So I was reading the info about the author for 'Thirteen Reasons Why' and I read that the guy listens to music before he writes as an inspiration. So I tried it and came up with a song for Drey about how he kinda feels about Gazzy. X) It's 'Mystery Girl' by the Naked Brothers Band if you wanna check it out. :)
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Disclaimer: This covers all other chapters, ok? So listen up- I. DO. NOT. OWN. INVADER. ZIM. AND. ALL. IT'S. AWESOMENESS!
Gaz walked fast down the sidewalk, her fists balled. Her anger was fueled to continuing thoughts of how Zim had been lying this whole time. It made a lot of since anyway, for him to act so nervous lately, and he would go along with watching TV and movies with her all day just to stay on her good side or something. Typical. No one would really be comfortable with her company. No one...except Dib.
As soon as the green and pink house was in sight on the next block, Gaz broke into an even faster pace. She was ready to handle anything. Nothing that alien could do would phase her now.
Just before Gaz could turn into the path leading to Zim's door, she was stopped.
"Gaz?" A familiar voice called from not four feet away.
Gaz turned to see none other than Drey standing up from the curb.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to Zim's house," Gaz said with urgency in her tone.
"Zim? Who's Zim?"
Why did this have to be now? She didn't want to deal with this right now.
"What do you want me to say? He's another kid."
"Is he that different looking green kid?" Drey asked suddenly, staring the tall alien's house up and down.
"Yes. Look, Drey, I can't do this right now. I gotta take care of something," Gaz said, starting to walk backwards.
Drey looked confused, before nodding a bit sadly. "Ok, I get it. So he's your boyfriend, right?"
Gaz glowered hard at him. "No!" she exclaimed. She shook her head and drew her eyes elsewhere. "Just go away."
Drey frowned and shook his head. "Can't. I live here,"—he pointed his thumb back to the house beside Zim's—"and my mom's about done with dinner if you wanna—" Drey broke off when Gaz walked away into Zim's front yard. "...Oh."
Gaz banged on the door—but not hard enough to draw any more attention from Drey—and waited. The gnomes, that were sometimes off, were now glowing beams of light in their eyes, but otherwise did nothing. Gaz didn't acknoledge them, but Drey did.
"Gaz, look out! Those things look like they're going to shoot you!"
Gaz didn't respond. She finally pounded the door in, letting it fall in a whole to the tiled floor in the house.
"What are you doing?" Gaz heard a bewildered Drey call, but again she ignored him, now not caring what he saw. Gir was perched on the arm of the couch, silently staring at the Monkey Show on TV. Gaz paced up to him.
"Where is Zim?" she grumbled.
Gir finally looked at her and smiled. "Mastah's not watching TV anymore. Don't tell the pig where his shadow is!" Just then, a pig snorted from the corner, covered in mud and standing in a puddle of candy.
"Where is he?" Gaz asked again.
Gir suddenly was glowing blood red when he sprung off the couch with missiles sticking out of his arms. "Leave now! You are not permitted in this base!"
"Why can't you tell me where he is, you stupid piece of crap?" Gaz's balled fists shook angrily. It wasn't completely a question, because then she grabbed the android by a handful of his missiles and tossed him away, then heard a loud thunk somewhere. She looked around for Zim in the living room or kitchen, before deciding to leave.
She could try again later.
She stomped back down the grass and saw Drey peeking from behind the fence.
"You really need to just get away from me," Gaz said.
Drey stood up slowly. "What was that about?" he asked, ignoring her statement.
"Nothing," Gaz said as she walked past him to head home.
"Wait," Drey called. Gaz stopped but didn't turn around. Drey seemed to be nervous as he stuttered. "I...was wondering..."
"Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood," Gaz grumbled loudly.
She heard Drey sigh. "Fine. Ok." He sounded very dissapointed.
Gaz sighed too, but exasperated instead. "What was your idea?" she asked through clenched teeth.
There was a pause, and at first Gaz thought he left, but then he spoke up. "I was going to ask if you had dinner yet. I mean, you're welcome to join us since you're already here."
Gaz's stomach suddenly growled. She was getting hungry, and the last thing she ate today was mushroom and peas at the school lunch. None of her usual snacks to drown that out. She turned around and nodded slowly.
"Alright!" Drey smiled and led Gaz into his house. Drey greeted his mom in the kitchen and went to introduce her to Gaz.
She smiled at her son as he tugged on her red blouse. She was chopping dise-sized tomatoes on an old cutting board by the stove with a boiling pot of water. "Oh," Drey's mom said when she looked at Gaz. Her green eyes flashed to Drey and then back to Gaz. Finally she forced a friendly smile that formed dimples on her fair skin. "Well, how are you?"
