I just realized I've been spelling Shmee with a 'c' like Schmee, and I honestly can NOT fathom why…I'm so odd…*head desk*

READY FOR SOME MORE FAIL, KIDDIES!? Can you tell how utterly confidant I am? :D

And It's always Friday in this fic. I don't think there's a day (That's mentioned) that isn't a Friday. |D

And and and…uhm…if you guys want a visual of some of the characters I'm working with, and you're not sure who they are, you can refer to this place: invaderzim . tv (no spaces) Under characters. c:

It has a LOT of awesome information. Except Brian's brother, I don't usually believe in using OCs, but he wasn't meant to become a vital character. xD I think I'm going to give him a name…yes…I know exactly what I'll name him. It's an inside joke! :D

Okay, one last thing and then on with the story. I am SUCH a horrible proofreader. |D I was rereading some of the fic, and there are sooooooo many mistakeess. Sometimes I find myself thinking 'What in the Hell was I trying to say here?'

Pepito had tried three times to contact Squee, until he had to go back to Hell and continue his training. Squee slightly regretted not saying goodbye, but then again he was absolutely terrified of being face to face with Pepito. He knew the older boy didn't mean what he had done, but every time he thought of Pepito, it immediately led to thoughts of the violent beatings he received from his father.

Squee was at Brian's house, his head placed lightly in Brian's older brother's lap. It wasn't intentional; the boy had just dozed off and Brian's brother laid him down so he was more comfortable while he slept. Today, their group wasn't as large as it usually was. The only room's occupants were Brian's brother, Brian, Squee, Zita and Aki. Brian was sitting on one of the three couches, his legs tucked beside him. Aki and Zita were sitting opposite Brian, Aki's head in Zita's lap as she slept. Brian looked between the two isolated parties, and then sighed slightly, leaning backward to close his eyes.

"It's very slow today," Brian's brother commented conversationally, playing with Squee's hair as the boy nuzzled his stomach, clinging to him. Brian's brother had noticed that Squee always looked tired, and when he stayed the night, he would try to sleep, but would never really make it past the dozing stage, so he was happy to see his little brother's friend sleeping for once. He hated to admit it, but he had somewhat of a sweet spot for the small teen. The only reason he hated to admit it, was because they were a good 12 or 13 years apart, but who couldn't love that adorable face?

Brian shrugged, "It has been a very slow Friday," he commented back, nodding once to Zita who was nodding her head in agreement.

"My buddies are having a party. I wasn't planning on going, but if you guys wanna go I'll take you. One of their little brother's is uh…Billy," Brian's brother nodded. "He's gonna have some of his little friends there to, so I guess you could go."

"Billy Slunchy?" Brian murmured. "I guess so…I just feel so lazy," he drawled out, stretching his body before slumping over. "Wake up Zita and Todd," he murmured, waving nonchalantly as he made his way to the kitchen.

Zita plucked at some of Aki's thin hair, "Wake up," she urged, shaking the girl vigorously.

Brian's brother raised an eyebrow and rubbed the back of his head. Honestly, he regretted brining up the party. Todd was so adorable…he didn't want to wake him up. "Hey, Todd," he whispered, shaking the boy lightly. "Time to wake up."

Squee only snuggled closer to Brian's brother, curling into a small ball and letting out a cute yawn. Brian's brother took notice to this and his mouth twitched into a smile. He definitely liked the boy.

"Hey, Todd, time to wake up babe."

Squee yawned again and stretched out his body, his shirt rising rather high to reveal a painful looking rip where Brian's brother had pierced his naval. He grimaced slightly and rubbed the back of his head, but tried to ignore the questions trying to race out of his mouth. He continued to play with Squee's hair until, finally the boy's eyes opened.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Brian's brother chuckled, petting Squee gently as the boy sat up.

"What?" was the first thing out of the boy's mouth as he yawned one last yawn, and rubbed his eyes tenderly. He was having such a nice sleep; dreams of Johnny and dreams of Pepito, maybe even a very vague and dissipating dream about having a caring family. He hadn't had a dream like that since he was much, much younger. Back when he still had faith in the world and humanity.

