Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I don't have any money. Don't sue me.
Warnings: This will eventually be slash. Uh. that's about it.
Author's notes: Kind of the same as last time.C&C? Thanks.
Bliss
ANGST! Dib's shocking revelation!
Monday came, eventually, and in addition to having to wake up and drag his sleep deprived butt to skool, Dib was having a bad day. Perhaps "bad day" is too tame an explanation. This day was the badass that cut class, smoked and beat up other, weaker bad days for it's own amusement.
The day started normally enough. Dib got up, put on his clothes, had breakfast, collected Gaz and began the first day of their 5-morning-a-week pilgrimage to the high skool, which they attended together. Gaz's face was adorned with a self-satisfied smirk that morning, but Dib thought nothing of it because she always looked that way when she was plotting revenge. He'd replaced her Gameslave last night, though, and he was going to give it to her after skool today, so he wouldn't have to worry about her wrath much longer.
When he got to skool, he was immediately met with hostile glares from the jocks and the popular girls. Zim always got to school about a half-hour later than Dib, though, so it couldn't have anything to do with him.
"Hey fag!"
Dib looked around to see whom the painfully unoriginal comment was directed at, just before he came to the sobering realization that the comment was directed at him.
"So," the painfully square-headed jock started, "I hear you like to fuck guys." He galumphed slowly towards an increasingly nervous Dib.
"W-who told you that?"
"Well, Todd heard it from Josh who heard it from Andrew who heard it from Lindsay who heard it from Zita who heard it from Alice who heard it from Jessica who heard it from Gaz, but that's not the point."
Dib was quite confused as to what the point actually was, but he didn't want to stick around and find out. He decided he would try and keep his dignity by just walking away, but plans like that usually don't turn out like they should.
"DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME, FAG!"
He punctuated this stunning display of manhood by thrusting Dib up against a locker.
"My point is, that I knew you were gay all along. I mean, look at your hair! It's BLACK! No straight people have black hair."
"Black.hair?" This made no sense at all, of course. "Who in the hell thinks that all black-haired people are gay?"
Dib was getting pretty pissed off by now, and being pinned to a locker and surrounded by sweaty, roid-monkey troglodytes weren't helping things at all. He braced himself for the incoming blow when the bell rang and teachers started yelling for students to get to class. He had never been so happy about having his brain slowly atrophied in his entire life.
For once, Dib couldn't wait until his next class. Biology with Zim. Maybe engaging him in some of their normal pre-lunch banter would make things seem a bit more.well.normal. How wrong he was. From the moment Zim walked into the classroom, Dib tried his best to put down Zim as much as possible, but this only sparked classmate speculation as to what their REAL relationship was, much to Dib's chagrin. He spent the rest of the morning dodging beatings, fighting with Zim and hoping to God that Zim only knew the archaic definitions of "fag" and "gay".
Finally, lunch came and he could leave the skool grounds in search of a more peaceful place to relax and figure things out. For example, who exactly, told everyone? Jock prototype #989 had said something to that effect, but his apprehensiveness had tuned out everything that was being said. There was a big long steam of names, but he couldn't remember them all. Andrew, Josh, Lindsay, Zita, Jessica.Gaz. Fucking Gaz. He had known his sister to do some cruel things, but he'd never, ever expected her to go this far. She KNEW the kind of shit he'd get for something like this, and she did it anyway.
Why did he bother? He'd apologized, he'd replaced the Gameslave, he made amends! He was planning to surprise her by giving it to her today! He thought she would be so happy!
"But nooooooo, nothing diverts Gaz from her vengeance, not even dooming her brother to a year in hell." He thought bitterly.
He should have known it would end sooner or later. It was hard to keep secrets in a high skool setting, and even harder when you've known a quarter of the people there since you were in kindergarten. But still, he had hoped he would graduate before it got out. He had only had one year left and Gaz ruined that for him. Dib sighed.
"Fuck it." He turned away from the skool and left. His classes were abysmally easy anyway, and he didn't need to take this shit. Maybe a week off would give things a chance to cool down. Not likely, but he could hope. Dib's eyes were filling with tears, but he tried to push them back. He wouldn't let them make him cry. They didn't deserve the satisfaction.
