Notes: I don't know what I'm doing. I just wanted to write something slightly angsty and depressing after reading Issue Two of the comic series. This is kind of one-sided.

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As the sun rose up high over the various suburban homes' rooftops, Dib was busy making sure the bright sunshine stayed firmly outside of his immediate space. Buried under several blankets, he hid his face further, preferring to stay in darkness rather than acknowledge the early morning sun.

There was the sound of banging pots and pans, signaling Gazlene was up and probably attempting to make breakfast. Or perhaps her wrath was on the loose again which was even more cause for his staying in bed all day.

This had become a daily occurrence for him, with him even abstaining from going to skool for a while. It had gotten bad for a while there, he'd admit it. Maybe he should have made an effort to actually shower and change clothes but dammit, he had a mission he had to complete.

None of that mattered now, of course. No, not since he had actually reappeared, proving not to be dead, as the boy once thought. At the moment, he was currently struggling to decide which was worse, the idea of the alien actually being gone or proof that he was, in fact, alive and well.

Dib mused that the alien may never stop, may always be a constant presence in his life. He didn't know how he felt about that. Right now he just felt empty and numb inside. That was cause enough for a blanket burrito.

Sometimes in life, people get what they want but more often than not, though you've tried your best and your hardest, things just don't happen for you. It's important to recognize that, to let it go and not to obsess over the losses in the game of life. Sometimes, it's just not in the cards for you.

More clanging and banging around from downstairs caused Dib to finally pop up his head, out from under the covers and to glare at his bedroom door in irritation. He pondered whether or not to actually storm down the stairs and start an unwinnable argument with his sibling.

He let out an frustrated sigh and let the covers spill off of himself to fall down onto the floor below. He rubbed at his face, letting his eyes adjust to the sunlight creeping in around his black out curtains. He reached out blindly onto his nightstand for his glasses, placing them onto his face.

He didn't like feeling this way, feeling the longing for another that wasn't reciprocated, not in the slightest. Unrequited love was what it was called. He held his head in his hands, just taking a few deep breaths and readying himself to actually get up and go out into the bright sunshine. It was time, he had to stop hiding away inside like this.

Dib descended down the stairs, surprised to find both his father and sister in the kitchen instead of just his sibling alone. His father greeted him, cup of coffee in hand as he scrolled through one of his screens in his hand, reading intently.

Gaz was indeed making breakfast or attempting to as she had several eggs cracked and emptied into a bowl and bits of flour all over the counter tops. The boy busied himself with getting some juice from the fridge, wearily watching her out of the corner of his eye though it seemed all for naught as she wore a small smile on her face.

Sitting at the table to try to wake up and sip at his juice, the family unit was quiet except for the noise of the pan on the stove and the mixing of pancake batter by Gaz.

Dib's idle mind wandered to him and what he may be up to before he angrily shook his head of the thought. Fuck him... he doesn't deserve my attention. He didn't like to often entertain the idea that he may be going insane as he heard enough of that from others but the almost constant drifting of his mind towards one green skilled alien seemed to be indicative of this.

Downing the juice in one gulp, Dib went to discard the glass in the sink and head back upstairs. Today wasn't the day for this, he'd try again tomorrow. No, he needed to head back upstairs into the darkness and retreat beneath the covers, hiding from the world.

He was however, stopped abruptly by Gaz, a firm hand placed against his chest as she peaked up at him through her bangs. "What's up with you? You've been acting weird the last week, just staying up there in your room. I'm making pancakes. You should... I don't know, eat some or something."

The raven haired boy just looked at her and frowned as she turned back to the stove to perfectly flip one of her pancakes. Their father continued silently reading his tablet.

"Look... let's just say I'm going through some things right now." Dib shrugged and then moved to head towards the stairs once more.

Neither of his family members looked up as he slowly made his way back upstairs. He sighed once the bedroom door was shut again, slumping back against it, covered in darkness. He knew this was taking the easy way out, just hiding away like this. He just... didn't feel like trying. He didn't want to deal with... him.

Climbing back under the blue covers, Dib sunk down deep underneath them, shutting out the world around him. He'd work on dealing with this monday. For now, he had to try to forget him and the strange feelings and compulsions that he brought on.