I know that MOST of you are sane, rational people and don't need yet another disclaimer, but if for no other reason, this tells you who the song is by. I don't own IZ (Jhonen Vasquez), and I don't own the lyrics to My Own Worst Enemy (Lit).
I think that tacos are in order for reggaeshiko-tama, stagger, DibMagician, Dibsthe1, ForgottenTallestTeal, Crazy Girl Person, Peyo Asope, golgatha b, and squid for leaving me such nice reviews. ::Hands out tacos:: Thank you.
A/N: Time for a little time warp, a few months into the future, because…um…I have that power, and I didn't have the patience to write a long, drawn out chapter explaining stuff, so I took the easy way out and jumped ahead a bit. Maybe I'll write it out one day, but don't hold your breath on it. Dib has become a major drinker, and has lessened his paranormal obsession a bit, mainly because he's too drunk to care most of the time. Zim's laser weasels turned on him, and so he had to take them out and start from scratch; he's up to stuff, but nothing TOO imminent. It'll take a few months yet. Oh, and Dib has a girlfriend now; when he slowed up the paranormal, he became somewhat accepted with the outcasts and gets wasted with them on a fairly regular basis. Her name is Diane, but her friends call her Spike. She's a little shorter than Dib, dresses in all black (Think Hot Topic), wears too many chains to count, has a line of piercings down one ear and two on the other; also has her eyebrow and lip pierced. Her hair is acid green and super glued to stand up in pointed spikes (hence her name). She also wears a spiked collar and two spiked bracelets on each wrist. Spike's not very nice some of the time, but she's the most tolerant of Dib; he reminds her of the way she used to be and she likes that about him. He moved in with her when Prof. Membrane finally noticed Dib's drinking and threw him out. Got all that? Good. On with the fic! Oh, btw, it is still Dib's POV; as we join him, he's in the middle of…discussing things with Spike.
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"Spike, please, don't do this to me again." I rub my head to try and clear the headache…not that it helps any. And does she have to yell so fucking loud?
"Shove it up your ass, Dib. I'm not doing anything to you that you don't deserve."
"But you can't throw me out, I have nowhere to go."
"Well, you should've thought of that before you took up with that whore."
"But it's not my fault, I was--"
"Drunk, I know. You always are. And don't even think that you can just bring your crap right back in behind me, because I'm not letting you stay. This time I mean it when I say you're out."
/Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?/
/I didn't mean to call you that/
/I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me/
"But it didn't even mean anything, I swear."
"That's only because you can't remember what happened. Sometimes I wonder if I mean anything more than a place to sleep and the occasional fuck to you."
"Spike, please, be reasonable. You know how I feel…"
"Then what's with being all over every girl you meet while you're drunk? You knew that she's had her skanky eyes on since before you even met, you shouldn't've even gone there."
"Free drinks, baby." From the look on her beautiful face, I know as I'm saying this that it's the wrong thing to say, but there's nothing I can do about it now.
" 'Free' is whoring around with a slut, and then getting kicked out of your girlfriend's basement?! If that's free, Dib, I'd hate to see you have to pay for something…Not that you ever will, of course."
Ouch. That hurt, even more than the hurt expression she's giving me, the expression that I know all too well. One more try…
"Look, do you know what I've been through, how hard it was to cope with finding Gaz's body? You think I'm not still trying to get over that, and knowing that I provided her with the gun she used to kill herself with?"
"Yeah, blame your fucking up on your dead sister, bet she'd love to see you know. Get the hell out of my house, Dib."
"But Spike--"
"Now, Dib."
/Please tell me, please tell me why/
/My car is in the front yard/
/And I'm sleeping with my clothes on/
/I came in through the window last night and you're gone...gone/
Shit, where am I gonna go now? Amanda's, maybe…no, it's her fault that I'm in this mess…hell, it's MY fault. ::A short while later, Dib is standing on Amanda's doorstep. Imagine the greasiest, sluttiest girl you know. Blonde and annoying, with that high, whinny voice. You have Amanda. She answers the door with almost nothing on.::
"H-hi, Amanda."
"Why, hello Dibby. What can I do you need? Me, I hope." As she says this, she stretches so as to make her figure stand out against her too tight clothing…
"Actually, a place to stay. Spike kicked me out earlier."
"You never told me you had a girlfriend."
"Dammit Amanda, you knew I did. That seems to be your basis to determine who to throw yourself at." Shit shit shit. What am I doing to myself?
"Dibby, are you calling me a slut? I can't believe you would say such a mean, hurtful thing. Mikey, he called me a slut."
Mikey? Who the…uh oh.
"Dibby, you remember Mike. You know, my boyfriend, the wrestler, who wants to kick your ass for taking advantage of me when I was too drunk to know any better?"
Run, Dib, run. Why won't my body obey me? Maybe I deserve it, poor Spike… (A/N: I'm not going to describe poor hung over Dib getting beat up…if you really need me to, go read Taco Fic, which I highly advise reading anyway).
