(I'm back! Sorry for the long wait and all, I've been really friggin busy with the drumline awards for the end of marching season…Glad that's over with, now I can finally type up the next two or so chapters! On to the reviews…FallenAngel331, yay! I'm lurved. I know how you feel! Drummers unite! XD andalitebandit-6, No, no, they weren't watching, they were behind a closed door. Again, something I forgot to mention…I'd say they were probably just playing cards and listening to music while their boss did his thing. And the reason they think this will prove if he's gay or not, well, they is stupid teenage boys, come on, really…The boys in my line would really be like that, I'd bet you…I'm glad I kept you on your toes, even though it was a flashback. Oh right, forgot to mention this as well, D was the only one to get 2 years everyone else got between 4 and 6. Like I've been saying, be patient, you'll get your Zim/Dib stuff in due time. Patience is a virtue, you know…

And now for your quote of the chapter:

"Go away! You're not real! You're just a figment if my imagination! You're dead! Leave me be, I'm already crazy enough…" – Dib

And because she's been pining over it, Andalitebandit gets her ZADR in this chapter. Happy readings!)

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Monday came and the drummers were all laughing at Dib…

"Dun,dun,dun! Dun,dun,dun,dun,dun…" Dib was singing part of the James Bond music and was hugging one of the walls of the band room, acting like an undercover agent.

James Bond was their indoor drumline theme for this year. There was a competition that weekend and they were all hyper, not wanting to do any work whatsoever…

"Not bad, Double O Dib, but what now?" Kat faked kicking him and he blocked. They all laughed as Dib summer-saulted across the floor, and when he came out of it, he jumped to his feet, coming nose to nose with…Zak!

"Whoa!" said Dib, moving his head back so his face wasn't so close to Zak's. Zak did the same with the same startled face Dib had.

Some of the drummers laughed and Danny decided to be smart…

"Give us a kiss!" he laughed as he chucked a heavy bass drum mallet at the back of Dib's head.

Due to whatever popular physics you believe in, the force of the mallet forced Dib forward just enough so that his and Zak's lips met in a very awkward kiss…

Both immediately pulled away, faking that it was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to them, blushing all the while. Zak started whipping his mouth on his sleeve violently while Dib was spitting into the trash can. Then both ran out of the classroom, Zak stopping right at the water fountain and started washing his mouth out, Dib heading strait for the boy's bathroom. And due to the nature of percussionists, they were all in an uproar about it.

"I didn't mean literally! Haha, fags!" laughed Danny. He was then felled off his perch on the percussion cabinet. He rubbed the side of his head that was assaulted, "Ow! Who the hell threw that?"

"I did…" said Kat sternly. "It's your fault it happened in the first place, you're going to apologize for yourself, or you're answering to me…" said Kat, crossing her arms, making herself look menacing. She also had that look that could send chills down the backs of even the most hardened of drummers.

"You're joking, right? You know I don't do that kind of thing…" said Danny, just a little worried.

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" said Kat, making Danny cringe.

When both Zak and Dib returned to the room, Danny took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm sorry for throwing a drumstick at you, Dib…" said Danny, clearly in pain from having to apologize.

"And?" said Kat, urging him to continue.

"Sorry for accidentally making you two kiss…" groaned Danny.

"Good, SET!" shouted Kat. All the drummers scattered to their spots. The competition they were going to was this Saturday, they needed to be ready for it. This year's music was James Bond, so that's how the show was portrayed. It started off with one of the tenor players (Allen) right behind the Vibraphone player (David) and it was a strait, three rim shot tap off, but at the same time, Allen raised his other stick, at to 'stab' David.

That's how the show started and in the middle, the cymbal players had a fight and one of the Xylophone players took a couple of shots at the other drummers, via snare hits. Then, at the very end, all the snare players on the last three 'shots' 'finished' the job that Allen couldn't do at the beginning, thus David falls down dead.

It was quite a nice little show, all original music written and composed by Mr. Helm, based on the original music. The apparel was black pants, black shoes, black socks, (God forbid someone wears white. Oo;) and a black, long sleeve shirt with a tuxedo looking front. For a bunch of drummers who had no clue what they were doing, they sounded and looked pretty good.

"Run it again, that sounded much better than last week. You must have practiced over the weekend…" said Mr. H, coming out of his office.

"Uh…sure…" murmured the drummers.

"Whatever, look, we only have 2 more practices after this…we need to make the most of it…" said Kat.

