(DISCLAIMER! She hates me is belong to Puddle of Mudd. Is not belong to me and I am not making any money off the title, so get over it!)
(Ok, back with another addition to MBM. Unfortunately for you, this has been the last chapter I've written thus far…so you'll have to wait even longer because I need to write more…Anyway…about this chapter. I think I've re-written it at least two or three times, so I hope you're all happy…etch-n-sketch, is there a particular reason that you like Dream? Is it because he told off Zim or is it because he's British? Why would you like an Irken, no offence, but aren't they supposed to be the enemy? Ah, well…FallenAngel331, lol, I'm glad things are falling into place for you. DannyFentonIsMyHomeboy, sigh. Zak is my own original character, and I'm not going to tell you who he is, I want to you to go find out by reading the first story: School Day Student Slaves. I won't tell you because that would be giving the answer to you and I want to you learn on your own…Sounds like a teacher, don't it? Shiver…Oh! I want to give a special shout out to Reyku Sama, My wonderful co-writer who fixes everything and gives me really good ideas! Love ya lots! You rock! Ok, ok…On wit da show!)
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-Ok, look, I'm really, really super lazy and don't want to take the time and go through all three weeks of camp. Bottom line: first was ok, hell week sucked, and the third week went smoothly. Why? Because I don't really care…Again, like I said, major event, major events…But do not fret, there will still be band related stuff and that horrid, morbid humor of the band, but I will deviate a little more this time around. But, I will also explore WGI ROAD TRIP! So yeah, not to mention the spring trip…so blah, and on with the actual story…-
Well, over the past few weeks, Dib had gotten used to the whole 'being watched for a good reason' thing…Dream didn't attend the drumline class, nor did he even attend the skool as anything, but he was always watching, and Dib could feel that it probably was for the best.
The third Irken hadn't shown up yet and Dib was beginning to think that Zak was the major person that Dream always talked about. But again, he had his doubts because he didn't wear a pack, and that really sent Dib up a wall.
But at least Dib had learned something useful about Irkens…well, their lore anyway. Dream liked to talk about all the ancient warriors and the stories that have been passed down from generation to generation, from books, research or just from person to person via spoken. Dib also told Dream some of the earth lore that Dream had never encountered and some background history of humans, but nothing that could incriminate the race too badly or give away battle tactics or anything like that. And overall, they seemed to grow on each other, Dream even came to the first football game when his father couldn't.
Then, the day finally came, the day that the fourth Irken would come to earth. From what Dream told Dib, the Sergeant Major had to pull a lot of strings to get this one Irken. The major was the only one who knew who it was they were sending for.
Unfortunately, Dib still hated the Irkens, especially Zim, but knowing more about them now, it was a little better to understand why he hated them…Dib had already known that the Irkens were power-hungry for galactic conquest. What he didn't know was how they treated all the planets they had conquered. But, Dib had to give the guys in charge some credit, after all, his entire planet, for the most part, was under protection. From what he could gather from Dream, that was extremely generous…
Dib was sitting with Dream on the roof, watching the stars for any signs of the new arrival.
"Do you think I'll ever meet this Major guy?" asked Dib.
"Dib-human, I've already answered this question…Several times before…" said Dream, "His identity is strictly confidential…" Dib sighed. He was never going to if it was Zak or not unless he confronted him. Not something he wanted to do… "It's getting late, you should replenish your energy cells."
"I told you, it's called sleeping, and I'm not tired…" said Dib stubbornly, right before a mighty yawn.
"But it's nearly 2:00 and you have the academy tomorrow," said Dream.
"Damn skool…fine…" grumbled Dib as he climbed in through his window. Dream disappeared and ended up in the belly of a base. He walked over to a dark figure that was sitting in a chair and rested a hand on it's shoulder.
"When will she get here?" asked Dream.
