~ Hey I know it's been a long time, this story takes place when Gaz is 18
and Dib is 20. PLEASE NOTE: there is adult content (severe drug use, sex
and harsh words, not for people who are easily offended) ~
Not an addict Chapter 1.
Gaz studied herself in front of her round vanity mirror; Rob Zombie played on her stereo and the faint sound of her brother swearing in the bedroom filled her ears. A small drop of blood ran from her right nostril and dripped onto the hardwood floor "shit" she said standing up. That's the funny thing about cocaine, it effects everyone differently. Some people get the jitters, others get nosebleeds some get paranoia, and others get nothing at all. Gaz was a bleeder.
A quiet tapping sounded from her door. "Gaz, can I borrow 5$ were out of food" Gaz rolled her eyes it was Dib. She stood up and walked to the door, she only had on a bra and a pair of shiny plethor shorts she had worn the night before "I'm broke" she opened the door and studied her brother. How he had changed. He stood around 6'2 and about 110 pounds, his black hair was now long and he wore the same glasses with a single silver hoop through his eyebrow All in all not a bad looking guy. "Come on Gaz, I'll order a pizza" he looked at her with puppy eyes. "Oh fine! Here take it! Its my last 10 dollars and I swear if you spend it on cigarettes and porn magazines again I'll ripe your spine out through your ass hole!" she tossed the 10 at him and slammed the door.
Gaz; like Dib had grown up too, she was around 5'7 and 100 pounds, her purple hair swept over her shoulders. She also had a small tattoo of a skull between her shoulder blades and a small hoop through her navel. Her father hadn't cared that she pierced her belly button when she was 13, in fact she sort of hoped he would. She shook her head and walked to her closet pulling out a black long sleeved sweater that came down just under her breasts, the sleeves also seemed to be held on with safety pins, it was her favorite, mainly because she made it herself.
Dib was taking too long with the pizza, Gaz began to feel anxious "where is that prick!" she pulled a Marlboro out of her pocket book and lit it. She wished her dad cared that either of them smoked, she sometimes hoped her dad would walk in on her snorting lines, she wished that he would lecture her on cancer and how bad smoke smelled in the house. But instead he just brushed by her.
Dib had attempted to Commit suicide the year before when his enemy Zim had killed the only girlfriend he ever had. He had planned on eating strike 9 he had found in his father's lab, only to chicken out. Zim was killed 6 months later in an explosion due to stupidity. Dib was never so happy, although he swore to avenge the death of his woman.
~ that's it for now please review! ~
Not an addict Chapter 1.
Gaz studied herself in front of her round vanity mirror; Rob Zombie played on her stereo and the faint sound of her brother swearing in the bedroom filled her ears. A small drop of blood ran from her right nostril and dripped onto the hardwood floor "shit" she said standing up. That's the funny thing about cocaine, it effects everyone differently. Some people get the jitters, others get nosebleeds some get paranoia, and others get nothing at all. Gaz was a bleeder.
A quiet tapping sounded from her door. "Gaz, can I borrow 5$ were out of food" Gaz rolled her eyes it was Dib. She stood up and walked to the door, she only had on a bra and a pair of shiny plethor shorts she had worn the night before "I'm broke" she opened the door and studied her brother. How he had changed. He stood around 6'2 and about 110 pounds, his black hair was now long and he wore the same glasses with a single silver hoop through his eyebrow All in all not a bad looking guy. "Come on Gaz, I'll order a pizza" he looked at her with puppy eyes. "Oh fine! Here take it! Its my last 10 dollars and I swear if you spend it on cigarettes and porn magazines again I'll ripe your spine out through your ass hole!" she tossed the 10 at him and slammed the door.
Gaz; like Dib had grown up too, she was around 5'7 and 100 pounds, her purple hair swept over her shoulders. She also had a small tattoo of a skull between her shoulder blades and a small hoop through her navel. Her father hadn't cared that she pierced her belly button when she was 13, in fact she sort of hoped he would. She shook her head and walked to her closet pulling out a black long sleeved sweater that came down just under her breasts, the sleeves also seemed to be held on with safety pins, it was her favorite, mainly because she made it herself.
Dib was taking too long with the pizza, Gaz began to feel anxious "where is that prick!" she pulled a Marlboro out of her pocket book and lit it. She wished her dad cared that either of them smoked, she sometimes hoped her dad would walk in on her snorting lines, she wished that he would lecture her on cancer and how bad smoke smelled in the house. But instead he just brushed by her.
Dib had attempted to Commit suicide the year before when his enemy Zim had killed the only girlfriend he ever had. He had planned on eating strike 9 he had found in his father's lab, only to chicken out. Zim was killed 6 months later in an explosion due to stupidity. Dib was never so happy, although he swore to avenge the death of his woman.
~ that's it for now please review! ~