Chapter two completed. Although I finished the two chapters in one night, I think it took me long enough, even though it IS rather short. Oh well...I'm going for three now. Three should be more Zim based, as Chapter one was Gaz based and two was more Dibbish.



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He sat, awake in the living room at five in the morning. Dawn crept over the man-made steel and glass mountains just a mile away from where he lived. A few minutes later, a few crystals of sunlight would pierce through the window, despite the closed blinds. Gaz had went upstairs upon arrival, supposedly to sleep, but he had his doubts on how long that would last. The TV caused his skin to flicker all sorts of strange colors as he watched it. No sound came from it though; he'd put the speakers to rest after Gaz left him alone down there. If he did happen to wake her, it would be his chosen fate, and she would decide it.

His trench coat lay discarded in front of the couch. He was reclined on the piece of furniture sideways, feet propped over the arm, so not to dirty it with the mud from outside. Feeling his lids grow heavy, he moved the decorative pillows from behind his back, with the exception of one, which he left behind his head. Ever so slowly, he lost his alertness, and the golden oculars were lost somewhere behind the thick eyelids and glasses.

However, he was startled to an awakening when a loud thwacking sound occurred somewhere upstairs. Gaz's loud voice seeped through the ceiling to him, and only some of the words were clear to him. How odd, she seemed loud enough, but muffled. After a few minutes of musing over the possibilities, Dib lost track of time, and got caught up in his mind, forgetting to even check on her. Eventually, she grew silent. When this happened, he relaxed himself and shut his eyes, taking it in as being a dream...

The next true morning, he called to his sister repeatedly, informing her that she was going to be late for Skool. He hadn't even noticed her absence the day before, but it gradually came into his view. He made his way up the stairs, walking to her room and knocking. Receiving no response, he adjusted his blue shirt and coat, then tried the door. Locked. He sighed. This had happened before. She'd get pissed and lock herself away from the world into her own paradise. Dib knew that she did things that one shouldn't, but who was there to tell that would believe him? He couldn't even ask advice, without being looked at oddly.

Deciding that she wouldn't leave her own personal vacation for another twenty-four hours at least, he went on his way. Nothing existed to be done about her. Not within Dib's reaches, anyway. In mid-journey, Dib stopped to see his reflection in the flat screen's glass. Scythe was in position. Good. He looked exactly the way he wanted to, no matter what his father found more appropriate for his figure. He was a scientist, so what could he know about clothing? He chuckled, bending down to adjust a buckle on his boot before heading out the door.

At Skool, no one asked about her. This was normal. None of the students really cared about them. They didn't put forth much effort to prove otherwise, either. He really had no thoughts about her for the entirety of that morning himself.

Toward the end of the skool day, as Zim and Dib passed one another, rather than glaring, Zim grinned widely and made a path around him. The look on his face made Dib stop and raise a brow. It was only common practice for him to make a face like that if...

"I know you're up to something!" Dib yelled back through the crowd, but Zim was nowhere to be seen. He growled lowly and mumbled something out of hearing range for those about him. It was probably for the better, as people were already beginning to laugh at him over the little he'd done just then. His hand was brought to his face and, using a single digit, he pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Defeatedly, the boy sighed and completed the task of getting to, and putting his books in his locker. One period left of Skool for that day. It hadn't been the best of all spent time, but Mondays were generally the devil's other holidays.

He shuffled, hurriedly to Technology Sciences. Someone's shoulder painted a pink spot on Dib's face and he winced, yet kept his pace level. Chances were, Torque was laughing at him, and planning on skipping his next class, he thought. He knew all of Torque's schedule. Math was next for him. That familiar shade of green caught his eye and he looked up and to the left. Zim and some girl appeared to be discussing something. What sort of girl actually got along with him? His head made a negative motion, but he went on. No point in being late because Zim was going to try and take over the Earth again.

Because if he obeyed his instincts, he just knew he'd be suspended for doing that too many times.