Lose endies! *tie tie tie* This chap is old and I don't feel like editing it.
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Dib stepped back from the banister in horror, trying to shake the picture of the unconscious Gaz out of his mind. This couldn't be happening, he didn't do this..she just fell..yeah, that was it. He put his hand on the doorknob to his room then stopped. He thought about calling 911 for a minuet, he probly should, she could really be hurt. He licked his lips then went into his room, shutting the door behind him. He washed up then sat down and watched TV until he heard his father downstairs.
"Gaz?!"
He got off his bed and went to the top of the stairs.
"Dad, what's wro--Gaz?!" He rushed down the stairs and stared at Gaz's body as his father went to the phone to call 911. Dib thought for a moment, what if Gaz remembered what happened...? She stirred a bit and groaned in pain.
"What happened...?" She asked.
Dib smiled a private smile, how convenient.
"Oh Gaz!" He said, "Are you ok? You must have taken a bad fall down the stairs from the looks of it!"
"I guess so..oh man..I feel awful.."
Their father came over to them, "The ambulance will be here soon." Then he went back down to his lab. Dib growled, his dad didn't even care about Gaz. But there was time to think about that later. Dib sat down next to Gaz to wait.
"Is there anything I can get you? A snack? Water? A hole in the head?" Dib coughed, where the hell had that come from?!
"What was that last one?"
"Water..."
"Yea...ok...I'll take some water please.." Gaz said, acting a bit suspicious. Dib went over to the cubbord and got her favorite mug out. It was purple with bright yellow stars on it. Dib thought it was too babyish but since it had been a gift from their mother right before she had died he didn't approach her with his opinion. He put a straw in it and set it near Gaz. She took a small sip when the door opened and three men in white rushed in with a stretcher. They gently put her on the stretcher and carried her out of the house and to the hospital. Dib looked at the floor, there was a puddle of blood on it.
"I guess I should clean that up..." He paused for a moment then moved closer, he put his hand in the blood and ran his fingers through it. He brought his hand back up and stared at it. He slowly brought his hand to his mouth to lick the blood off when he stopped suddenly.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He shook his head and went over to the sink and washed off his hands. He got a few damp paper towels and cleaned the blood off the floor. Then he went up to his room to watch some TV.
Gaz had come home 2 days later, she was doing well accept for a broken right arm and she was in a bad attitude worse than usual. Dib had welcomed her back with open arms, just happy to see that she was well again. Their father had comes upstairs for 2 seconds to greet her then had gone back down stairs. Dib and Gaz were sitting at the table eating lunch, well, Dib was at least, Gaz was having a little trouble since her right arm was the one she did everything with.
"Dib, can you help me, I can't do anything without my right arm." She asked, a little whiney Dib thought.
"Of coarse." He smiled but inside his annoyance was growing. He had been doing things for her all morning. He had helped her eat breakfast, turn on the TV, open doors. He didn't really mind helping her but he had things to do himself, he couldn't just follow her around the whole time. And tomorrow was skool, she could find someone else to help her. He went over to her and picked up her sandwich.
"No no, that's all wrong, flip it over, I like the cheese on the top." She said.
Dib growled and flipped over the sandwich irritably.
"My sandwich doesn't like your attitude, smile."
Dib's eye twitched as he smiled. He brought his hand back and quickly shoved the sandwich in his sister's mouth, catching her by surprise. He then hurried upstairs leaving Gaz to choke and cough on her ham and cheese sandwich. He turned on the radio and flopped down on his bed. Taking out his leather bound black notebook with his name on the front in gold lettering, he began to write what had happened. (A/N: Ah, I love that notebook!) About 15 minuets later he stretched and decided to take a nap, he put his notebook away then turned off his lamp and the radio. He shifted and got under the covers, snuggling into his large body length pillow. He then slowly drifted off into an uneasy sleep. His dreams were filled with a soft haunting voice he knew, but couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Gaaaaazzyyyy, come out come out where ever you are...."
"I have something to shoooowww youuuu...Gaaaazzzyyyyy..."
Beep beep beep. Dib sat up and rubbed his eyes, his alarm was going off, 6 am. He got up and changed out of his clothes and into some clean ones. Just then he heard a taunting voice outside his door.
"Dib, I need your help dear brother, I can't seem to get my backpack ready." It was Gaz.
Dib sighed in annoyance and went next-door into Gaz's room, he gathered all her books and papers and put them in her backpack. He gave it to Gaz then hurried off to get his own stuff ready, he gathered all his stuff together then hurried downstairs and out the door, just in time to catch the bus. Gaz was already on it, staring out the window. He sat down in an empty seat in the back, ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed. It was going to be a long day, but at least he'd be free from Gaz.
"Attention, will Dib Membrane report to room 103 please." Dib looked up from his work, slightly confused, that was his sister's classroom...He got up and went down the hall to room 103 and went in.
"Oh, hello Dib," the teacher stood up and said, "Gaz wanted you to help her, she doesn't want anyone else because you do everything just right."
Dib stared in disbelief, Gaz was doing this on purpose! He groaned and sat down in an empty desk next to his grinning sister. She passed him her paper and pencil and told him to take notes.
The day passed slowly and Gaz had given Dib all sorts of tasks to do. He had to take hundreds of notes, write papers, answer questions, and all sorts of pointless other things. Finally the day was over and it was time to go home, he was tired and cranky, and all he wanted to do was relax and watch TV, he was glad he didn't have any homework. He opened the door for Gaz and hurried upstairs before she could ask him to do something else for him. Shutting the door behind him he sat down on his bed and clicked on the TV. Less than 10 minuets later her heard a voice outside his door.
"Oh brother dear!" It was Gaz...again!
Dib's anger flared up, he was sick of this. It was time to end this once and for all.
