Yaaaay! New story! Kind of! Lol
I'm gonna work harder on this one in terms of writing cause I want to get better at it! I really hope you enjoy this story as much as the other one!:D
Beta: CitySlickerMIA
The place is busy with organisms filling its limited space. The noise shattering any form of silence. One boy sat there at a table. He knows where he is but he is lost. His heart aches and his head is clogged with inconclusive thoughts.
Across from the boy sat his younger sister. She loves this place for unknown reasons: It has to be the amazing pizza they make.
Anticipating air swirled between the two silent teens as they ate. Any subtle movements triggered the urge to speak, making the task of chewing almost unbearable. The younger one of the two spoke with annoyance.
"You know, I usually don't care about your 'love' life since you usually don't have one. But I was serious when I wanted an answer."
"I know." the boy made no motion of continuing the conversation. He doesn't care if he came here for this. He examined the tacky tiled table. The bland colours compelling a gag reflex from the boy. He swallowed the lump of pizza like a nervous pill and made eye contact with his sister. Her face avoided any emotion besides irritation and regret as a plate covered in triangular slops of ingredients baked together to create pizza lay in front of her.
"So, do you?" her mouth moved but her face stayed still.
There was a pause. All of which was used to absorb all the feelings and all that was said and done. Hope was as evident as a great great grandparent. The male teen looked to his sister once more, The setting sun plastering its tangy colour of yellow and orange delicately on the boy's face.
"Yes." A genuine answer.
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The sky is always grey on the first day of school. That's what Dib notices as he walks his way to school. He has been walking to school for as long as he remembers, probably ever since he started learning. The now grade 12 teen can't look at a single tree without knowing he has seen it a thousand and ten times. He wondered if his sister, Gaz, felt the same. She walks with him every school day as well. But Gaz is always on a device of some sort, completely ignoring the trees around her.
The siblings never spoke about the night at Bloaty's. They each had their own reasons and silently respected that. Gaz was more cautious of Dib, making mental notes of his behaviour. The boy's mouth was a zipper now. It only opened when it was needed to. His opinions were as silent as he was. Dib's body was like a bottle just waiting to be opened after a few good shakes. Until then he will shut his mouth. For once the younger sister, known for beating up her older brother, was frightened.
The main contributor of this inner turmoil is obvious. Zim. Gaz recognizes that the alien has made an unpleasant impression of her weak older brother. He always has but this time he was gone too far. A distance not even Dib can grasp, leaving the human behind to wither in confusion.
The dreadful appearance of the school came into view. It was surrounded by the invasion of teens and teachers that inhabited it. Summer vacation was like winter hibernating. People leave school to tend to basic needs: food and sleep and return once school is back in. The humming of background noise was becoming more define as the two neared their destination. To think these noises came from humans was unrealistic but true. Teens are animalistic.
After Dib and Gaz crossed the street, they parted ways without any goodbyes. Gaz went right and Dib left, straight to the front doors of the school. The cold feel of metal doors felt sickening for a second and Dib knew that this was for real. He was back in school, back under the same roof as him. Dib's breath hitched in his throat as the other boy's voice filled Dib's head with their school schedule conversation they shared in the summer. They had a disgustingly similar time table. To this day, the thought was just as disturbing as it was then.
Dib scanned the halls looking for a locker. He wanted a one that will isolate him from everyone else. A locker in the part of school none of the popular kids settled in. One in the back of the background, almost not exsistant. He wished he could push and lock his feelings into his locker instead of just textbooks.
His great great grandparent, hope, has created a barren child over the last two weeks.
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The deep green leaves hung lifelessly off on their branches. The wind blow its way aimlessly through the trees making each leaf dance against its will. Every once in awhile a car will casually drive by, leaving Zim behind to walk on his own.
The last two weeks were infuriating for Zim. It consisted of an abundance of thinking. Long, hard and 'dib-based' thinking. The temptation to sleep was also overwhelming but the feeling of shame mixed with uncertainty over powered. In the end, Zim didn't dare to go back. He stayed withing the deep depths of his base, researching. Every second, minute and hour of the day was spent on scrutinizing: the concept of 'Dating', showing affection or any form of ownership, making love, being in love and love as a whole. True stories about love, crimes on love, rape, gangbanging, prostitution and lust. All of it was now crammed inside the alien's head like jelly-filled donuts. One bite will spill the information all over the place and the poor soul to have taken the bite will pay.
Getting ready to begin school has a bit of a refreshing feel to it. The allure of sleep with wash away once Zim gets back into working all day. At the same time, School was dull and insignificant for Zim. Besides Zim's disoriented affair with his enemy something jarring made itself present.
The Tallests are unimpressed with Zim lack of progress. They were sceptical when the invader abruptly stopped calling. Enjoying the noiselessness inside their massive air craft, the Tallest were almost certain something terrible happened to Zim. In hopes that their assumption was correct, they called see him very much alive to their dismay. Zim was surprised when he received the Tallest's call. His leaders has stated their purpose and panic surged through the irken's tiny frame. Zim couldn't come up with anything promising for his Tallest. All his irken equipment was rusty with abandonment. Combwebs and dust littered the surfaces of each machine. His foreign utensils made for conquest lay there untouched, expressing their uselessness. Zim stood in front of the impatient stares of his rulers. Zim's response was as unprogressive as his work.
