugged, sitting on the edge of the counter again.

"I had never felt anyone's hair, other than mine. I wanted something to compare it to." He explained, as if it was completely normal. Dipper blinked a few times, looking at Bill like he was crazy, which he was.

"You..." Dipper shook his head, a hand to his head. "You are so weird." He said finally. Bill laughed.

"Yeah, okay, now tell me something I don't know!" He teased. Dipper didn't say anything. He just sighed.

"This is going to be a long night." He admitted after a few minutes. Bill pursed his lips.

"Well...we could find some way to pass the time?" He suggested. Dipper raised an eyebrow.

"With your version of fun or mine?" The teen questioned. Bill laughed again.

"Do you even have a version of fun?" The demon countered. Dipper laughed.

"Ouch, dude!" Bill frowned, concerned.

"Have I hurt you?" He wondered. Dipper looked at Bill with a look of amusement on his face and Bill blushed. "Oh, right. As in my words have 'burned' you. Would you care for some ice?" He mended with a smirk. Dipper was laughing so hard at the whole situation that his cheeks were red, and his hand was clutching his side. The boy lost his balance on the edge of the bathtub and fell in. Bill grinned evilly as the boy tried to get back to his feet. Dipper froze when he saw what Bill was about to do.

"Bill Cipher, I swear, if you turn on that water..." He threatened. The demon's hand was already on the handle. The only thing Dipper had time to do before Bill turned the shower on full blast, all the way cold, was yank the demon forward so that he fell into the bathtub with him.

"WHO WOULD EVER WANT A SHOWER THIS COLD?!" Bill exclaimed, attempting to pull himself from the bathtub, which had been plugged and was slowly filling up. Dipper laughed, tossing his hat out of the shower so it wouldn't get ruined, his hair and clothes matted down. He watched as Bill tumbled out of the bathtub, soaking wet, his plastered to his face. Dipper just laughed, sitting crosslegged in the middle of the shower. Bill looked at him and started laughing as well.

"You're insane." He told Dipper, shutting off the shower and holding out his hand to help the boy up. Dipper took his hand, but instead of pulling himself out, he pulled Bill back in to the bathtub that had filled with water. Dipper laughed as Bill struggled to get back up and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. He tossed one to Bill, who had finally managed to get out. The demon pulled the plug to drain the tub then began to towel off his hair. Dipper did the same, then looked down at his clothes, frowning. He was glad that he hadn't put on his vest this morning, otherwise the journals could have been destroyed. Still, the problem remained that he was locked in a bathroom with Bill Cipher, and his clothes were soaking wet. Thankfully, there were some only recently dirtied clothes at the top of the hamper in the corner, and there were shorts and shirts for both the boys. Bill laughed as Dipper tossed him the clothes.

"No thanks, kid. I'd rather remain wet." He said, tossing the clothes back. Dipper rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Just, I don't know, hide behind the shower curtain or something while I change." He instructed. Bill shrugged, slinging his towel over his shoulder.

"I've got eyes every where, Pine Tree." He pointed out. Dipper's face turned bright red and Bill burst out laughing. "I'm kidding! I'm not a creeper! If you need me, I'll be hiding under my towel." The dream demon opened his towel and let it drop on his head, then he sat down on the toilet.

"Your eyes had better be closed under there too!" Dipper called as he changed clothes.

"Yes, Mother!" Bill teased. Dipper rolled his eyes as he pulled on his new pants and buttoned them up. "Are you done yet?" Bill groaned, pulling the towel off his head.

"No! I don't have a shirt on!" Dipper exclaimed, throwing his shoe at Bill, who just knocked it aside and laughed.

"Don't be such a girl, Pine Tree! I've been inside your body before, I think I can handle you shirtless!" He pointed out. Dipper made a face.

"Okay, that sounds wrong on so many levels." Bill just shrugged and laughed again.

"It's only dirty if you make it dirty." He countered. Dipper rolled his eyes and pulled on the other shirt.

"You're insufferable." He groaned. Bill smirked at him.

"So I've been told." He replied. Dipper couldn't keep a straight face. He rolled his eyes and ruffled Bill's wet hair so that it stood on end, which only made him laugh more.

"Oh, that's a good look for you." He mused. Bill looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. He grabbed Dipper's arm and pulled him forwards, ruffling the boy's wet hair so that it looked like Bill's.

"Nah, it looks better on you." The dream demon insisted. Dipper laughed, shaking his hair back into place. As Bill fixed his hair, he let out a yawn. "Huh...interesting. I believe that I am...tired." He yawned the last word and Dipper huffed a laugh, putting a hand on the demon's shoulder.

"You're human now, Bill, and human's need to sleep." He pointed out. Bill blinked a few times, the exhaustion now apparent on his face.

"So they do. And it seems...that I...haven't slept...in a trillion years..." He yawned, swaying on the spot. His eyes drifted closed and he passed out.

"Whoa!" Dipper exclaimed, catching him before he hit the floor. He sat down on the floor, Bill's head in his lap. He smiled slightly at the peaceful look on the chaos god's face. Dipper involuntarily began running his fingers through Bill's golden hair, leaning against the wall. And, slowly, Dipper began to fall asleep too, lulled by Bill's slowed breathing and the soft texture of his wet hair...

A/N: It's funny how quickly people can get together when locked in the bathroom for a little under 24 hours... haha! Who wants to bet Dipper is going to deny ever showing any affection for our triangular friend? Haha! I'll howl to you later!