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Ooooo, suspense. R&R.
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Dib stepped back from the banister in horror, trying to shake the picture of the unconscious Gaz out of his mind. This couldn't be happening, he didn't do this..she just fell..yeah, that was it. He put his hand on the doorknob to his room then stopped. He thought about calling 911 for a minuet, he probly should, she could really be hurt. He licked his lips then went into his room, shutting the door behind him. He washed up then sat down and watched TV until he heard his father downstairs.
"Gaz?!"
He got off his bed and went to the top of the stairs.
"Dad, what's wro--Gaz?!" He rushed down the stairs and stared at Gaz's body as his father went to the phone to call 911. Dib thought for a moment, what if Gaz remembered what happened...? She stirred a bit and groaned in pain.
"What happened...?" She asked.
Dib smiled a private smile, how convenient.
"Oh Gaz!" He said, "Are you ok? You must have taken a bad fall down the stairs from the looks of it!"
"I guess so..oh man..I feel awful.."
Their father came over to them, "The ambulance will be here soon." Then he went back down to his lab. Dib growled, his dad didn't even care about Gaz. But there was time to think about that later. Dib sat down next to Gaz to wait.
"Is there anything I can get you? A snack? Water? A hole in the head?" Dib coughed, where the hell had that come from?!
"What was that last one?"
"Water..."
"Yea...ok...I'll take some water please.." Gaz said, acting a bit suspicious. Dib went over to the cubbord and got her favorite mug out. It was purple with bright yellow stars on it. Dib thought it was too babyish but since it had been a gift from their mother right before she had died he didn't approach her with his opinion. He put a straw in it and set it near Gaz. She took a small sip when the door opened and three men in white rushed in with a stretcher. They gently put her on the stretcher and carried her out of the house and to the hospital. Dib looked at the floor, there was a puddle of blood on it.
"I guess I should clean that up..." He paused for a moment then moved closer, he put his hand in the blood and ran his fingers through it. He brought his hand back up and stared at it. He slowly brought his hand to his mouth to lick the blood off when he stopped suddenly.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He shook his head and went over to the sink and washed off his hands. He got a few damp paper towels and cleaned the blood off the floor. Then he went up to his room to watch some TV.
Gaz had come home 2 days later, she was doing well accept for a broken right arm and she was in a bad attitude worse than usual. Dib had welcomed her back with open arms, just happy to see that she was well again. Their father had comes upstairs for 2 seconds to greet her then had gone back down stairs. Dib and Gaz were sitting at the table eating lunch, well, Dib was at least, Gaz was having a little trouble since her right arm was the one she did everything with.
"Dib, can you help me, I can't do anything without my right arm." She asked, a little whiney Dib thought.
"Of coarse." He smiled but inside his annoyance was growing. He had been doing things for her all morning. He had helped her eat breakfast, turn on the TV, open doors. He didn't really mind helping her but he had things to do himself, he couldn't just follow her around the whole time. And tomorrow was skool, she could find someone else to help her. He went over to her and picked up her sandwich.
"No no, that's all wrong, flip it over, I like the cheese on the top." She said.
Dib growled and flipped over the sandwich irritably.
"My sandwich doesn't like your attitude, smile."
Dib's eye twitched as he smiled. He brought his hand back and quickly shoved the sandwich in his sister's mouth, catching her by surprise. He then hurried upstairs leaving Gaz to choke and cough on her ham and cheese sandwich. He turned on the radio and flopped down on his bed. Taking out his leather bound black notebook with his name on the front in gold lettering, he began to write what had happened. (A/N: Ah, I love that notebook!) About 15 minuets later he stretched and decided to take a nap, he put his notebook away then turned off his lamp and the radio. He shifted and got under the covers, snuggling into his large body length pillow. He then slowly drifted off into an uneasy sleep. His dreams were filled with a soft haunting voice he knew, but couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Gaaaaazzyyyy, come out come out where ever you are...."
"I have something to shoooowww youuuu...Gaaaazzzyyyyy..."
Beep beep beep. Dib sat up and rubbed his eyes, his alarm was going off, 6 am. He got up and changed out of his clothes and into some clean ones. Just then he heard a taunting voice outside his door.
"Dib, I need your help dear brother, I can't seem to get my backpack ready." It was Gaz.
Dib sighed in annoyance and went next-door into Gaz's room, he gathered all her books and papers and put them in her backpack. He gave it to Gaz then hurried off to get his own stuff ready, he gathered all his stuff together then hurried downstairs and out the door, just in time to catch the bus. Gaz was already on it, staring out the window. He sat down in an empty seat in the back, ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed. It was going to be a long day, but at least he'd be free from Gaz.
"Attention, will Dib Membrane report to room 103 please." Dib looked up from his work, slightly confused, that was his sister's classroom...He got up and went down the hall to room 103 and went in.
"Oh, hello Dib," the teacher stood up and said, "Gaz wanted you to help her, she doesn't want anyone else because you do everything just right."
Dib stared in disbelief, Gaz was doing this on purpose! He groaned and sat down in an empty desk next to his grinning sister. She passed him her paper and pencil and told him to take notes.
The day passed slowly and Gaz had given Dib all sorts of tasks to do. He had to take hundreds of notes, write papers, answer questions, and all sorts of pointless other things. Finally the day was over and it was time to go home, he was tired and cranky, and all he wanted to do was relax and watch TV, he was glad he didn't have any homework. He opened the door for Gaz and hurried upstairs before she could ask him to do something else for him. Shutting the door behind him he sat down on his bed and clicked on the TV. Less than 10 minuets later her heard a voice outside his door.
"Oh brother dear!" It was Gaz...again!
Dib's anger flared up, he was sick of this. It was time to end this once and for all.
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Ooooo, suspense. R&R.
