Hello! Sorry for the long time without a new chapter...writers block is evil. BUT here's chapter five. Also, I need to give credit to my bestest friend Kinza, she helped me write this chapter. Let's all clap for Kinza! *Clapclapclap* ^_^ Lots of description, not much talking in this chapter. O well.
AAK! I made a big mistake in the beginning of the story. Currently (in the show) Dib is 11-12, not 10. So...I messed up. :(
Disclaimer: Aileen is mine. So far, no one else is. XD
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All The Purple Cats...And Their Misadventures
Chapter Five: Explanation, Information
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An hour had passed. Dib leaned aganst a wall outside Aileen's apartment, a backpack at his feet, waiting. The bacpack contained a couple changes of clothes and several of his old "fool-proof" alien-catching devices, including his x-ray glasses and something called a "Powerfyer 4000" that he'd never figured out how to use. After about fifteen minutes he knocked on her door.
"It's open," she said from inside. Dib turned the handle to find that the door was indeed unlocked, and opened it. Aileen's apartment was slightly messy; a pile of empty pizza boxes stood in a corner, and a box with a few slices left sat open on a table in the main room. The walls were dark blue-purple, except for one behind a sofa (which was blue) that was light easter egg purple. Dishes were piled in the kitchen sink, which was visible from the door despite a wall seperating the main room from the kitchen. The door stood ajar. A shelf, that stood next to the kitchen door, held strange things like three bottles of rubbing alchahol and statuettes of dragons. A cat scratch-post stood next to the shelf. Dib heard the creak of a door opening, and after a moment Aileen walked into the doorway. Upon seeing Dib, she rolled her eyes.
"You're really serious, aren't you?" She asked, halfway sarcastically. Dib pulled his head back slightly.
"Of course I am...why else would I have told you?" He looked slightly hurt. Aileen laughed.
"Okay, fine, whatever." She turned back around (Dib assumed to get a bag or something) when a loud yowl was heard. "Okay cat, I'll turn on the faucet for you," Aileen said to the place in front of her. A second later a white calico trotted out from the doorway. Its dominant color was white, but its tail was orange with tiger stripes. It had a black spot an inch above its tail. It had a brown teardrop shape on the back of its head and on its right front leg. Its ears were brown, but there were two black spots on top of its head that went halfway up its ears. A brown stripe went down from its head across half its nose, and there was a black splotch on the left side of its nose, like half a moustache. Its eyes were large and golden, like Dibs'. The cat trotted up to Dib and sat, staring up at him, as if expecting a treat. Dib looked at Aileen.
"You have a cat?" he asked. Aileen nodded.
"So?" She said. "Look, she likes you!" The cat had begun rubbing aganst Dib's ankles, purring. "She doesn't usually like guests. Her name is Scout, but she's usually just called Cat."
"You can't take her," Dib pointed out. "What are..." Aileen cut him off.
"My other neihbor has a key. She knows to feed the cat if I'm gone more than a day." Aileen turned away again. "Get some pizza if you want it, I'll be right back." She walked out of sight.
Dib stayed in the doorway. After a few minutes Aileen came back in carrying a duffel bag that had a few things in it; a change of clothes, a video tape titled "Workout Video for Fat Ugly Old Men," four hairties, a small boombox, a discman, a CD case with several CDs in it, and a videogame. She walked over to her shelf set and knocked two bottles in her bag, one full of ether and one with rubbing alchahol in it. She pulled out a machete, wrapped in newspaper to prevent cutting anything, from behind the shelf and placed that in her bag, too. Dib blinked.
"How are you getting all that in your bag?" He asked, curious.
"It's magic," Aileen announced sarcastically. She then walked into the kitchen and grabbed two steak knives from a drawer and shoved them in her bag. Dib stepped back.
"Uh...what's with all the knives?" He was obviously nervous.
"Close Encounters," Aileen said, sarcasm still apparent in her voice. She was making it obvious that she hadn't believed anything Dib had said, through her tone and the fact that she was packing completely useless stuff. She yanked the zipper shut on the duffel, grabbed a pair of glasses and a set of keys from her shelf, and walked over to Dib. Scout meowed loudly.
"Cat, go, kay?" Aileen said to the calico. She ran off around a corner. Aileen turned to Dib.
"Move, I should probably close the door," she said, and Dib backed away from the door. He picked up his bag and started walking down the hall. He was already regretting asking her.