"Hungry," Gaz grumbled.
Drey's mom waited, then continued chopping tomatoes. "Dinner will be ready soon. How about you two go watch TV while you wait."
Drey nodded at Gaz with invitation. Gaz walked in the direction of the first TV she saw.
Suddenly, a big dog came bursting into the room. Drey gasped as he watched the dog leap onto Gaz and start giving her numerous slobbery wet kisses. Gaz groaned in irritation, struggling to get the dog off. Drey hurried over to his golden retriever and pulled him off by his thin blue collar.
"Sorry, sorry," Drey apologized anxiously while gripping the hyper dog around his chest. "He's just a puppy. He's our golden retriever we rescued a few months ago. His name is Joey." Said dog licked Drey's cheek and then stared at Gaz, panting loudly.
Gaz eyed Joey with disgust as she wiped all the dog saliva off her face. "Let's just watch TV."
Drey nodded and handed her the remote. They watched together until dinner was ready, and then Drey's mom called them over with plates of spaghetti on the table.
Gaz took her time scooping bites of long, soft noodles. Drey and his mom sat around her at the circular table, Mom keeping more distance than Drey. Gaz glanced at Drey a few times who was slurping up noodles with the usual amount of manners elementary boys usually have.
"So do you like it?" Drey asked Gaz, sauce covering his lips. "My mom has her own special recipe for the sauce." He noticed Gaz eyeing him strangely and he smiled sheepishly before wiping his mouth.
"Drey, your father's coming home tonight," Mom said when Gaz didn't answer.
"Really?" Drey beamed. "When?"
"Soon." Mom smiled, sharing her eagerness with her son. "He called about an hour ago saying he'd be here a little after supper."
"Where has he been?" Gaz asked suddenly.
They both looked at her. Drey grinned. "He's been in the army," he said with admiration.
"We haven't seen him in years," his mom added, staring solemnly at her half-eaten plate. "Since Drey was a little baby."
"Yeah," Drey said, then confidently, "But I remember a lot about him! Like how he helped mom clean the house, and polish his shoes before going to bed. He even tried showing me how to do it once."
Gaz put down her fork and listened to the two's conversation.
"And he looked just like you." Mom pointed her fork at him.
Drey twirled his noodles. "Yeah, I remember that, too."
"Let me guess," Gaz said, picking up her fork again. "Same eyes, same hair."
"You bet," Drey and his mom said at the same time.
There was more silence as they ate, then Gaz saw Drey nod at the watery sauce on his plate with a relieved sigh. "Boy, I can't wait."
—~—
"So, I'll see you later?"
Drey was walking Gaz home half way on the sidewalk. The sun was slowly drowning below the horizon, and the street lamps all turned on. Gaz had seen this many times, because this is usually the time she would be going home from the movies or watching TV at Zim's house.
Zim. She glared. The traitor.
Gaz glanced over to Drey, who was gazing at the purple and blue sky up ahead, and drank in his image for the first time since she saw him by Zim's house. His tan skin glowed against the final rays of the orange sunset, all the way up to his face, leaving shadows behind his eyes to his ears and under the shape of his chin. His lips looked awfully drained in the glow of the sun, not that it looked revolting. Gaz could admit, he was handsome guy, although very annoying.
She had been upset at herself now for not turning back to try Zim again. That's why she had been silent. She couldn't think of a word, couldn't think of why she didn't deny Drey of his kindness of walking home and take care of things with Zim. No, something about the way Drey treated her just made her feel sort of different. Ugh, but no, not what you're thinking. That would never happen. No, Doctor Membrane's was just not meant to have a boyfriend. Gaz grimaced at her own words.
"What's wrong?" Drey asked. He looked concerned at her expression.
"Nothing. I'm fine," Gaz said quickly. She turned her head. ...Wait, was she blushing?
"Are you blushing?" Drey asked, tilting his head with curiosity.
Gaz's face was now red with anger. "No!" she said, still not looking at him.
Drey chuckled, seeming amused and still curious.
Gaz immediately got in his face and growled dangerously. "Stop it."
"Sorry," Drey apologized sincerely. "That just seemed different for you." He smiled.
Gaz stared at her feet, and they lit up green when another street lamp came on.
"Well...I'll...see ya." Drey turned around to show Gaz he was leaving.
Gaz nodded. He waved at her, and somehow Gaz saw that her hand was lifted in response. She watched as Drey disappeared back down the sidewalk, a few more street lamps catching up with the others as he passed them. Now the sun had completely vanished, and Gaz was alone.
"Well, that was awkward," she commented to herself as she padded the rest of the way to her house.