"We're going to a party," Brian's brother chuckled, giving Squee a light poke in the forehead.

"But…I was so comfortable," Squee murmured, looking up at Brian's brother with adorable, shining eyes that just screamed, (to Brian's brother at least) 'You can have me'.

"Yeah, but the kiddies were bored and wanted to go out and play," Brian's brother shrugged. "C'mon, it'll be fun. My friend Greg has a lot of rooms in his house y'kn-"

Brian's brother was interrupted by a swift punch to the head. "Don't even think about it, Keo," Brian hissed, shaking his head.

"He wants it," Keo laughed throatily. Brian shot him a glare.

Even though Squee and Pepito got in a fight a few days earlier, the Antichrist would still murder him if anyone got their hands on the boy, and Kao was already being very touchy-feely.

Squee sat on the couch of a rich young man that he could only recognize as 'Da' Cone', according to Keo, but people simply called him 'Cone'.

Music was blaring, and people were dancing, knocking things over and making a mess. Squee didn't like it. He was used to quiet. Unless his dad was yelling or Johnny was making a ruckus next door, but even those noises were no comparison to the house at this moment.

The lights were off throughout the gigantic house, but the room was still lit with bright laser lights in some rooms, a strobe light in another room, and some dimly lit lamp lights coming from upstairs.

The smell of expensive marijuana was thick in the air, (Squee was familiar with the smell that often seeped from his parent's bedroom.) and the males sandwiching him in the couch were spilling beer and other alcoholic beverages on him left and right. He might as well not have existed, for every time he spoke he was rudely ignored. Finally Brian's older brother, or Keo, had come to his rescue. He pushed one of the large men away and plopped into the vacant spot right next to Squee, putting an arm around him.

"You alright, kiddo?" Keo had to yell over the music, nudging the boy lightly.

Squee shook his head, a little embarrassed that he wasn't having as much fun as everyone else. "I-It's…It's really loud!" he tried to yell, his small voice barely heard.

Keo's smile turned to a smirk for a mere moment, before it turned back into a smile, and he grabbed the small boy's hand, pointing to the stairs as he pulled him up. Squee followed along obediently, not thinking there was any real danger behind it. Keo was just be caring.

The room was dimly lit, like all the other rooms that were open upstairs. Keo had set Squee on the bed and was sitting next to him with two bottles of beer, and some joints nudged between his knuckles. "Have you ever had beer before, Squee?" he asked, handing one of the bottles to the boy. "It's really good."

Squee shook his head and pushed the bottle away, "I don't drink…" That was a lie. Whenever Pepito was in the mood, he'd help Squee get into the mood as well, usually by loosening Squee's tension with a little wine. Squee didn't mind, he'd do anything for Pepito, but the slight drunkenness just made it so much better, and Squee always felt much more relaxed, and a lot less guilty for participating in such an act when he was still so young, even though he had reached a steady fourteen back in February.

Keo took a short swig of his own beer before placing the edge to Squee's lips. "C'mon. A little won't hurt," he chuckled.

"No…I don't really think-"

"Hm…Brian was right, I guess, " Keo sighed. "I didn't want to believe him."

"Wh-What?" One million and two thoughts and scenarios were racing through Squee's head at the mention of the 'clan leader'. Was he tired of Squee? Was he going to kick him out of their little group? Was he no longer good enough to be considered 'popular'?

"No, no…forget I brought it up. I shouldn't," Keo shrugged, looking away.

"N-No! Please tell me!" Squee begged, clasping his hands together. He looked at Keo with large, terrified eyes, making the older male smirk.

"Right. You're so cute; I guess I'll tell you. Brian was considering kicking you out of their circle because you're too straight edged. I.E; you don't drink or smoke. It's uncool, y'know?" Keo smirked, taking another drink of his beer. It was all a lie. Brian wouldn't dream of upsetting Squee, or he'd have Pepito to answer to, but it was just so goddamn easy.

"R-Really? I can drink! I can smoke too! I can do it! I just choose not to!" Squee nodded vigorously.