"Soon, very soon, she'll be here tonight. The scanners were just a little off…" said the figure, clearly the one in charge, "She'll be here very soon…"
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The next day at skool, Dib was in a world of hurt. He fell asleep twice during AP Govt (Government) that morning and was sent to time-out, where he promptly fell asleep again. Next, he was off to AP Lit., which barely kept his attention, plus the fact that it was a boring class to begin with. Ah, lunch a time of talking, eating and doing the homework for the next class you should have done two days ago. Lucky for Dib, he had all his homework done and was able to eat something for once…not that it was really food, I mean, come on, cafeteria food is not that appetizing…He had skipped out on breakfast in order to catch the bus. Well, off the AP Chem., so much fun…Just two hours until he was home free, the best class of the day and the only one that kept him fairly sane: Drumline.
As soon as the bell rang, Dib shot out of his Chem. class and sprinted down the hallway to the band room. 'Sweet freedom! Finally, some good ol' relaxation and stress relief…' Dib sighed happily, he hated orange days, the only good class was at the end of the day. Lucky for him, it was Monday, so there was no marching band after skool. Dib walked into the band room and his spirits dropped dramatically. He had forgot that there was a sub today and there was only one person in the band room besides himself…Zak. Dib pretended to be invisible, but it didn't work to well…
"Hey Dib," said Zak, waving slightly, "Haven't talked to you in a while, how goes it?"
'Talking, talking is ok, nothing bad can come from talking, right?' thought Dib. Without realizing it, he had walked over to Zak, "It goes…I hate orange days so much, this is the only good class all day…" said Dib, sighing, "Plus I seem to be under a lot of stress…"
"Any reason why?" asked Zak.
"I have no idea…" said Dib, plopping himself into a chair right next to Zak.
"Who are you?" asked the sub in a thick Indian accent (from India…), "I need you names to mark you here…"
"Oh, uh, Dib M. and Zak…uh…"
"I…" said Zak. The sub marked them there and started to walk off when Zak said something else, "Is it ok if we practice in one of the back rooms?"
The sub shrugged and walked off.
'Oh, no, what's he planning?' thought Dib suspiciously. Then began to panic for whatever reason. Dib shook his head slightly, 'No, I won't think like that. I must keep my head about me…there's nothing wrong…nothing wrong…'
"C'mon, bring your sticks, I'll get a pad…" said Zak.
"I'll be in practice room C," said Dib as he got a pair of sticks and went into the room. He sat down in one of the two chairs and started drumming on his shoe. Zak soon entered with a drum pad and a pair of his own drumsticks. He set the pad on the music stand in the room and adjusted the height. It was a little low for him, but it was the perfect height for Dib, so it was ok. Zak closed the door and sat down in the other chair. Zak played on his shoe for a while before he spoke.
"You should know that I didn't ask you in here to play…" he said quietly.
"Yes…I was just waiting for you to say something…" Dib replied quietly, not yielding his assault on him worn black boot.
"That's just it, I'm not the one who needs to say something, you are…" said Zak, looking at Dib. Dib chanced to look up and see Zak gazing at him. Dib averted his eyes as the rudiment tapping stopped.
"I have nothing to say to you…" Dib murmured softly.
"No, Dib, I think you do. I haven't talked or even acknowledged me for the past three weeks! But I see you constantly looking at me with that stupid look on your face, day in and day out. So answer me this, and only this: Why?" said Zak, standing up and bringing a fist down on the practice pad. Dib just looked down at the floor, "Well? What is it Dib? Answer me!"
Dib shot up out of the chair and met Zak's angry glare, "You want answers? You want the truth! I'll give it to you! Very good sources say that you are bad news, that you're one of those alien bastards hell bent on taking over the universe! So, yeah, I've been avoiding you! Woop de fuckin' do!"
"You honestly think I'm one of those creatures? What the fuck is wrong with you?" shouted Zak. He then looked toward the ceiling and began to laugh, "This is just too much, where's the camera?"
"You think I'm joking? I couldn't be more serious! If it wasn't for all you fucking Irkens around, I'd be happy as a clam!" shouted Dib.