Warnings: This will eventually be slash. Uh. that's about it.
Author's notes: Kind of the same as last time.C&C? Thanks.
Bliss
ANGST! Dib's shocking revelation!
Monday came, eventually, and in addition to having to wake up and drag his sleep deprived butt to skool, Dib was having a bad day. Perhaps "bad day" is too tame an explanation. This day was the badass that cut class, smoked and beat up other, weaker bad days for it's own amusement.
The day started normally enough. Dib got up, put on his clothes, had breakfast, collected Gaz and began the first day of their 5-morning-a-week pilgrimage to the high skool, which they attended together. Gaz's face was adorned with a self-satisfied smirk that morning, but Dib thought nothing of it because she always looked that way when she was plotting revenge. He'd replaced her Gameslave last night, though, and he was going to give it to her after skool today, so he wouldn't have to worry about her wrath much longer.
When he got to skool, he was immediately met with hostile glares from the jocks and the popular girls. Zim always got to school about a half-hour later than Dib, though, so it couldn't have anything to do with him.
"Hey fag!"
Dib looked around to see whom the painfully unoriginal comment was directed at, just before he came to the sobering realization that the comment was directed at him.
"So," the painfully square-headed jock started, "I hear you like to fuck guys." He galumphed slowly towards an increasingly nervous Dib.
"W-who told you that?"
"Well, Todd heard it from Josh who heard it from Andrew who heard it from Lindsay who heard it from Zita who heard it from Alice who heard it from Jessica who heard it from Gaz, but that's not the point."
Dib was quite confused as to what the point actually was, but he didn't want to stick around and find out. He decided he would try and keep his dignity by just walking away, but plans like that usually don't turn out like they should.
"DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME, FAG!"
He punctuated this stunning display of manhood by thrusting Dib up against a locker.
"My point is, that I knew you were gay all along. I mean, look at your hair! It's BLACK! No straight people have black hair."
"Black.hair?" This made no sense at all, of course. "Who in the hell thinks that all black-haired people are gay?"
Dib was getting pretty pissed off by now, and being pinned to a locker and surrounded by sweaty, roid-monkey troglodytes weren't helping things at all. He braced himself for the incoming blow when the bell rang and teachers started yelling for students to get to class. He had never been so happy about having his brain slowly atrophied in his entire life.
For once, Dib couldn't wait until his next class. Biology with Zim. Maybe engaging him in some of their normal pre-lunch banter would make things seem a bit more.well.normal. How wrong he was. From the moment Zim walked into the classroom, Dib tried his best to put down Zim as much as possible, but this only sparked classmate speculation as to what their REAL relationship was, much to Dib's chagrin. He spent the rest of the morning dodging beatings, fighting with Zim and hoping to God that Zim only knew the archaic definitions of "fag" and "gay".
Finally, lunch came and he could leave the skool grounds in search of a more peaceful place to relax and figure things out. For example, who exactly, told everyone? Jock prototype #989 had said something to that effect, but his apprehensiveness had tuned out everything that was being said. There was a big long steam of names, but he couldn't remember them all. Andrew, Josh, Lindsay, Zita, Jessica.Gaz. Fucking Gaz. He had known his sister to do some cruel things, but he'd never, ever expected her to go this far. She KNEW the kind of shit he'd get for something like this, and she did it anyway.
Why did he bother? He'd apologized, he'd replaced the Gameslave, he made amends! He was planning to surprise her by giving it to her today! He thought she would be so happy!
"But nooooooo, nothing diverts Gaz from her vengeance, not even dooming her brother to a year in hell." He thought bitterly.
He should have known it would end sooner or later. It was hard to keep secrets in a high skool setting, and even harder when you've known a quarter of the people there since you were in kindergarten. But still, he had hoped he would graduate before it got out. He had only had one year left and Gaz ruined that for him. Dib sighed.
"Fuck it." He turned away from the skool and left. His classes were abysmally easy anyway, and he didn't need to take this shit. Maybe a week off would give things a chance to cool down. Not likely, but he could hope. Dib's eyes were filling with tears, but he tried to push them back. He wouldn't let them make him cry. They didn't deserve the satisfaction.