"Prove it." Keo shoved his beer bottle back at Squee who took it and easily downed the entire bottle, and then some when Keo had offered him a second one.

Squee didn't get the immediate confusion mixed with relaxation he usually got when he had alcohol, which was puzzling, but he simply ignored it. He did, however, tense when he felt Keo's hand brush against his lower back.

"You're still so tense, loosen up a little, babe," Keo chuckled lightly, holding up the joints he had harvested from some games downstairs. He placed one lightly in Squee's hand, and then walked over to a stereo, looking at some CDs before placing one in and playing it. Some light music (which was meant for setting a certain mood) only made Squee apprehensive and nervous. Squee pocketed the joint and shivered.

"I know!" he chuckled weakly, "How about we go back downstairs and join everyone else. It sounds like they're having fun," he said, trembling as Keo walked back over, his hand began to rub his thigh tenderly.

"How about we stay up here," Keo countered easily, pushing Squee down against the bed. He climbed on top of him and pinned the boy's scrawny wrists down, staring at him as his eyes darted from side to side like a trapped animal.

"Please let me go," Squee whimpered, shaking violently as some tears dripped down his temples. It was true that he loved Johnny. (He thought at least, it was very controversial) And it was true he loved Pepito. And it was true he'd even started to feel something for Brian's brother, Keo, but he refused to subject himself to lie down and take it from anyone who wanted him. He had to admit half of his mind was trying to push him into letting Keo have his way, mostly because the man was one of the few people to ever show him affection, but the better half of him was sane enough to say no.

"You're too cute, Todd, I'm not going to stop," Keo chuckled darkly, pulling off Squee's shirt easily. His eyes narrowed on the long scar going down Squee's chest and stomach, the better part of it had been hidden when he had given him the naval piercing, but now it was in plain view. "How'd you get this, Todd? Hm?" he asked, tracing the scar with his finger.

"St-Stop!" Squee cried, trying more vigorously to push Keo off of him. "Let me go! Let me go!" he yelled. To his surprise, he was able to wiggle out from underneath the other and was out of the room, and more importantly out of the house in a flash.

It had been hours; literally hours since Squee had escaped Brian, and he was more than lost. All he could recognize was the dank, chilly air that was something akin to the feeling he got when in Johnny's home. Dark alleys were, probably, occupied by drug dealers and axe murderers. He swallowed and choked out a sob. He was going to be murdered, he just knew it. And no one would miss him, he just knew it. And his parents would laugh, he just knew it. And Johnny wouldn't care, he knew it. The thoughts made Squee dizzy, and it didn't help that he could feel himself losing his grip on sanity. He alcohol was beginning to take over his body, and maybe that was how he got so lost in the first place.

He groaned lightly and braced himself against a wall, collapsing to his knees. "O-Ow…" he whispered as his head began to throb. Lights were beginning to go out; even the late night establishments were shutting down. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. 3:00 AM.

"Maybe I should ask for-"

"Hey little boy."

Squee wasn't stupid, but he could really use the help… He pondered if he should turn around and ask for directions, or if he should simply run. He decided against the latter.

"H-Hello, sir, do you know how I can get back to…" Squee paused for a moment. Was it safe to give out his address? Probably not, but he was desperate, and Johnny may have been a little miffed at him, but the maniac was always right next-door. Squee was sure he'd protect him. He swallowed and continued, "334th and Finch Street?"

"That area's a little ghetto. Not as ghetto as down here, but still ghetto. A pretty boy like you shouldn't be walking all alone," the looming man chuckled, trapping Squee against a wall with his arms. He reached out and captured Squee's chin, lightly running his thumb down the small boy's lips.

"P-Please…don't…" Squee whimpered lightly, trembling. Maybe he should have just let Keo have his way. At least he wouldn't be trapped by some dirty stranger!

The man easily picked up the struggling boy, walking further and further down a dark alley where no one would think to find Squee's dead body after he was raped and murdered. That's what Squee thought, at least. The man's fingers wrapped around the boy's neck to hold him down as he tore at his shirt, laughing manically.