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FWAA...Aileen's a bitch. :P LOL Oh well. You know the drill, REVIEW!
AAK! I made a big mistake in the beginning of the story. Currently (in the show) Dib is 11-12, not 10. So...I messed up. :(
Disclaimer: Aileen is mine. So far, no one else is. XD
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All The Purple Cats...And Their Misadventures
Chapter Five: Explanation, Information
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An hour had passed. Dib leaned aganst a wall outside Aileen's apartment, a backpack at his feet, waiting. The bacpack contained a couple changes of clothes and several of his old "fool-proof" alien-catching devices, including his x-ray glasses and something called a "Powerfyer 4000" that he'd never figured out how to use. After about fifteen minutes he knocked on her door.
"It's open," she said from inside. Dib turned the handle to find that the door was indeed unlocked, and opened it. Aileen's apartment was slightly messy; a pile of empty pizza boxes stood in a corner, and a box with a few slices left sat open on a table in the main room. The walls were dark blue-purple, except for one behind a sofa (which was blue) that was light easter egg purple. Dishes were piled in the kitchen sink, which was visible from the door despite a wall seperating the main room from the kitchen. The door stood ajar. A shelf, that stood next to the kitchen door, held strange things like three bottles of rubbing alchahol and statuettes of dragons. A cat scratch-post stood next to the shelf. Dib heard the creak of a door opening, and after a moment Aileen walked into the doorway. Upon seeing Dib, she rolled her eyes.
"You're really serious, aren't you?" She asked, halfway sarcastically. Dib pulled his head back slightly.
"Of course I am...why else would I have told you?" He looked slightly hurt. Aileen laughed.
"Okay, fine, whatever." She turned back around (Dib assumed to get a bag or something) when a loud yowl was heard. "Okay cat, I'll turn on the faucet for you," Aileen said to the place in front of her. A second later a white calico trotted out from the doorway. Its dominant color was white, but its tail was orange with tiger stripes. It had a black spot an inch above its tail. It had a brown teardrop shape on the back of its head and on its right front leg. Its ears were brown, but there were two black spots on top of its head that went halfway up its ears. A brown stripe went down from its head across half its nose, and there was a black splotch on the left side of its nose, like half a moustache. Its eyes were large and golden, like Dibs'. The cat trotted up to Dib and sat, staring up at him, as if expecting a treat. Dib looked at Aileen.
"You have a cat?" he asked. Aileen nodded.
"So?" She said. "Look, she likes you!" The cat had begun rubbing aganst Dib's ankles, purring. "She doesn't usually like guests. Her name is Scout, but she's usually just called Cat."
"You can't take her," Dib pointed out. "What are..." Aileen cut him off.
"My other neihbor has a key. She knows to feed the cat if I'm gone more than a day." Aileen turned away again. "Get some pizza if you want it, I'll be right back." She walked out of sight.
Dib stayed in the doorway. After a few minutes Aileen came back in carrying a duffel bag that had a few things in it; a change of clothes, a video tape titled "Workout Video for Fat Ugly Old Men," four hairties, a small boombox, a discman, a CD case with several CDs in it, and a videogame. She walked over to her shelf set and knocked two bottles in her bag, one full of ether and one with rubbing alchahol in it. She pulled out a machete, wrapped in newspaper to prevent cutting anything, from behind the shelf and placed that in her bag, too. Dib blinked.
"How are you getting all that in your bag?" He asked, curious.
"It's magic," Aileen announced sarcastically. She then walked into the kitchen and grabbed two steak knives from a drawer and shoved them in her bag. Dib stepped back.
"Uh...what's with all the knives?" He was obviously nervous.
"Close Encounters," Aileen said, sarcasm still apparent in her voice. She was making it obvious that she hadn't believed anything Dib had said, through her tone and the fact that she was packing completely useless stuff. She yanked the zipper shut on the duffel, grabbed a pair of glasses and a set of keys from her shelf, and walked over to Dib. Scout meowed loudly.
"Cat, go, kay?" Aileen said to the calico. She ran off around a corner. Aileen turned to Dib.
"Move, I should probably close the door," she said, and Dib backed away from the door. He picked up his bag and started walking down the hall. He was already regretting asking her.
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FWAA...Aileen's a bitch. :P LOL Oh well. You know the drill, REVIEW!