Dipper sits on his bed, his best ‘friend’ laying next to him as a movie plays on the big screen that hangs a few feet away from his bed. Snacks on the coffee table next to his bed and on the bed, chocolate covered pretzels, buttered popcorn, cool ranch Doritos with some lime and tajin, a bug back of the original takis, a glass of soda on the bedside table as we munch on the snacks. A horror movie plays on the tv, your fingers running through his hair as he leans into the small touch instinctively. Friends for 5 years, since high school when he was a sophomore and you were a freshmen.

“Im gonna be so sleepy after this, this is gonna send me into a food coma.”

he mutters, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the pillows. He is in a ‘The Cure’ t-shirt, you’re in one of his basic ones. There was a palpable tension between you guys, for the past 5 years you both have been friends- other people have told you about how Dipper looks at you behind your back, they tell you he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You never believe them, until now.