Bill ran down the corridor of the school. In his hand was a yellow hanky with a brick pattern on it, wrapped around a batch of cookies. Bill's golden and black hair flapped into the air as he ran, his bright smile reached his yellow eyes, he wore a yellow sweater with an eye on it, and had a pair of black skinny jeans on him. Reaching the door he needed he busted into the room.

"DIPPER!" He yelled, looking around the room for the tall brunette with eyes that put the summer sky to shame. "He's not here..." The blonde, and black haired boy frowned at the realization that his beloved Dipper was not in the room.

"Yeah he just left!" One of the girls called and went back to her conversation.

"Okay thanks!" Bill called back, before finding Dipper's desk and plopping into it, to wait like he usually did.

"What are you doing here again freshman?" Bill turned at the sound of torment, and was met with the sight of three guys. Their name where Jack, Hector, and Phil (A/N really we-my aunt and I- just randomly chose names) they made a habit of tormenting him when he came to see Dipper or Mable, usually Dipper though.

"I made cookies for Dipper," Bill said proudly. "That's what a good wife does!" When Bill and Dipper were children Bill said that he would become Dipper's wife when they were adults. The group of three started laughing, before picking the freshman up and pushing him out the door.

"Leave him alone blondie," Hector pushed him out the class, grabbing the hanky rapped cookies as he did. "We'll take these!"

"H-Hey give them back!" Bill lurched forward and grabbed the other side of the hanky.

"Brat!" Hector hissed, before smirking. "Fine, I'll give them back to you."

Bill was too busy pulling with all his might he didn't see Dipper walk in right behind him. Suddenly Hector let go causing Bill to fall back and the bundle with the cookies fly back smacking the brunette behind them in the face, before falling on the floor and the condense spilling all over the floor.

The cookies were burnt and black, and scattered everywhere. Looking at the spilled, burnt, food on the ground Bill began to cry, and hurried to clean the mess. A hand suddenly grabbed one of the burnt cookies, causing Bill to lift his head up. Dipper looked at the blonde and popped one of the black sweets into his mouth.

"D-Dipper i-it's burnt!" Bill started to protest when a hand landed on his blonde hair, causing him to meet Dipper's pool like eyes.

"They're good, thank you," Dipper smiled down on him softly, causing the freshman to blush.