It's three in the morning and Dib still can't sleep, his cheek is resting onto his pillow, gold eyes blinking slowly.
In the darkness, Dib can't see much. The blinds are open, but it's raining and the only light comes from the glowing figures on the digital clock. Dib is not alarmed when he hears the bedroom door creak as it slowly shut, its final click echoing in the hallway.
His fingers curl around the bedsheet, he turns himself on his back. The white of the ceiling is what he allows himself to see.
IT steps through Dib's room and makes it's way towards the bed, IT stands at the foot for a moment.
Dib swallows nervously, his throat tight as he held his breath.
IT reaches over and pulls off the blanket that was tucked into Dib's sides slowly, and the way IT climbed into bed was such a jarring movement that it floored Dib's best attempts to keep still.
The hissing and clicking of IT's tongue makes Dib think that he should be scared, but he is reminded otherwise when he feels a hand brush his scythe-like hair back lovingly.
Their bodies are pressed together, and IT decides to wrap it's arms around Dib's waist, burying it's face into Dib's hair. IT sniffs at him and it makes the boy flush, pressing his cheek against the smooth skin of the stranger's.
The boy hooks his leg around the other's.
IT murmurs something Dib can't understand into his ear, indistinguishable words that managed to sound soothing and Dib is aching to be kissed. And as if IT knew, it reaches up, parting the boy's mouth with It's lips and licking Dib's teeth. The boy feels the other lower it's head, a hand pawing at the skin stretched tightly over the boy's ribcage as it laughed softly.
IT rests a smirk against Dib's side before sinking it's teeth in, Dib moans, his back arching and his toes curling.
Dib never locks his window, and every morning he traces the pretty imprint of teeth on his skin, humming happily.
(Rain peppers silver on the windows; outside, it patterns spots on bare green skin-sizzling-and IT runs a finger down a blade of grass.)
xxx
The screaming, tumbling mass of black hair flew across the lunch room in an alarming rate, causing the tray that Dib was carrying to also fly out of his grasp - the contents catapulting forward and splattering against something that Dib couldn't see as his line of sight met with the lunch room floor.
All thanks to the two kids that pushed him.
Dib gets up, his legs creaking as he groaned, he looked ahead-bewildered-as he saw that Jessica, was now covered with ketchup and rice.
"I-I'm really sorry, I..."
Jessica growls, teeth exposed as her lips peel back in a snarl, as if signaling Torque to attack. Suddenly, a strong hand twists Dib's shirt in his clutch, the fabric choking him quickly.
"Geeze, you'd think with four-eyes you'd be able to watch where your going!" Jessica hisses, brushing off a few stray pieces of rice off her skirt.
Torque laughs, as if in agreement and Dib wiggles around in his grasp, feeling small and helpless.
"I didn't mean to-"
It's then, Torque begins to shove peas down the front of Dib's pants, the awkward moist feeling makes Dib squirm. Jessica sticks her tongue out at Dib, before scooping up the mashed potatoes from her tray and plopping them on his head. She giggles behind her dirty fingers.
"It's okay, Dib" She jeers, and Torque finally lets go. "I guess we're even."
Dib blinks at the blonde twists of the girl's hair dangling slowly behind her neck, wondering how someone so pretty could be so mean and acerbic.
School is over, and Dib's eyes water, they do not stop watering.
He arrives home. Book bag landing on the floor with a soft thud and Gaz, who got home before he did, sitting on the couch. She looks up and sees her brother's red, puffy eyes.
She doesn't ask what's wrong. She isn't sure if it was because she already knew, or if she didn't care.
xxx
Softness, on lips. They tingled, almost itched and burned.
Sheets tangle at Dib's ankles, he shifts underneath the body above him, once again. There's moonlight peeking under the blinds, a band across IT's back but all Dib can see is darkness.
It's too easy to curl IT's hands around his waist, too easy to kiss the back of his neck and let IT's fingers twist into the hem of his shirt.
He bites his lip as IT slides IT's hands under his waistband. Sometimes, Dib begs.
IT slips it's fingers around Dib's member and teases it.
It's too late to be coy, the boy shudders breaths through his lips.
Dib never knows what name to call.
xxx
"I forgot," Dib says to himself, listlessly.
It's raining again. His hair, wet, is smooth against his neck yet the jagged piece of hair atop his head keeps it's shape even with the cold water pounding against his skull.
Dib cuts through the woodsy area, not completely ready to go home to a house with a mean sister and an invisible father, his book bag is dragged through the mud - Dib yanking it by the arms as he didn't feel like carrying it.
("How does it feel to be a complete loser?" Jessica asked, coiling one strand of blonde hair around a milky-white finger, her sandal-clad feet kicked aimlessly through a handful of dirt under her foot as she did so. It got into Dib's eyes, she had his glasses.)
Dib can feel his legs weaken, his trench coat was soaked and he realized he didn't have an umbrella.
"I'm tired..." The boy muttered, dropping to his knees, then body hitting the muddied ground completely. "I should..."
Dib, despite being soaked to the bone, dry leaves and weeds pressed into his hair and his thighs - fell asleep.
xxx
Dib dreams of green skin and dark red.
xxx
Dib wakes up, raw-honey eyes opening up ever so slowly, fingers palming the wet grass. His eyes sweeped the ground as he got up with mild-interest, the sky was a very dark blue. He was supposed to be home hours ago.
Dib rubs the sleep away from his eyes, bending down and reaching behind him for his bag-
It wasn't there.
Dib's head whirled around to see where it went, but it looked as it had disappeared.
Dib blinked, what? Book bags don't just grow legs and walk away, where did it go?
The papery pale skinned boy sighed helplessly, it didn't matter where it went now, he had to get home. Bad things usually happened to kids who were wandering around at night anyway.
Dib had fallen into an even heavier sleep when his head hit the pillow at home, his wet clothes were tossed off carelessly to the side of the room - his duvet that bundled up his arms and legs made him feel warm again.
When the morning came, Dib woke up and realized his friend never came around to visit him, and he found himself very disappointed. He kicks off the comforter and pulls his legs up to his chest, biting his knee, his eyes watering at the thought that his 'nightly-visitor' might have lost interest.
His bag was waiting for him at the door, his notebook was open.
There is a Z engraved into the page, scratched in so hard by the pen that it tore through the paper.