Now, I obviously couldn't just give my beloved one measly chapter for Easter. Enjoy.
I walked out of the restroom, wiping my eyes, sliding an old mint I had in my pocket into my mouth. I know, it's gross but vomit breathe is worse. At least it's not stale. . .
I turned the corner to see Gaz holding a large plank of wood in her hand, with Zim holding her back. Keef stood there awkwardly with shock in his eyes and blood gushing down his face, it as hard to say where it was coming from, there was a lot of it.
"You fucking faggot!" She screeched, her voice causing Zim and Tak to wince, Tak raised her hands to the top of her head, probably where her antenna hid.
"I'll fucking kill you!"
"Wh-what happened?" I asked, running over. . . well sprinting.
"What do you mean!? He just said that shit to you!"
"He'd snuck on the bus last night, which is probably where he'd gotten this." Tak said, holding up an obtuse bible. She parted the covers to reveal another black book fall out, sleek and neat. . . The word, "Diary" painted over in think black nail polish with 'Journal' written over in metallic sharpie . . . My diary.
"You . . . took my journal." I said. I didn't know what to think of it, and I hadn't much time to think.
"Dib! Hold your fucking sister still!" Zim shouted as she kicked at him. I held Gaz by her elbows as Zim ran over to Keef, throwing a punch at his jaw, causing the red head to fall to the floor.
"You fucking idiot. . ." Zim sighed, wiping his fist. "You need to snap out of this shitty little insane me you're fucking playing because it's not fucking cute."
"I don't have to listen to you!"
"You bet your ass you do! I'm in charge here."
"Who fucking voted?" Keef said, standing and wiping his lip, both boys were in a fighting stance.
"I don't know." Zim said turning to face his back to Keef, a smirk grew on his face as he pulled his gun from his waist line, he turned and aimed it at the other's direction.
I let go of Gaz running to stop him.
"Zim don't hurt him!" I yelled, but he'd already fired, but. . . It didn't hit Keef, instead not too many feet away a figure dropped, with blood shot eyes and pale skin we all looked around at each other.
"Where the hell did that come from!?" Gaz yelled. We all gathered around the body, Keef was shaking. He tried to hold Zim to 'thank' him but Zim pushed him off, walking over to me . . . wrapping his arms around me.
"I'm so sorry. . ." I thought I'd been better, but his apology brought tears to my eyes. . . I looked up at him before hiding my face in his chest.
"Keef, You're driving." He ordered.
"Yes sir. . ."
"Gaz, you're in charge of directions."
"Alright."
"Tak, keep watch. First tend to Keef's wounds"
"Okay. But what will you do?"
"Take care of my boyfriend." He smirked, "And, if anyone fucks with him, they will be answering to me."
A smile crept on my face as he grabbed my hand, leading me into the bus, sitting beside me. Keef sat in the driver's seat as Tak cleaned him up.
This was awkward as all hell to be honest. . . I knew what I had to say but I could feel myself shake.
"Guys. . ."
Everyone turned to me, except for Keef, who kept his gaze on the floor.
"We're obviously. . .having problems. We're all going insane and if this goes on, none of us will make it. . ."
They all remained quiet.
"We need to make amends, even if we don't mean it. . . just pretend to be happy. . . I should know, I used to pretend all the time."
"Why'd you stop. . ."
"No one cared."
More silence.
"Gaz. . . You're an awful sister, you judge me and hurt me and tease me bu after sixteen years, it's time for us to make amends."
She looked at me with sentiment.
"Father would have wanted such." She nodded.
"Keef . . . " He glanced over.
I really didn't want to be friends with him at all. I mean, I felt bad for hating him for no reason in the beginning but now I realize what he is. . .An attention whore, and a bitch boy. He thinks Zim is his, no matter what and even when Zim tells him blatantly he hates him, Keef continue that stupid shit like calling him Zimmy, or hugging him like back there.
"Perhaps I should say it another time. . ."
He just nodded, once the final bandage was on he faced forward, and began to drive.
It was raining. . . if I recall correctly, it was the first day of November. . . In five days gaz would be seventeen and in 21 days I'd be eighteen. . .
I checked my phone, it was already 3 P.M and it'd started to rain. . the sound of the pitter patter on the bus's metal top calmed me so.
I fell asleep on Zim's chest, the feeling of him running his hands through my hair aided with the sleepiness from crying and sound of rain put me to sleep easily.
I'd opened my eyes, and Zim handed me my glasses. . . how long had I been asleep?
"What time is it?" I yawned. Gaz had switched seats with Keef, who was sleeping against a window. It'd been darker, but still raining.
"Nine. . ." Tak said.
I glanced over at Zim who'd had earphone wires inside his hair. . . I don't think he heard me, though I wondered what he'd been listening to.
"You realize if you sleep like that, you're going to end up nocturnal." Gaz said, a slight yawn escaping her lips. "Tak, you might have to take over. . . or Zim again." He didn't even glance up, he'd began to fall asleep. She glanced back, "Tak, then."
Tak nodded, Gaz pulled over.
We weren't in the grassy green-lands anymore, we'd been in a town but the dense fog set an eerie tone I wasn't comfortable with.
Then I heard it.
The groan.
"Guys. . . we have trouble." Gaz said, pulling to a stop.
Zim looked up, tugging the ear buds out which must have hidden sound well considering I clearly heard the lyrics to Rack City.
I laughed a bit at his taste in music, though I couldn't tell if he'd been ironic or not.
"Oh fuck me." Zim sighed, I looked out the window to see the masses.
"Holy shit. . ." I whispered, Zim looked at me, smirking.
"Ready to play with the guns?"
No . . . I wasn't ready at all.
There were so many, at least a hundred. I sighed a bit, praying in a sense in my head just. . . thinking, 'I'll see you soon dad. . . mom.'