This is weird.
The walls are too white in here and it's too quiet, too small of a room. Besides that colorful 'You Can Do It!' poster the room is pretty plain.
This is really weird.
Dib bites his lip and fidgets in his seat, clutching the hem of his trench coat nervously as his guidance counselor droned on and on about trust and caring - it would be a lot easier to focus if Dib wasn't staring at Dwicky's lips the whole time.
"And that's why it's perfectly fine to talk about your feelings...Dib? Dib? Hello?"
Dwicky leans over his desk and waves a hand in front of Dib's flushed face. This just makes Dib feel dizzy, smelling cologne and wondering if Mr. Dwicky tastes like peppermint and coffee.
"Dib? Are you feeling okay?" Dwicky asks, tilting his head quizzically at Dib's half lidded eyes. "Do you need a nurse?"
"No, I'm fine," Dib exhales as he snatches the turkey-shaped stress ball on Mr. Dwicky's desk. "I MEAN- not really! I just..." He trails off hopelessly.
Nothing was wrong per-say, just Zim being the horrible alien monster jerkface that he always was and the people who he was trying to protect calling him crazy. Nothing new, same song and dance. Dib is so used to this, it almost doesn't bother him anymore.
Almost.
"It's okay Dib, you can tell me anything in here," Dwicky says reassuringly and Dib blushes a bright red, the way he said Dib's name made something below Dib's bladder lurch. "It'll stay between us."
Dib squeezes the stress ball turkey between his fingers, slightly comforted by the feeling of the gel inside.
"I feel..." Dib trails off, eyes moving over Dwicky and examining every little detail, Mr. Dwicky's shirt is left with one button loose. The tween stares, feeling his face heat up at the thought of unbuttoning another and undoing his tie and doing stuff with his mouth-
Oh...
Dib blinks a couple times and notices Mr. Dwicky's encouraging nod to continue.
"Alone."
Dib swallows audibly as Dwicky looks at him with soft, understanding eyes.
"Dib," Mr. Dwicky says, in that voice again and Dib feels like his skin might catch fire just listening to him. "Your never alone, because I'm here."
Of course, being a guidance counselor he's supposed to say these things.
The turkey stress ball makes a squeaking sound that fills most of the silence, besides the clock ticking away, which sounds so loud to Dib for some odd reason.
"T-That's nice," Dib mumbles, yanking on his collar, the air is scorching. "I feel better, actually."
Mr. Dwicky smiles like he just made a break through and Dib's chest feels like it might implode when he sees white, white teeth.
Dib is embarrassed when he realizes he's drooling, some of it getting on his hand.
Dib swings his feet once before jumping out of his chair to walk towards the door, his legs feel like there made out of jelly. 10:45, time is up.
Dwicky gets up too, walking up to Dib and crouching down to meet his level, Dib makes a flustered noise.
"Remember, you can come back anytime, my door is always open."
Dib licks his lips as he watches Dwicky move forward, wrapping his arms around him in a friendly hug. This makes Dib's cheeks stain pink, his hands moving up to cup Mr. Dwicky's shoulders.
"Uh...huh." Dib sputters dumbly, not wanting to let go and is disappointed when Dwicky pulls away.
Well, he wasn't disappointed for too long when he impetuously reached over and yanked Dwicky back to him by the hair - kissing him roughly.
Dib had his eyes shut, he couldn't see Dwicky's eyes widen in a mix of panic and shock. He had no time to react when the boy pulls away, yanking the door open so fast that it might have been pulled off by the hinges - Dib shouting something that sounded like, "See you tomorrow!" over his shoulder.