-1Todd questioned why he ever listened to Pepito. He hated this idea of another party at the house. It wasn't even their house! They were just living in it. Todd Casil hadn't liked living with Pepito and a few other friends, but it was safe than living alone. He didn't like the house they were staying in either.
At age ten, Todd left his parents house and decided to move into Scary Neighbor Man's home. Todd didn't want to be alone, and he happened to only have one friend. This 'friend' would be the Mini Anti-Christ, Pepito. Todd didn't like Pepito all that much, but it was alright. Once starting high school, they had a few other people move in with them. Samantha AKA Sam, Pepito's off and on girlfriend, moved in a few months after their freshman year began. Then, in the midst of sophomore year, their friends Dib and Gaz moved in after their father had to leave them alone to do work in a different country and would never be able to see or take care of them. Todd could say that he was never lonely.
The group of them had straightened up the house a lot within the years they had lived there. They had made the main floor livable. They had cleaned out the basements as well as they could. They cleaned the first ten floors down before giving up and realizing the no one would go down any further. The ones who hadn't died already had been let go, promising they would be good people. Pepito had a nice chat with the Thing behind the wall…and then, killed it. Without a need for the large amounts of blood saved up for the wall, the group kept most of the weaponry, strange devices, and blood in a room and locked it up tight.
The thing that ticked most of them was the cleaning of the main level and the first floor of the basement. Cleaning all the blood was work in itself, but Pepito had main issues with Todd not letting go. With much talk and consideration, the five of them decided to put all of the original stuff that was on the main level into a room on the sixth floor of the basement. This room was kept locked up by Todd, and only by Todd. He let no one else in there.
By the end of their sophomore year, the quintet had quite a nice little home. They had brought in a lot of things from Dib and Gaz's home to make the house livable. They had brought in the couch, TV, Computer, kitchen appliances, and beds. Pepito had brought in a couple arm chairs, a kitchen table, and a few beds himself. They had windows put in and a new door. They fixed up the walls and painted them. The only thing they couldn't do was get some grass to grow out on the front lawn so it remained to be soil. The place was finally a home.
Currently in the beginning of their senior year of high school, Pepito had made at least one party every week in the house. They varied in size, but they were usually destructive. Todd didn't like it one bit. He knew the house's previous owner would have shit a brick of he would come home eventually to find this. The Anti-Christ assured everything would be fine, but Todd wasn't comfortable with it. No one ever called the cops. They never came to this place. Never had in the past and probably never will in the future. The music blared, alcohol was being spilt everywhere, people were screwing and making out everywhere(gay and straight and bi alike!), and nothing seemed to have good moral. Except Lil' Todd, sitting on the couch and slurping on a Cherry Doom BrainFreezy!
Now, the group wasn't the same as they were as kids. Oh no! Todd Casil had grown up quite a bit. He had a good body build. After getting over a fear of balls, he became a good baseball player, and he became the star player for the school, leading them into the best seasons they've seen. Pepito became the definition of Gothic Sexy. He was the king of the Goths around the school, and people followed him religiously. Though, Todd noticed that he still had an eye twitch. Sam was a jocky goth. She was on the school volleyball team, but she kept with her dark self, not transforming into mindless zombies like the other girls. She was very pretty, but Todd didn't like her too much(figured her as scary in a way by her strange habits). Gaz had grown a lot. She still had her game obsession and was the Queen of the Games at school, but she was a woman now. She had many strong features about her, but she knew that she had to look after Dib since no one else would. With his scythe-like hair growing along with him, Dib was tall like his father and didn't lack too much in the looks. His head didn't shrink too much, but grew along with his lanky body. Still obsessed with the paranormal, his relationship with Zim was taken to a more…personal level. These five roommates fought to survive with each other every day.
As the party decided to go away at about two in the morning on Thursday, Pepito decided to join Todd. Gaz was in her and Sam's room, playing video games. Sam was taking a shower(which they also replaced). Dib was in his room with Zim. What else did Pepito have to do?
"Hola, Amigo," he said to the boy with the Freezy.
"Hey," Todd replied, flipping through the channels.
"Another night where you did nothing while a party was going on," Pepito told him. "This one was for you too! For that win tonight."
"I didn't want the fucking thing," Todd told him. "You know that I hate these damn parties you throw."
"What do you keep thinking the man that lived here before is gonna come back and kill everyone because they're in his house?" Pepito asked, chuckling. "I highly doubt that will ever, ever happen, amigo."
