Much later, a scream will fill up the early morning sky, and blood will paint lurid on the pavement-
Dib will regret them, those lies.
xx
IT's skin looks so cold, emerald in color and batting huge, ruby optics towards him flirtatiously. The bedsprings next to Dib's body squeak faintly, a single claw touches the skin of Dib's cheek and the boy gasps softly in excitement.
"Hello." IT rasps, the voice sounded odd, as if IT wasn't used to speaking english or even speaking at all.
It's the first time Dib ever heard IT speak.
Hands make it's way through Dib's hair, passing through the strand that escaped from the smoothed style. Painful throbs of need coursed through Dib's entirety as the other's mouth pressed a kiss into the side of his head.
"Are you-" Dib begins to sputter, but was silenced again by the other's icy mouth, gloved hands pulling a disappearing act up the boy's shirt.
"I missed you," IT utters, low and winsome, fingers tracing IT's name over and over again against Dib's skin; Dib's brain is hazy, unable to distinguish the letters being brandished into him. "Thought about you all day."
"I missed you too, I missed you so much." Dib said, words a mess on his limp tounge and his head is throbbing, something he felt often when IT's hands were on him.
IT's smile gleams with undertone, pushing lightly on the boy's tummy to push him back into the bed, legs dangling off the edge.
"I'm sure you missed this more." IT says, voice all of a sudden monotoned and Dib bites down on his lip, wanting to say something else but was distracted by Zim's fingers. They were toying with the buttons on his pajama pants, and Dib made a lackluster movement to bat the wandering fingers away.
IT laughs merrily, folding it's legs underneath itself, getting comfortable as he shoved Dib's pants down to his ankles. Dib clutches the bedding, scalding hot lava pooling in his lungs and around other areas.
Dib inhales sharply, his legs felt like jelly, he couldn't feel his toes and everything feels so blistering hot.
The bedding shifts with every movement of Dib's hips, he feverishly fucks IT's fingers, and IT watches impiously.
Dib makes the cutest face when he finishes, pitching out his orgasm and IT pulls out it's fingers, meticulosly cleaning it's gloves with Dib's dark blue bedsheets. The boy feels although his bones have melted, attempting to find his pants but gives up half way, face planting on the bed in order to slow his heart rate. IT had kicked said pants under the bed, just in case he was in the mood later.
"Tell me your name..?" Dib mumbles, still breathless and IT grins, white teeth coated with hidden venom.
"Zim."
xx
In the middle of the night, Dib reaches out to the side of his bed where Zim usually lays, but he feels nothing but his cold bedsheets and he blinks blearily at the empty space. His eyes open completely when he hears the bedroom door close.
Lacking in eye coordination, he stumbles off his bed, foot tangling in the blanket that spilled off the bed. Dib's stomach collides with the edge of his desk, and his computer wobbles from the impact, the boy's eyes squeeze as he slides his glasses up his nose.
Dib makes it to the staircase, even though he was half-asleep and didn't remember walking there, he sees Zim unlocking the front door and wondered why he didn't just leave through the window.
"Zim." Dib hisses, and the alien looks towards his direction once before flinging the door open.
"Zim, wait!" Dib squeaked, missing the final stair. He stumbles, catching his hand on the guardrail before he fell.
xx
It might be raining again, but really, it's always the same anyway.
Dib had offered Zim his umbrella, and his heart jumped when ivory fangs showed in a feral grin, eyes fluttering in approval.
Dib's clothes began to dampen and stick to his little frame, Zim didn't seem to take notice as his military boots clicked noisely against the wet ground.
Dib holds the umbrella over Zim's head, shivering in the cold rain as it pebbled against the cracked concrete of his neighborhood. Not paying attention, Dib accidently tilts the umbrella to the right, and Zim hisses when a drop of rain brushes against his cheek.
"S-Sorry."
Dib pulls the sides of his trench coat over his pajamas in a feeble attempt to get warm, but he was completely drenched, rain clinging to his skin and draining away all body heat. Following Zim was hard, his shoes kept sliding against the pavement messily.
The houses and streets began to disappear with the direction Zim was walking in, trees and bushes surrounding them both.
