Author's Note: Okay, so it's not my best work, but it is out. This could possible turn into more than four parts, and just as easily it could be less than four parts; I don't know. Anyway I was stuck so I found a good stopping part and decided to post what I had. My thanks to my two reviewers. Enjoy the fic.
"I can't believe how stupid you guys are. Dib can't even get his dad to come and pick us up," ranted Jessie. Dib hardly bothered to listen; it was amazing how long that girl could talk without having to take a breath. "I mean, look how far we've had to walk already walked-"
We can still see the skool, a voice inside Dib's head yelled.
"We aren't even halfway there. My arms are getting tired." Jessie stumbled and almost dropped her load, two library books and a calculator manual, just to prove her point. Dib, who had ended up carrying the rest of Jessie's stuff, almost did the same thing.
"Don't you dare drop those!" shrieked Jessie. "It you do I'll make you pay for everything." Dib just rolled his eyes and kept putting one foot in front of the other.
"Hurry up people," Alyssa called from her position at the front of the group. "And stop yelling at Dib, Jessie, he's carrying all of your crap after all."
"Shut up you bitch. I'm carrying just as much as he is," protested Jessie, turning bright red and looking like she was about to punch someone's lights out. Alyssa's eyes went to the three books and then to Dib's load and back to Jessie.
"Are you one drugs again?" asked Alyssa who apparently had no sense of tact what so ever.
"Wow, look at the time," said Dib who didn't have a watch.
And even if I did I wouldn't be able to look at it, he added to himself. The remark did, however, have to effect he wanted on his two group members (Sarah had hyperventilated earlier and disappeared to the nurse's office). Alyssa turned and started walking immediately. Jessie scowled at her but kept silent. And Dib just cursed his luck for the 60th time that day. These two were supposed to be best friends, well depending on whether you talked to Jessie or Alyssa.
'Oh, we're best friends,' he remembered Jessie saying. 'She's jealous of me really, cause I'm so smart, I just humor her.' Alyssa apparently had different ideas about their friendship, and had made them very clear sense they had started this little trek to his house.
And we can still see the skool, added the voice in the back of his head.
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"Are we there yet?" whined Jessie.
"Almost," replied Dib for the hundredth time. He was sweating and his arms were killing him; he almost wondered how bad it would be if they really did fall off. He looked around and saw Gaz up ahead walking with Alyssa, he wished one of them would say something before he collapsed. Maybe, he mused, he could fall towards Jessie and hit her once with her math book before he died of exhaustion.
"Jessie, carry you own crap, Dib's arms are about to fall off," said Alyssa turning around at last. Jessie said something incomprehensible, crossed her arms and stamped her foot. Dib managed to get enough breath to gasp out a plea.
"Please Jessie, my house is just at the end of the street." Even he had to admit he sounded pathetic, but this was not the time to worry about his image.
"Fine, but you owe me," said Jessie reluctantly taking her books and other assorted items back from Dib.
"Can we go now please?" asked Gaz, speaking for the first time in this fic. (Oh like you never forgot a major character!)
Dib nodded, and they started walking. Alyssa slowed her pace until Dib caught up with her.
"Thanks," muttered Dib.
"No problem. So… I hear you sister has 'The Cims'. Any chance you could talk her into letting me play it?" asked Alyssa looking hopeful. Dib choked, he wasn't sure what he was choking on, he just felt betrayed. Of course that was why she'd stuck up for him. It also explained why she had voted to go to his house. He decided it was best just to ignore her.
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"I can't believe you can't get you dad to go get us a blank tape!" screeched Jessie. "My mom does whatever I want her too, whether I want a blank tape or a Hot Fudge Sunday with the works."
Which explains why you look like you weigh a good 549 pounds.
"You are so pathetic," concluded Jessie. Dib had given up responding about an hour ago. He just glanced over at her. This seemed to enrage her.
"Then why don't you call this super mom and get a blank tape?" asked Gaz. Gaz had actually shut off the GameSlave, she seemed to find the constant arguing going on in the kitchen amusing.
"What do you know about anything," retorted Jessie. She did, however, reach into her backpack and pull out a cell phone.
"Where's Alyssa?" asked Dib, jumping at the chance to get away from Jessie.
"Playing 'The Cims' replied Gaz turning on her GameSlave again.
"Well it shouldn't be to hard to get her to help with this project," said Dib getting up.
Famous last words, was all the voice in his head had to say.
AN: As I said I've gotten to the part that I didn't like. I might add in what is happening at Zim's house and stop necessarily basing the entire thing on the true story (which is getting boring). Hopefully the next chapter will be better.