"You never know!" Todd defended. "Johnny always came when you never expected it."
"I think you worry too much about everything," Sam said, walking through the room covered only by a towel around very little of her body. "You need to just like…stop worrying and enjoy the life around you. If the guy that lived here before wanted you to be happy, wouldn't he be happy that you were doing that?"
"Yeah, but not with the assholes you guys know!" Todd declared.
"Do you know anyone?" Pepito asked.
Todd went quiet. Just as he did, the moans of Dib began to grow louder. The two boys and the Towel Girl looked up at the wall behind the couch. The noises were heard frequently, but the two knew the rules. If the party was over, they had to stop.
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH ON YOUR BIG HEAD, DIB!" Gaz's voice roared over everything.
But it didn't cease. The group of them all sighed. Todd got up off the couch. He walked through the living room and to the kitchen. He walked passed Sam, who was making a sandwich. He took a last sip from him Freezy and threw it away. He walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his jacket with the car keys in his pocket.
"I'll be back, I want another Freezy…"
"Another night without sleep, amigo?" Pepito asked.
"Yeah…I think so…I don't really feel much like sleeping," Todd told them.
"You have Smith's big test tomorrow," Sam commented, "you sure you don't want to?"
"Yeah," Todd said. "See you guys in the morning."
"Night," the two chimed as the door shut.
"I'm worried about him," Sam told Pepito.
"Don't worry about, senorita," Pepito said, standing up and walking over to the girl, offering out half a sandwich. "He'll be alright…I hope. Is this Bologna?"
Todd walked into the 24/7 store. He smiled to the guy behind the counter who just grunted and continued to look at his porn. Todd walked over and filled up another cup of Cherry Doom. He looked around the place, grabbed a Frooty Pop and a bag of Fritos, and went to pay. The man took his money, and Todd walked out with no problems. He was happy about that.
He was hearing screams. He looked around. Todd wasn't a fan of the screaming. He had been hearing it a lot. It was possibly just the sounds of the city, but recently, it was getting disturbing. Todd let out a Squee and just got into his car. He looked over in the passenger seat at the Trauma Sponge Bear.
"Shmee, this isn't normal, is it?" he asked.
"Of course, it is," Shmee told him. "Me, you, the night, and a Brain Freezy. What's so not normal about the night, Squee-Child?"
"I mean, how I hear the screams of the helpless and stuff," Todd told his bear as he drove down the road.
"Uh…um…of course it is!" Shmee said. "Totally normal! It something that happens when you turn into a teenager."
"Sam and Gaz don't hear them," Todd explained to his bear.
"It is a boy thing," Shmee defended. "Samantha may be close to a man, but she's not. Neither is Gaz-Girl."
"Look, Shmee….I'm not saying anything bad about my friends, but--"
"Friends? You call them friends?" Shmee asked him.
"Well, yeah, they're the closest thing I've got to them," Todd told his bear as he got out the car and picked him up.
"Finally, I get out of this damn car, why the fuck didn't you bring me with you the first time?" Shmee asked.
"Another party," Todd told him as he walked into the door.
He looked at Zim, reaching up to one of the top cabinets with only pants on. He sighed. The alien was meant to be short, but something about the pollution on earth made him have growth spurt. He was about 6' 3" or so. He was able to take over Irk, but he wouldn't do it. Why? Todd didn't know. Probably to stay with Dib. That's love for you.
"Hey Zim," Todd smiled.
"Hello earth child and filthy earth teddy bear," Zim said, smiling as he pulled out some adhesive medical strips.
"What are those for, Zim?" Todd asked.
"Oh, Dib-Worm just had a little mishap," Zim explain, maniacal smile on his face. "Nothing to worry about. With these earth technologies, he'll be just fine and dandy!"
As Zim walked off, Todd just sighed. He placed Shmee on the couch and walked to the basement. As he wandered down the spiraling stairs, Todd began to wonder why he was doing this. Why he did this when he felt the need not to sleep? Todd hadn't been sleeping a lot lately and this was becoming his new lifestyle.
He unlocked the door with blood. The blood, weaponry, and torture equipment. He took out a blade and laughed. He remember this one so well, and it was his favorite. The blade Johnny had used to chop off the man's hand that was going to rape him behind the mall. Todd just smiled as he ran his finger across the smooth blade. How great it would be to take out some of those assholes with this! The very blade his 'brother' once used. It would be worth it! At least then, Shmee wouldn't have to sit out in the car during all the parties.