Zim is humming something about April showers, and his finally stops walking, making Dib stop short behind.
"You can stop here." Zim says softly, and Dib blinks, rainwater slides down the front of his glasses.
"So, um." Dib says, coughing and Zim turns around, antenna's perking.
"Where did you come from?"
Zim smiled, slow and indulgent before pointing to the sky.
Dib's mouth shut into a tight line, cheeks flushing red, of course that's where he came from. Aliens come from space. What a stupid question.
"I-I mean, what planet?" Dib stutters, trying to cover up his stupidity. Zim is pleased with the boy's struggling, a smirk gracing his face. "I mean, like, did you come from Mars or something?"
Zim laughs, "No, maybe I'll tell you someday."
Dib pouts, his disapointment quickly replaced with light-headed euphoria as Zim leaned over to kiss him.
Dib likes to rub his tongue against Zim's sharp teeth.
"Um, you'll come back right?" Dib asks as Zim nibbles at his bottom lip.
Zim nods, his eyes are still closed. Dib kisses him sloppily, getting a little carried away and not at all noticing the umbrella being snatched from his hand.
Zim's body pulls away from Dib's, blinking as if he's been somewhere far away, he holds the umbrella over his head now and Dib stares at him stupidly. Zim's breathing is weird, like he's trying to control himself but is failing.
"You should go back home now." Zim says, voice distant and Dib nods.
Zim immediatly begins to leave, ending all conversation between them until next time, and Dib shivers again-Zim's abscene making him remember how deathly cold he was.
By the time he comes home, the morning sun is peaking over bulidings, and Dib's lips are a pale shade of blue.
xx
Jessica should know when to quit.
It's during arts and crafts time, and Dib thinks that Jessica is somehow meaner during this time, mostly because this is the only time where she can pay attention to Dib at all.
Dib sniffs, ignoring Jessica's chatter the whole time and the blonde is not at all pleased by it. Dib is only interested in the wax crayon shavings that litter his desk, blowing them away lightly and Jessica is all of a sudden hit with a (not-so) brillant idea when her eyes fall apon some grey paint.
She lifts herself up from her chair, sandals clacking against the floor in order to alert Dib, who still doesn't look at her.
She pries the top of the paint container from the rim, looking at the ugly color of grey inside it, she coughs lightly and moves next to Dib again.
Dib doesn't look, but he isn't deaf.
"You know what's a weird color? Grey."
Dib blinks, rolls his pretty, gold eyes. What is she talking about now?
"You can't really stick grey into a rainbow, it's such an ugly color, and no one really likes it."
Dib's heart sinks, he knows where this is going.
"It just doesn't fit in with the others."
Dib twitches.
"Kind of like you, Dib."
Stop.
"Isn't that just so funny?"
Dib wishes he was hollow, so he couldn't feel a thing, but he can still feel the paint spill and splatter all over his clothes when Jessica dumps the paint over his head.
(The students laugh.)
It happens too quickly, Dib is racked with sudden rage, every bottled emotion spilling onto the surface in one violent display.
Dib is hitting Jessica, hitting her, a fist went flying into her jaw and a well-aimed kick into her ribs. He's left her bruised on the floor, weeping like he did whenever she taunted him. But Dib's not done yet.
(The students watch in complete horror, no one stops the troubled child, not even Ms. Bitters; who seems way too amused to end it.)
He grabs her by her pretty, blonde hair, fumbling to get the scissors on the nearest desk.
(The cute ones, the kiddie scissors, that had blue blades and the end was made to look like a goldfish.)
Dib cuts off a chunck of lovely, blonde coils, and the girl screams. He could hit her all she wants, it would never hurt worse then losing her precious crown, her hair.
Her cheeks are stained with tears, and Dib struggles to catch his breath, chest heaving. He's not sorry for what he's done, Jessica has been knocked off her pedestal, and by Dib of all people.
Ms. Bitters is barking something about a months worth dentention, but Dib can't hear her over his own laughter, boardering on deranged. Dib laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world.
(And it is, it is!)
Dib throws the strands of hair at Jessica's face, and he watches her pick them up, utterly heart-broken. Just like Dib, everyday.
Zim would appreciate this.