Thanks to everyone for your support! I'm so glad Schitz caught that much attention. I hope this story will drive you guys to come up with even better Freakazoid! fanfiction and expand this rocking fandom! Woot. XD Enjoy the next chapter, guys.
Another One Of Your Schitz
2. A Lovely Shade of Blue
Stephanie pranced over to Dexter's side as soon as he rounded the corner to the highschool. "Hi, Dexter!" she greeted him happily.
He looked around to make sure no one else was around, and walked alongside her. It felt so odd to walk calmly next to the blonde, after being rejected and then having Steph discover his secret. Dexter gave her a sideways glance.
"I thought you didn't like me, Steph."
She smiled at him. "I don't."
He nodded in acceptance. Made sense. "Do you have anyone you want to tell about...? Y'know."
She frowned. "Which 'y'know'?"
"The blue one."
"Oh. No."
"Oh."
Dexter adjusted the strap on his backpack. They were almost at the steps of the school building, and he could feel people staring at him. A girl giggled somewhere to the left. By now, everyone in the school had to know that he had asked her to dinner. In this kind of situation, Dexter was prone to hunch up, covering his face.
A most extrodinary thing happened just then. It wasn't very big outwardly, but Steph noticed it right away. Not with suprise, but with satisfaction.
Dexter straightened up.
His coat settled neatly over his frame, and his eyes came out of their constant shadow. He looked, to everyone who was watching, a little bit less cowardly.
"Hey Steph."
"Yeah, Dexter?"
"Since we're sort of... partners now, do you think we could be a little more... together? I mean, you aren't even my friend yet. You don't even like me."
Steph smiled at his questioning face, and pushed open the school doors. "Oh, Dexter, you do get it, don't you? I'm popular. You're... not. Of course I don't like you."
He gave her a face. "I hate highschool."
"It's inconspicuous," she pointed out.
"True, I'll give you that. So, you want to go to out to eat again sometime?"
"Sorry, Dexter, but I'm dying my hair on Sunday at... three o' clock."
"Foiled again! Curse you, pretty blonde female whom I stand no chance of dating!" He shook his fist in the air in defiance. She giggled behind her hand.
"Oh yeah," he added, "I have this problem I want to ask you about. Is that okay?"
"Is it a blue problem?"
"Yeah."
"Shoot."
Dexter leaned in conspiratorially, and looked around suspisiously. His actions contagious, she followed suit.
"Do you ever," he whispered, "feel... well, schizoprenic when you're blue?"
"No," she breathed, "at least, not really. I know I act a little different, but nothing that drastic."
"I think I'm schizophrenic. I think he's not me anymore."
The weight of what Dexter said took a second to contemplate. Both of them, eyes wide and silent, pulled back into normal standing positions.
A football player passed by.
Steph winked at Dexter. "I already said no! Go find someone else to fawn over."
"Curses, foiled."
"See ya, Dexter."
"See ya, Steph."
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On Sunday, at three o' clock, Dexter and Stephanie met at what had become their usual resturaunt- Pizza Time. Not as romantic as the first time they went to dinner together, but good enough, especially since it was a good vantage point from which they could observe the goings-on of the city.
Dexter pulled out his wallet and looked up at the menu above the cashiers. "Hey, that's that dessert from the comercial. You wanna try it?"
She slapped him playfuly. "You know I'm watching my weight. I'll just gt the usual."
"Right, because half of a large peperoni-sausage pizza is so much healthier than a half a cup of frozen yogurt with chocolate sprinkles. I'm sure you'd never drink from a cow when you could eat the whole thing instead."
"Eww, you're going to make me loose my appetite."
"Really, is that so bad?"
They both giggled. Dexter paid for the food and they sat down at their table to wait for it to be brought over.
Steph leaned her chin on her hands and gazed at Dexter from across the table. He blinked.
"What?"
"Nothing. Well, it's just that you seem a little... better today. Funnier. Stronger. Bluer. I think Freak's rubbing off on you."
"Thus my schitzo inquiration."
"Oh! I see now." She considered for a moment.
"I think that it's perfectly normal. I mean, he is another mindframe, so I guess you'd pick things up from him."
He seemed a bit distressed at her words. "Yes, but what about you? Zette's only difference from you is that she's more athletic, which is normal, and that she's considerably more literate."
Steph stuck her tounge out playfully. "I resent that."
Dexter's cellphone rang. They both looked at the screen as he opened it.
Cosgrove: Hey kid, we've got a robbery down on twety-eighth and central. This one's weird-looking.
Steph sighed. "I was going to eat my pizza and everything."
To Be Continued...