"Yeah, hey, Kat, do you think we could break up into sectionals?" asked Katie.

"Yeah, that would be a good idea," said Kat, "Pit in the back room, quads in one of the practice rooms, bass drums in here, and snares in the other room."

Everyone broke up into their respected rooms, and we shall follow the snares…

Dib and Zak were rehearsing one part of the music, and they seemed to be playing in perfect sync.

"You're dragging just a little on the flam parrididdle cheeses…" said Zak as they kept playing it over and over again.

"And you're just a little behind on the roll…" said Dib. The other snare drummers were amazed at how well they were playing together. They were so good, they sounded like one snare.

"How the hell do they do that?" said Ricky.

"Practice?" suggested Chris. Every other snare shrugged.

"Maybe it was that kiss…" joked Mike. As soon as Dib and Zak heard that, they both screwed up. Dib lost control of one of his drum sticks and when he hit the head again, it bounced up and flew out of his hand, landing on the floor. "Well, that was certainly interesting…"

"Just drop it, Mike…" said Dib, as he went down on one knee and retrieved his stick. "It was just an accident cause by Danny's bad sense of humor…"

"True, but the fact of the matter is, it still happened…" said Liz.

"We know…" groaned Zak, putting his hand over his face, like in shame, but in reality, he was hiding a blush. "Just…whatever, laugh, scowl, yell, patronize, I don't care, just get it out of your system…"

"…" the three snares just looked at each other.

"Ok…um…what was it like to kiss another guy?" asked Liz innocently enough.

"Not one of the better feelings in my life…It wasn't pleasant…" said Zak. They all looked at Dib.

"Most horrible thing ever…" said Dib, thinking quickly.

"Alright, was that your first kiss?" asked Chris slyly.

"No!" both said quickly. They looked at each other in astonishment, not expecting to be on the same frequency.

"Excuse us…" said Dib with a really lame smile and he set his drum down, Zak doing the same. They went into the room a little ways and Dib turned to Zak and started signing.

'Is it just me, or do they seem really interested in us?' said Dib. (Ok, when I say said, it means he signed something when it looks like they're thinking…)

'What do you mean?'

'I mean like they act like we're a couple or something! Did you tell them about me?' asked Dib.

'No! Why would I do that? You have my secret to, ya know! Have you told anyone about that?' said Zak, his gestures becoming irritated.

'Hell no! I'd never do that to you! Hopefully they'll all forget it happened…Or we'll have to get girlfriends or something, just to prove them wrong…' said Dib. He didn't want to, but it might have to be done…

'You'd be ok with that?' asked Zak, calming down a little.

Dib sighed, 'It'd be the only way…'

'Look, you shouldn't do anything you're not comfortable with…isn't there any other way?' asked Zak.

'Hell, I don't know…maybe I can bear the last few months of skool…' said Dib. He ran a hand through his hair, 'I think I'll be alright. Just forget I said anything…' He looked over at the other snare drummers. 'Do you think they can understand us?'

'Hm…' said Zak, 'I don't know…'

"Do you have any idea what they're saying?" asked Mike, watching.

"Not a damn clue…" said Chris, he looked over at Ricky who just shrugged, "What about you, Liz?"

"Uh…Your guess is just as good as mine…" said Liz, knowing everything they were talking about, she just didn't know what they were talking about.

'We'll talk about it later…' said Dib, "Ok, thank you for waiting." He went back to his drum and picked it up, "Well, let's actually do something, what do you guys need work on?"

"Um…well, there is this one part at 41…what's the sticking there?" asked Liz.

"41? Uh…Left, right, right, left, right, left, then double stops…" said Zak, picking up his drum and adjusting the harness.

"Yeah, that sounds right…" said Dib.

Liz tried playing the way Zak had said, "Oh, wow! That's much easier to play, thanks Zak!"

"Eh…it's no problem. Let's do a couple of run throughs before we do full rehearsal again." said Zak.

"Hey, wait a minuet…what ever happened to the green kid?" asked Chris.

"Who cares, at least he's not bothering us…" said Zak flatly.

"No, he's right, Zak…I haven't seen him, besides, he was a pretty good cymbal player…" said Mike.

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(And I will leave you with that, my lovelies. Hope it's enough to keep you occupied while I work on typing the next one. Hope you liked your ZADR Andalitebandit! XD Sorry, I couldn't resist…)