I've been looking for you for so long...

Everyone noticed that with Ford’s return to his native dimension, Dipper’s behavior changed a lot. Stanley even started to put it up, saying that a boy fell in love, and he just clumsily dodges the topic and runs off somewhere, sweating quickly. At the table during dinner, he glances at me all the time; and only when he sees my gaze with a raised eyebrow, he sweats again, smiles wryly, stuffs his mouth with food, almost choking on it, and finally takes his confused eyes away from me. And so it is every time. He surprises me. And once again, Dipper comes to me with an offer of help. And I don’t want to refuse, but it’s getting harder to tolerate his increasingly annoying company. As always, I couldn’t refuse and agreed. What else can I do? To all my warnings about danger, he replied that he had repeatedly fought and defeated Bill. Sometimes it seems to me that with his tenacity he will achieve a lot. That’s why I refuse his request to become my apprentice. He does not understand this, it is definitely worth having a conversation with him on this topic. I told him about the crack on the sphere — the interdimensional portal; a strange gleam appeared in his eyes, it alerted me and suggested doing a so-called brain analysis to detect a foreign body in the face of a demon. Of course he agreed. Not without a hundred questions, of course, but he knew when to shut up. Did I say that he surprises me? Even so, I repeat myself and I will repeat it over and over again. This time it’s about unraveling his behavior. Absolutely all his thoughts were reflected on the computer monitor: “Summer away from home?”, “Uncle Stan is a real Charlotan, but this little one was asked by Gideon. a real snake!”, “Wendy is so cool!”, “Mabel and her friends made me up again at a sleepover, but they’re fun”, “Uncle Stan lied to us. I understand that we lived under the same roof with the deceiver, but this is his nocturnal activity in the underground.?”, “THE AUTHOR OF THE DIARIES IS UNCLE STAN’S TWIN BROTHER?! What the…?”, “Uncle Ford is very smart”, “Uncle Ford allowed me to help him”, “I want to become Uncle Ford’s apprentice and stay here in Gravity Falls!”, “Uncle Ford…”. When I read his last thought, I immediately turned my astonished gaze on him. What was to be expected, he immediately looked at the floor, blushed and sweated. — Please forget about the last one… Never mind— honestly, I didn’t think he would dare to say anything at all, I couldn’t. But he also said it without raising his head. — So, — I wait for a pause on purpose, — do you want to become my apprentice.? — immediately looked up. He nodded.- With my age, I wouldn’t mind. And you’re a smart, fearless boy. I’ve seen your notes and new entries in your diary. You have a fresh, new and completely extraordinary view of all these paranormal phenomena and creatures. He beamed.- But you are small, you need to study. I think you understand. — I understand. — I was really genuinely upset. Does Dipper really want to gather dust here, in a musty closet, and miss his youth, as it was with me? I was so lost in thought myself that, not only did I forget to follow the screen of thoughts, but I also fell asleep. Age reminds me of myself. And not without another attack on my brain by Bill. This time we’re in the very cave that started this whole damn thing. I don’t know what could have happened, but Dipper showed up on time. In reality. I saw him, I wanted to thank him, but I couldn’t say anything. As if. my body is being controlled. Yes, I guessed right. The guy reacted quickly: after looking into my eyes, he initially recoiled in fright, but immediately grabbed the device from himself and put it on me. Anyway, I still need an assistant. Especially him. It was clear from his face that Bill had left my mind, apparently not finding what he wanted. Yes, and I felt calmer. I smiled at him, as if saying well done. Yes, I would like to get a haircut. No matter how you take care of yourself, your hair does tend to grow. With such a head of hair, this device was barely removed. Dipper laughed softly. I understand. He came up to me to pick it up. And only now, when he finally approached (if I may say so, they find him in a hopelessly furnished three-by-three room), I noticed our height difference: I was sitting on a chair almost on the same level with him, almost face to face. Sometimes I forget that I’m almost 50 and he’s 12. I handed the helmet device into his outstretched hand before he left, and grabbed his wrist. Cool. Pulling me closer with a jerk, I noticed that he fit perfectly into the distance between my legs. With his other hand, he held his waist and quickly touched his lips to his lips. He touched it quickly, as if trying, asking for permission. A glance at him prompted me to continue what I had started. There is not complete awareness of the situation in the boy’s eyes, but the same warmth. It is difficult to call the second time a fleeting touch, rather even a real kiss. Not assertive, long, where everyone is waiting for someone’s action. Our lips were joined in some kind of heavenly dance, there is no other way to say it. But that’s what I was afraid of, I deepened the kiss. Rather, he used his tongue, which licked his lip, forced him to open his mouth, which wanted to express emotion in a moan. Junior Pines, freeing his hand from my grip, grabbed my face with both hands, which he himself used and pushed his tongue into my mouth. The range of emotions covered both of us, and I even got more energy. Now not only lips, but also tongues were intertwined, creating unique sensations. But then the realization comes. It lay firmly on my soul, because it became cramped in my pants and it seemed harder to breathe, someone must have heated the air. As I have already said, I lost my youth in the labors of research and wandering through dimensions, therefore I did not have a chance to experience such a thing. I gently put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him away. In Dipper’s eyes, only the emerging excitement was mixed with disappointment. “Now it’s my turn to ask you not to think about it. Consider it a thank you in cold blood to Bill in my mind.- a nod as an unspoken agreement. Silence filled everything for a while, pouring tension into the glasses. While he was carrying that damned helmet, an idea came to me that I couldn’t resist and didn’t interrupt this oppressive silence. “Do you really want to become my apprentice?” — Very much. — Then I suggest you start your training now. At the end of the summer, if we are all alive, you will return home, graduate from school and, optionally, university. Then I will be confident in you to the maximum and my parents will not mind. Agree? — Of course! *** A month and a half has passed since the day described. During this time, someone broke the sphere, letting Cipher and his offspring into our world, fortunately we Dipper tried and these monsters did not get out of the suburbs. Our city stood up to them. We got closer to Stan and plan to go to sea when the cold weather arrives. Stan himself teaches his chief assistant Zusa how to run a business. Mabel became friends with the granddaughter of my old friend Northwest, who, as I understood, died of smallpox*, also helped me build a hut, and she joined their group of girls. Today, I was finally able to get out into the city and tidy myself up. I also bought this diary. For yourself, finally, and not science, from which you can already take a break. Dipper and Mabel are also leaving today. As for the first one, we have found many common interests over the past time, he has become closer to me than a great-nephew; he has become a friend. And I fell in love.