A/N: Ashen snowflake…you are my muse! You adorable ball of support! And this one guest who is also an adorable, fluffy mass of praise! Yes. Praise me. PRAISE ME! Ahem…anyway…
I want to know what you guys prefer…
Zim (and Tak, Skoodge, etc.) as a legitimate human, OR he's still an alien? Lemme know!
First of all, what the hell it's this guy's problem!?
Dib and lay his throbbing head on the bed forcefully, still facing his prick of a roommate. Dib didn't even know his name was yet but shrugged the fact off, he didn't really care anyway. Soon, he mused in his mind. he will want to leave! A vicious smile curled onto his pale face.
But wait dude, his mind said.
Hnn?
That guy looks like a hot piece of ass. How about you apologize and then…?
No no no! he fought back. He's an asshole, don't you remember what just happened? I laughed and he blew up!
But still…
…But still…
Dib shook his head violently into the surprisingly soft covers to dissipate the thoughts. His head was dumb sometimes. Dib sighed again. When he did, he notice his roommate tense for a moment, then relax and continue. Dib furrowed his brows in curiosity. His honey colored eys fixed on the tanned guy and he "ahem"-ed. His roommate tensed the same as before.
The raven rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, his mind churning with questions. Was he scared? Or still angry whenever he made noise? Or just…what? Damn. This has been the worst first impression he had ever gave. Or gotten. What a day and it was only 10 in the morning.
Dib tugged on his ear cuff, thinking about ways to get the other guy to leave. Constant nagging. Being annoying. Pulling pranks. He smiled at that one. That would be fun.
The raven turned his head to the wall beside him, littered of colored rectangles with maps and stars and names. He knew all the dots and lines by heart as well as all the names of the constellations. He smiled at them fondly, remembering all the days he had spent staring and studying them. He had also always been somewhat fascinated by the paranormal. Dib had seen all the scary movies that had come out in the past 25 years and had also watched many a documentary on things like Bigfoot and Slenderman.
The tour of the campus wasn't held until 12, so Dib was contemplating on a nap. His roommate seemed to have either finished or gotten bored of what he was doing and, to Dib's dissmay, put everything away before Dib could see. He too lay on his back and stare up at the ceiling. It was plain awkward atmosphere that forced Dib's headphones into his ears. Neither of them wanted company, but they had nowhere to go. Dib scrolled through his playlist trying to find something that piqued his interest when a knock on the door made both boys jump with surprise. He glanced at his roommate, who stared at him with discontent and hatred as if he had caused the disruption. That was the first full look he'd gotten of his roommate's face. He was indeed handsome, but what Dib noticed most in his 2 second glance was his eyes. They were dark pools of blue, his favorite color.
Dib scowled and dragged himself off the bed, moving slowly to the door. Whoever was behind the door was very eager and began knocking loudly again. The raven opened the door and found a ginger standing in front of him with a wide grin. He had piercing green eyes and a pink tint to his skin.
"Hi! I'm Keef! I'm your neighbor!" he said hurriedly and stuck out his hand for a hand shake. Dib glanced at the hand and reluctantly took it. "Di-i-i-b." He tried to say as Keef shook his hand vigerously, almost lifting him off the ground with each shake. Dib pulled back his hand and craddled it with the other, looking quite annoyed with the ginger, crinckling his nose at him for effect. But Keef didn't seem to notice. "So how are you? How do you like your room?" he said, standing on his toes to look over the taller guy and see inside.
Keef's eyes seemed to glitter at something behind Dib's shoulder.
"Hnn?" Dib turned to look behind his shoulder at what could be so breathtakingly interesting, but was shoved inside by Keef, who ran into his room uninvited. Dib yelped with surprise as his butt hit the floor.
Dib watched in awe as Keef, with speed of a lightning bolt, ran to his roommate's bedside and tackled him. "Zim!" he shreiked with pure glee. Zim, that must be his name. Dib stood and rubbed his backside and watched the two flail in an awkward embrace. "I haven't seen you in so long! How have you been!? I wish I was your roommate! Who's t-" A growl so powerful it made Dib cringe inwardly came from under Keef.
"Get your fucking hands OFF me this INSTANT!" he howled with pure rage as he lifted the ginger off him and hurrled him across the room. Keef landed on the floor with a grunt and lay perfectly still, eyes wide. "You little, filthy, shit excuse for a human! WHY must you follow ZIM EVERYWHERE!? I tore out your eyeballs for God sakes what do you want from me!?" Zim yelled. Dib swore he could see heat waves emmiting from the guy when he stood on his bed, fists clenched, looking most intimidating.
Woah. This guy is hardcore.
"Because we're friends." Keef stated simply, a smile cracking along his freckled face. Not only could Keef put up with Zim's asshole-y-ness, but it seemed he still would give anything to be his friend. The ginger bounced up off the floor.
"Bye, Zim, see you later! Bye Dib!" Keef exclaimed, waving as he went out the door just as happy as when he frst arrived.
Dib stared after him in disbelief as he went down the hallway to the next door, greeting everyone along the way. Some people passing by stared at Dib who had his mouth wide open, one eyebrow cocked in the "what the fuck" face, but then kept walking.
Dib closed the door and stared at it, gaining his courage to face his murderous roommate without making the anger-driven phsycopath want to strangle him. Finally he took a deap breath and turned around, but luckily he yet again had turned to face the wall. He was laying down, his muscles twitching and his breathing still a bit ragged from the full-on Hell rage. Dib couldn't wait to get this guy to leave, he was a bomb set to explode every ten minutes. He rubbed his aching temples and went to the bathroom for solitude.
Leaning against the marble sink with his arms he stared at himself lazily with a yawn. His headache started to disappear slowly and faster even when he took off his glasses and closed his eyes. My dad really did send me to a crazy house, he thought while he played with his earings. There was a towel rack with two towels behind him inviting him to take a nice, warm, relaxing shower. Dib put his glasses back on and looked at his watch. The tour would be in 30 minutes, but he didn't want to be with his crazy asshole roommate any longer. Could I just camp in here until then? He thought while resting his chin on his palm and drumming his lips with his fingers.
I could go see what Gaz is up to…but would she be okay with that…he contemplated.
The gangly, pale, teen opened the bathroom door, rolled up the sleeves off his big black jacket, snatched his keys of his dresser, and exited his dorm room as quickly as possible. Not that he was really scared of Zim, just that he didn't want to deal with his bullshit.