/It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy/
/'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me/
/The smoke alarm is going off, and there's a cigarette/
/Still burning/
Owww…the pain…I think I need someone to scrape me up off of the sidewalk now, that would be great. Maybe I'll just lie here until…::Dib passes out. When he regains consciousness, he's in an unfamiliar room.::
"Wh-where am I? What's going on?"
"Hush Dib, lie still. You passed out, so I brought you to my house. I tried to stop the bleeding, but it looks like you might have broken your wrist."
"Keef?"
"Yes, Dib."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"I told you, you're hurt and--"
"No, I mean why did you bother, after what I did to you last week?"
"You were drunk, Dib. You didn't know what you were doing."
"That's no excuse. God, Keef, you must hate me for what I did."
"Yeah, kinda. But to just leave you out there to suffer would make me as bad as you. I don't ever want to be like that, no offense."
"None taken…can we do something about my wrist?"
"Of course, Dib."
::Keef gets Dib to a doctor, who puts a cast around Dib's broken wrist. Afterwards, Keef takes Dib back to his house.::
/Please tell me why/
/My car is in the front yard/
/And I'm sleeping with my clothes on/
/I came in through the window last night and you're gone...gone/
"So, Dib. Where's your dad's house?"
"Why?"
"So I can take you home. I assumed you wanted to go sleep off that hangover."
"Oh. Well, my dad kicked me out a few months ago."
"So where do you live now?"
"Until this morning, I lived with Spike. But don't bother taking me there either, she threw me out too. Permanently, this time."
"Why? I thought she loved you."
"I, um, kind of got myself in hot water with her."
"Drinking?"
"I guess you could say that."
"Amanda?"
"Yeah."
"I know it's not my place, but can I give you some advice?"
"I guess so."
"Quit drinking."
"What?"
"You heard me. Quit drinking. Then go back to her."
"Yeah, well, that doesn't give me a place to crash tonight."
"If you want, you can sleep at my house."
"Keef, I couldn't."
"Why, do you think I'm that bad?"
"No, that's more than I deserve. The sidewalk is fine."
"There's muggers and stuff out at night. Besides, I insist."
/Please tell me why/
/My car is in the front yard/
/And I'm sleeping with my clothes on/
/I came in through the window last night and you're gone...gone/
Later that night…
::Keef's POV::
"Here Dib, do you want another blanket?"
"Keef, if you're giving me the couch, where are you going to sleep?"
"The floor."
"KEEF!"
"What?"
"That's not right, you should get the couch."
"Take the couch, Dib."
"But Keef--"
"Take the couch."
"Keef--"
"NOW, goddammit!"
I don't really know why I'm making a big deal out of this…I guess that maybe Dib needs someone to be decent to him for a change, he had it really hard when he found Gaz. It's funny, everyone figured that he'd make it big one day, doing something super-geeky, but then Gaz died and he just quit on us. At least he finally quit grumbling about taking the couch, he's so argumentative lately. It's really too bad he didn't have any friends to begin with, or he probably would've made it ok. Now, look at what he is. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep, I don't know what he'll do in the middle of the night. Maybe I should've just left him…no. I'll never be that bad.
"Dib, are you ok?"
"Why the fuck wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know, I just thought I heard you crying."
"Why, you want to make fun of me? Laugh at me for being all soft?"
"No, I'm asking because I want to help."
"Fuck, Keef. Why are you being so damn nice to me."
"Because I believe that there's good in everyone, and the nicer you are to someone, the more that good shows."
"Well Keef, this is the real world. I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but not everyone has good in them."
"Everyone, Dib. Some people just hide it better."
/It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy/
/Ahhh-ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo/
/'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me/
/Ahhh-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo/
/Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?/
/Ahhh-ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo/
/I didn't mean to call you that/
/Ahhh-oooooooooooooooooooooooo/
::Dib's POV::
"So what if I am crying over what I did to Spike? It's none of your goddamn business. I wish that you people would just leave me the fuck alone."
"Dib, where are you going? It's 2 am, stay here until morning."
"No, I'm outta here."
"Dib, please be reasonable. You have nowhere to go."
"Keef, get this through your thick skull. I. Don't. Care."
"But it's cold out. At least stay long enough for me to get you a jacket."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you've already been nicer than I deserve, and I have no hope of ever repaying you in this lifetime. I don't deserve to be here, just let me go before I say or do something that I'll regret."
Keef stands still for a moment, but finally moves out of the doorway to allow me to get go.
"We all have to make our own mistakes, Dib. I'm just sorry that yours has to be this big."
Whatever that's supposed to mean. Brrrr, Keef was right. It IS cold out. Now, where to go. Hmmmm…
"AAAAHHH, SHIT!!!!"
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Bwaaahaahaa, what happened to poor Dib now? Just not his day, is it. Well, I should have another chapter up soon, and I finally got an idea for the sequal to Taco Fic…Dibsthe1, I think you may end up liking where I go with the sequal…and don't worry, I'm not doing anything too bad to Dib...