Squee began to scream for help, only to have a pair of fingers shoved into his mouth, almost down his throat, muffling the cries. It didn't, however, stop Squee from struggling.

"Stop," the man laughed, angering Squee.

How can I be so weak it's actually LAUGHABLE!? Squee scolded mentally. He tried to push the man off, but the man merely grabbed the underside of Squee's legs and hoisted him up, pressing him firmly against the cold, concrete walls of the alley. Even as Squee kicked his legs fiercely, he was just too weak to escape.

He closed his eyes to let out a strangled cry, and as he reopened them the familiar shadowy figure of a certain someone frightened him so much, that he bit down hard on the fingers invading his mouth. The man retracted his fingers, and hissed, raising his hand to hit the trembling boy, but something caught his wrist. The man dropped Squee who fell to his knees and tried to hold up his shirt with frail arms.

"N-Nny!" Squee squealed, eyes wide with wonder, confusion, fear, sadness, guilt, and a mixture of other feelings.

Johnny was quick to ignore him. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked the man firmly, figuring he'd give him some miniscule chance to justify himself.

The man merely rolled his eyes, "Get out of the way Twiggy. You can have your turn later."

Johnny's blood boiled for a moment at the comment, but he brushed it off. The man would pay for it all later. "That, sir, is my property," he stated bluntly, pointing to Squee. He didn't like referring to Squee in such a way, but so severe were the circumstances.

"Hey man," the man chuckled. "I ain't tryin' to take your piece of ass or anything, but-"

Before the man could continue, he got a swift punch to the jaw by none other than Johnny C. The sound and pure impact was surprising to all parties, especially Johnny who had to stretch out his fingers and exercise his achy knuckles.

Johnny smirked and pulled one of his long, beautiful machetes out of a large black bag. It was nicely polished and most of the blood had been cleaned off. "This. Is going to be fun."

"Nny, no!" Squee said, running over and grabbing the maniac's arm. He whimpered and buried his face in Johnny's side. "I don't want to see anyone get killed right now."

Johnny looked at the boy sympathetically, though he let out a slight sneer at the passed out man on the damp alley floors. He put the machete away, and picked Squee up, wincing visibly at how the boy had gone from a steady 100 pounds, to an anemic 90. He peered for the first time at the boy's face and froze, "Squee…what on earth did you-"

"Don't ask, Nny," Squee murmured, closing his eyes as he curled up in the maniac's arms.

When Squee woke up for the second time in one day, he heard uncharacteristic humming. He looked around, and the nostalgia of Johnny's house filled his heart to the brim with memories. Slowly getting up, the boy exited the room and nearly floated to the kitchen, so light was he on his feet.

"You certainly are a target. Ever since you were a child," Johnny said conversationally.

"That's not funny…"

"It wasn't mean to be. I'm very worried about you Squee, all the time, okay?" Johnny confessed, a light pinkish tint flittering across his cheeks- though it was only momentarily.

Squee's lips parted as if he were going to say something, but instead he stood right behind Johnny, grabbing the man's shirt as he began to turn around, and pulled him down into a warm, tender kiss.

Johnny was shocked, frozen in place. He certainly wasn't expecting that. He tried to play it off as a usual, every day thing, by pushing Squee away, chuckling, handing him a bowl of pasta, and patting him lightly on the bottom, "Go on and eat you weirdo."

He tried to ignore the glint of pure hurt in Squee's eyes as he sat down, watching the boy curiously. "Well? Aren't you hungry?"

Squee shook his head, pushing the food away. "Not really…"

Johnny's eyes narrowed. "Eat," he demanded more sternly, watching as the boy sighed and picked the bowl up, beginning to slowly eat the pasta. He had been hungry earlier, but Johnny's rejection had left a bad feeling in his stomach that made him want to curl up and die somewhere.

Johnny sighed as well, placing his chin in his palm as he tried to think of how he could convince Squee to stay away from those bad influences he was so fond of.

Ho, ho, ho. More fail. FAIL. FAILLLLLLL. I'm going back to sleep now...*Dies*