"With no friends and living a lie…" said Zak matter-o'-factly, "Without those alien monsters, even the band people would still think you're crazy. Face it Dib, you're just kidding yourself in more ways than one!" Zak sat back down in his chair roughly and stared angrily at the floor. (He must be trying to burn a hole in the floor. XD)
"You're just a malcontent, for whatever reason, Zak," said Dib, "Unless you have something substantial to say to me, I'm leaving…" Dib got up and headed for the door.
"There is one more thing…" said Zak. Dib turned around, only to be pinned against the wall, Zak holding his wrists at his sides, engaging him in a deep kiss. Dib was surprised to say the least, and the uncertainty about Zak seemed to scream out in his head. He struggled to get free but Zak's strength and weight were too great for his skinny, nerd/geek type build.
When Zak stopped, he didn't pull back his restraints on Dib's wrists. HE looked into Dib's ember brown eyes and waited for a response.
Dib wasn't at all that sure how to respond. He just looked at Zak in complete and utter blankness.
"Uh…" was all he managed to say. Zak started to lean in for another kiss but Dib turned his head, so all Zak got was his cheek.
"What's wrong?" asked Zak.
"We can't do this…it's against the code…" said Dib quietly.
"Dib, there is no come, Katie just said that so she didn't hurt you to badly…" said Zak.
"But we just can't…I can't…" said Dib, speaking brokenly, "I just don't know…I can't this right now, please, just give me some time…"
Zak sighed and released Dib's wrists, "Then you'll have it…how much do you think you'll need?"
"I don't know, when I know I guess…" said Dib quietly, almost breathless. Zak backed down and sighed. He scratched the back of his head, which was one action Dib knew rather well, only this time, Zak wasn't smiling or laughing…Usually when Zak did that, he knew he made a mistake. Though, sometimes he would do that in and AP math or science class, then he'd just have a puzzled look over a problem or something like that. But not now, and Dib wished he didn't have that depressed expression written all over his features. It made Dib feel awful…
"Zak, please don't look like that…" said Dib sadly. He didn't want Zak to know how badly he felt for rejecting him…
Zak waved a hand and shook his head, "No, no…don't feel bad, I understand…" Zak then opened the door and walked out.
"Zak…" said Dib softly, but Zak didn't hear, or he didn't fee like turning around. Dib just turned off the light and closed the door and before he knew it, the skool day had ended and he went home.
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Dream was waiting along with the Sergeant in a heavily wooded area, not in disguise, not that anyone could tell it was so dark. All of what could be seen was a silhouette and their glowing eyes. The sergeant paced about and Dream just watched. Form what could be seen, the Sergeant was well built with a rich green color of skin. He was shorter than Dream, but understandably. His ruby eyes scanned the night sky for any sign of the new squad member. His long delicate antenna perked at every sound, but otherwise just hung down with worry or paranoia.
"What's taking so long?" said the Sergeant, stress evident in his voice.
"Sir, she's just a little late, don't get all bloody riled…" said Dream as he lay against a tree.
The Sergeant just grumbled at the comment. Then, something caught his eye, a streak of light that seemed to come towards their little spot. They both backed out of the way of the oncoming ship. It came down at a very fast pace, but when it came to land, it slowed down tremendously, and landed softly on the mostly dead grass. The Sergeant and Dream came close to the Irken ship. The hatch opened and much smoke and steam exited the pain pod when it did.
A small figure, but not short, deathly thin, stepped from the ship with the smoke and mist. When it had all cleared, it reviled a lovely female Irken with amethyst eyes and a very disgruntled look. She stomped over to the Sergeant Major and smacked him upside the face. He staggered back, holding his cheek as Dream got the same treatment.
"Bloody hell woman, what was that for!" said Dream, rubbing his sore cheek.
The Sergeant regained his composure, "I probably deserved that…" he said with a grumble, he then coughed, "Good to have you with us, Tak…"
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(Well, this is it for a while…I must go write more and stuff…Hope you all had fun with this chapter!)