"It's getting there..."
Zim was beginning to believe that Dib has left a substantial impression on him. Although that was always the case, this impact is different and far more confusing than the simple hate they shared.
Zim wished he could pinpoint where he went wrong with Dib. Zero in on what he did that caused this unexplainable Dib to make himself known. Zim presumed it was the kiss, perhaps the second one was the summoner of Dib's odd behaviour. Zim is aware that willing Dib to kiss again was a mistake. Things went out of hand, snowballed down a steep hill and its still rolling. Invading earth has become a second priority for Zim. Understanding his human nemesis has pushed its way up to the top of the irken's list. Zim has to understand. But he can't comprehend what to do. His feelings about Dib have changed and he can't find a way to let the other know without having to say.
'Actions speak louder than words, Zim and what you say doesn't match what you do.'
The phrase wrapped around Zim's thoughts like a string tied too tight around a finger. Always reminding him of what the human said. It left him wondering; 'How do I make that connection?' Dib has accused Zim of caring but Zim never once said he cared and that's what angers Zim the most. It was the Dib who made no sense.
Zim made his way to the empty field. The grass slid under his boots as he walked to the front doors. The silence was eerie, threatening Zim to get inside. When grey metal doors opened with a creak and Zim took a glace around, no one was there. He stepped inside and began the search for his homeroom. A majority of the locker population was claimed. The air smelled of wet paper and ink. Zim turned the corner of the hall and walked into the foyer. The light tip-taps of his boots echoing within the space. He made his way to the many white sheets fulled with fine, black letters and searched for his name on the list.
On the taped page categorized as "I" was Zim's name. When he entered high school the school board questioned his illegal name 'Zim'. They were bewildered to find out that his elementary school allowed this file into their records. On the spot Zim informed the intrusive humans that his last name was 'Irken'. They insisted they consult a parent but Zim waved them off in a 'take-it or leave it' manner and they involuntarily left it at that. Dib would pull his hair out when it came time for attendance. 'Zim Irken' clearly said 'Zim is irken, an alien species' But as usual no one noticed or even cared. Zim loved the concept dearly.
221, Miss. Mead.
Zim quickly turned to head to his science class; he didn't rush himself like he should have. He did have the class with Dib.
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"I went camping with my family and it was ok. My brother wouldn't stop running around naked, yelling 'I'M TARZAN!'" the entire class laughed, save for one black-haired boy. "Yeah, I'm not sure it that was amusing or not." she added.
The teacher at the front was having a blast hearing what her new students had experienced during the summer. Their science teacher has a jolly vibe to her. She had cheerfulness in her smile that shined in her squinted eyes as she laughed. Her hair was a fine blonde and shined in the light as she moved. Her height was normal and so was her size. Her clothes were professional but stylish with dark hues and subtle textures, all of which contrasted her personality.
As the laughter died down the class room door slowly opened and revealed a green-skinned teen. Miss. Mead turned to glance at the new arrival and smiled at the suddenly timid boy. Zim stepped in and kept his glace down. The minute he peeked inside his brain cued his eyes to hunt for the human. To prevent any further exploration Zim kept his gaze to the spotless floor.
"And what is your name, little one?" the teacher asked elegantly. A spark of anger ignited within the teen, not liking being called little but he forced the reaction back and looked up at his teacher.
"Zim." he said softly.
Meanwhile, Dib in the back was shocked to see Zim acting this way. He knew for a fact Zim would flip out about being called 'little'. Dib as well knew he would see Zim in this class but the alien's shyness throw him off. He continued to watch the other with crazed eyes. The student beside him titled her head a bit. She noted the intense look her 'seating buddy', the name their teacher referred to them as, was directing to the tardy student.
"Ok, Zim, since you're already up here and have the whole class' attention, Why don't you tell us about your summer?" came the seemingly innocent question.
Zim's body tensed at the question. He slowly glanced around the room and locked eyes with a pair of honey ones. They burned with undeniable hostility. Zim turned his head away from Dib and looked to his new science teacher.
"I had a terrible summer, can I sit down now?" Zim said impatiently. The teacher gave him a sympathetic look and nodded her head with a smile. She gestured the teen to the back, across from Dib. Zim stood where he was.
"Is there something wrong Zim?" she asked, concern laced in her words. Zim shook his head and quietly took the seat. Dib tried to hide the fact that he was glaring at Zim the second he stepped in. He looked to the girl beside him; she gave him a sweet smile. Dib blushed.
The rest of the class got their chance to say what they did over the break. Zim picked at his chipped desk. It was obvious the alien was avoiding Dib in any way he could and Dib did not hesitate to do the same. Zim had no one to accompany him like Dib did, the girl sitting next to the human sat there pondering away.
The bell rang signalling for the kids to head to their next class. Everyone hastily grabbed their belongings and made a their way out the door. Zim and Dib were most eager to leave and as they both got up, they bumped shoulders. The sudden touch had them jumping. They flushed and moved around to make room to leave. From behind, Dib's 'seating buddy' stared attentively.
My goal is to not make the 'seating buddy' really annoying and typical. :) lol
