Well, it's Christmas Eve, and I wanna give a few shout-
outs....hehehe...shout-out to all of the reviewers...and to
Chibiheartdragon (awesome ZAGR! Go read!) Witch King of Bling Bling (luv
yer camping trip fic, Mog...so funny!), and TNFP!, and to my best buds Liz
and Jessica...I hope you guys have a wonderful Christmas...and same to you
all! Merry Christmas everyone! God bless you all, and I hope you all look
forward to the new year! Now, read on! *runs off to go open presents*
It was the next day, and I had gotten halfway through the school day just fine. That is, until lunch came around. I entered the busy lunchroom and scanned the room for an empty table, or an empty table including my brother. I finally spotted him eating lunch with his girlfriend.
I hated it when he did that. Not that I didn't want them to be together or anything, it's just kind of made me angry that he now spent most of his time with her, and seemed like he completely forgot about me.
I looked around again, and just to my luck, I found only one almost empty table. The person using it: Zim. Maybe he won't notice, I thought. Maybe he won't care if I just take a seat on the end.
Taking a breath, I walked over and took a seat on the end. He noticed me almost immediately, and stared at me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, folded my arms, and sighed. (I didn't eat lunch...I don't think I was every hungry...)
Finally, he came over and sat across from me. "What are you doing? I've never seen you sit at a table unless it's empty."
"If you must know," I said, hanging my head just a bit lower to where my hair covered the sides of my face, "there wasn't an empty table. I would have sat with my brother, but..." I looked over at Dib, and I started to feel the tiniest lump form in my throat. "I don't think he wants to be bothered."
"No, he doesn't," Zim said. "Ever since he met her, he's been acting funny. You can tell."
"Yes, he has. But I can't do anything about it, so I don't really care. I don't have anyone really bothering with me right now, so why bother trying to fix things?" I felt the lump grow with every word that came out of my mouth. I put my hands on the table and formed them into fists. "I don't really know why I've never noticed it, but ever since...ever since Mom died, he's been acting absorbed with things. It's one thing right after the other, and I have to suffer for it. That's why I'm the way I am, Zim." The tears were coming. "I never used to be this way...I actually used to be happy. Dib used to play with me, Dib used to comfort me, and hell, Dib was actually a brother to me!" Here they come! "But now...now he's left me. I know he's there, but really...the Dib I used to know is gone." They fell. Tears fell wildly, and I knew that they wouldn't stop.
"Gaz...I..."
"I think that the last time he actually cared, was when you first came around. But...I guess he'll never be the same again..." and with that, I got up and left.
***
I was in my room that night when I decided that I needed to get out. I needed to go somewhere where I wouldn't be bothered. Somewhere where I could think. That's it! I thought, I'll go to the park!
So quietly opening my window, I hopped out and climbed down the fence that was on the side of the house for roses to grow on. (Fun fact: There's not any foliage growing! It's all dead!)
The walk to the park was quiet, and the moon shone bright on the smooth pavement of the sidewalk. Even though I felt like someone was watching me, I continued on without alarm.
The absent feeling resided when I got to the park. I looked around, and a feeling of comfort washed over me. Walking to a swing and sitting down, I thought of the events that had all happened since Friday, and tried to put things together. Why were they happening? What could I do?
All of a sudden, I heard something. Footsteps. They were footsteps. Damn. I hated it when my privacy was invaded.
"Look," I said. "Whoever that is, just come out. I'm too tired to deal with people popping out of bushes."
"Wow. Pretty good. I thought you couldn't hear me."
I turned my head around to see Zim standing there.
"It never ends. Why can't I sit in peace?! Do you or Dib ever leave me alone?" I.
"Well, not for now. Why are you here so late, anyways?" he came up behind me and started to push the swing gently.
"To be alone. I was thinking about death and such things, and then maybe killing myself," I said plainly.
"Killing yourself?!" he stopped pushing the swing. "Gaz, you aren't serious!"
"I am. But it's only a thought, Zim. It doesn't mean that it will be carried out."
"Why would you think of such things. Life is so precious, so dear, and you want to throw it all away? Why?"
"It's kind of funny, Zim. You used to be so egotistic, so arrogant, and so bent on domination that you didn't care about life. You just wanted to take over it. Now you care about those things, and it shows how much you've changed," I smirked.
He was stunned for a minute. "And you...you've...uhh...."
"I'm the same, Zim."
"Right..." he said, agreeing with me without sarcasm.
"And I think that-that...I...whoa...." I said, starting to breathe harder.
"You think what, Gaz?" Zim asked.
"Never...never mind..." I said, getting up, and then swerving around and trying to grab the pole that connected to the swing set.
"Gaz?!" Zim cried out, and grabbed my shoulders.
Right before I passed out, I saw the ruby color of Zim's eyes.
It was the next day, and I had gotten halfway through the school day just fine. That is, until lunch came around. I entered the busy lunchroom and scanned the room for an empty table, or an empty table including my brother. I finally spotted him eating lunch with his girlfriend.
I hated it when he did that. Not that I didn't want them to be together or anything, it's just kind of made me angry that he now spent most of his time with her, and seemed like he completely forgot about me.
I looked around again, and just to my luck, I found only one almost empty table. The person using it: Zim. Maybe he won't notice, I thought. Maybe he won't care if I just take a seat on the end.
Taking a breath, I walked over and took a seat on the end. He noticed me almost immediately, and stared at me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, folded my arms, and sighed. (I didn't eat lunch...I don't think I was every hungry...)
Finally, he came over and sat across from me. "What are you doing? I've never seen you sit at a table unless it's empty."
"If you must know," I said, hanging my head just a bit lower to where my hair covered the sides of my face, "there wasn't an empty table. I would have sat with my brother, but..." I looked over at Dib, and I started to feel the tiniest lump form in my throat. "I don't think he wants to be bothered."
"No, he doesn't," Zim said. "Ever since he met her, he's been acting funny. You can tell."
"Yes, he has. But I can't do anything about it, so I don't really care. I don't have anyone really bothering with me right now, so why bother trying to fix things?" I felt the lump grow with every word that came out of my mouth. I put my hands on the table and formed them into fists. "I don't really know why I've never noticed it, but ever since...ever since Mom died, he's been acting absorbed with things. It's one thing right after the other, and I have to suffer for it. That's why I'm the way I am, Zim." The tears were coming. "I never used to be this way...I actually used to be happy. Dib used to play with me, Dib used to comfort me, and hell, Dib was actually a brother to me!" Here they come! "But now...now he's left me. I know he's there, but really...the Dib I used to know is gone." They fell. Tears fell wildly, and I knew that they wouldn't stop.
"Gaz...I..."
"I think that the last time he actually cared, was when you first came around. But...I guess he'll never be the same again..." and with that, I got up and left.
***
I was in my room that night when I decided that I needed to get out. I needed to go somewhere where I wouldn't be bothered. Somewhere where I could think. That's it! I thought, I'll go to the park!
So quietly opening my window, I hopped out and climbed down the fence that was on the side of the house for roses to grow on. (Fun fact: There's not any foliage growing! It's all dead!)
The walk to the park was quiet, and the moon shone bright on the smooth pavement of the sidewalk. Even though I felt like someone was watching me, I continued on without alarm.
The absent feeling resided when I got to the park. I looked around, and a feeling of comfort washed over me. Walking to a swing and sitting down, I thought of the events that had all happened since Friday, and tried to put things together. Why were they happening? What could I do?
All of a sudden, I heard something. Footsteps. They were footsteps. Damn. I hated it when my privacy was invaded.
"Look," I said. "Whoever that is, just come out. I'm too tired to deal with people popping out of bushes."
"Wow. Pretty good. I thought you couldn't hear me."
I turned my head around to see Zim standing there.
"It never ends. Why can't I sit in peace?! Do you or Dib ever leave me alone?" I.
"Well, not for now. Why are you here so late, anyways?" he came up behind me and started to push the swing gently.
"To be alone. I was thinking about death and such things, and then maybe killing myself," I said plainly.
"Killing yourself?!" he stopped pushing the swing. "Gaz, you aren't serious!"
"I am. But it's only a thought, Zim. It doesn't mean that it will be carried out."
"Why would you think of such things. Life is so precious, so dear, and you want to throw it all away? Why?"
"It's kind of funny, Zim. You used to be so egotistic, so arrogant, and so bent on domination that you didn't care about life. You just wanted to take over it. Now you care about those things, and it shows how much you've changed," I smirked.
He was stunned for a minute. "And you...you've...uhh...."
"I'm the same, Zim."
"Right..." he said, agreeing with me without sarcasm.
"And I think that-that...I...whoa...." I said, starting to breathe harder.
"You think what, Gaz?" Zim asked.
"Never...never mind..." I said, getting up, and then swerving around and trying to grab the pole that connected to the swing set.
"Gaz?!" Zim cried out, and grabbed my shoulders.
Right before I passed out, I saw the ruby color of Zim's eyes.