"Gaz! Welcome home!" Proffessor Membrane greeted from the stairs leading to his lab. He seemed like his self-confidence was restored. "Have you eaten dinner yet, honey?"
"Yeah," Gaz said as she half ignored him, popping the tab of a soda can in the kitchen. "At a friend's house." Gaz said that part without thinking. She took a long slur of her soda and became aware of her dad coming to stand beside her.
"A friend, is it? Well, daughter, it's good to see you have made some friends!" Membrane seemed very happy for her, and you could dream it made his day but Gaz knew science made him a little more happy.
There was some silence before Membrane remembered something and crouched down to get closer to his gloomy daughter. "I also have news about your brother." Gaz noted that his voice was content.
"What did you find out?"
"Well, in the manner of speaking, he has...disappeared. I did a detailed search for the chip I had planted in him when he was a little boy, only to find that the chip's signal had vanished." Membrane's tone did not sadden or become angry as he said his finishing statement, "It's as If he had never existed."
Gaz's normally shut eyes opened, revealing golden brown orbs. "What?" she hissed. "And you haven't done anything about it?" Gaz was steaming all over again, like a boiling pot just had its lid lifted to gust out heavy steam. And itwasn't because of embarrassment this time. She was thoroughly pissed off.
"Now, Gaz, there is nothing more any scientist could do. I—"
"You can't...you can't give up on my brother like that," Gaz interrupted. "If the stupid chip is broken, use a DNA finder or track the last place he was or ask the whole town if they'd seen him. And..." Gaz slammed her soda on the table causing splatters of bubbly drink to spurt out on her fist. She didn't care. "And if he is dead, we need to find out how."
"There is no other way Gaz!" Membrane still sounded mostly calm. "You have to understand that your ideas are nearly impossible to complete."
Gaz threw her hands up. "How? How are they impossible? Nothing is not possible. If you can sit around not noticing Dib has been gone for months, how could you call anything impossible?" Gaz was panting, but not because she was out of breath. She was worse than the heat of a firey sun. Membrane still seemed only slightly effected.
"Sweety, sometimes when you have the split-second chance to save a whole population of people from their DOOM, it is more important than just one individual."
Gaz was about to start yelling and maybe even rip the scythe lock off the madman's hair (yes, she was that tempted) until suddenly, someone rang the doorbell. There was a pause before Membrane nodded at his daughter, and she huffed, knowing she couldn't suck up her anger yet, and hoped whatever scientist or doctor was at the door would get the chain link and embarass Membrane, as she went to open the door.
"Hi, Gaz."
It was Drey. He was smiling in greeting when he suddenly saw the look on her face. "What's wrong?"
Gaz suddenly pushed Drey backward, her arm attached so he didn't fall, until the both of them were out the door and standing behind a bush.
"What's the matter?" Drey repeated his question as he tried understanding her sudden action. At first, Gaz was silent, and he waited for her to calm down. When it took too long, he started poking her arm. "What happened?" he demanded with serious eyes.
Gaz finally looked up at him. "What did you come here for?"
Drey looked away nervously. "I...just saw you forgot your necklace." he blushed, holding the skull necklace before her from his fist. He attached it around her neck when she didn't respond and then he looked into her eyes, regaining his seriousness. "But tell me, please, what's wrong."
Everything went fuzzy, and Gaz couldn't feel her knees as they shook. It's like everything she saw was a heated haze, and she couldn't find a way out. She could barely focus on what she was thinking or doing as she suddenly crushed her arms around Drey in a desperate hug. It was her first hug.
Drey didn't seem that shocked. That or he recovered quickly as he almost instantly put his gentle arms around her. "Just try to explain," he whispered into her hair, still holding tight.
"I...can't. It's all just too much," Gaz confessed through her clenched jaw. "I don't know why I feel this way. I don't know why I'm touching you," she said the last part in disgust, but still didn't move from their position. Drey smiled to himself. He bent his head into her shoulder when a small breeze made her purple hair tickle his nose.
Gaz wasn't on the verge of crying. That's nowhere near how she thought she felt. She was doing all of this out of a blurred rage. She didn't care whatever she did now. It doesn't matter anymore.
Drey stared into the star-filled sky, his blue orbs filled with thought and rememberance. "I don't know why...bad things happen to us," he breathed sadly.
Gaz found her rage had somehow exploded into one single hot tear. It slid all the way down to Drey's shirt, dissolving only on the fabric. She could feel something pounding hard in her chest. It felt like it was pumping out more than just the heat of rage. It was a completely new set of emotions, like what Zim had once ranted about that he had suddenly been feeling ever since Dib died. Gaz curled her lips in between her teeth, her eyes blurring with more wetness. Somehow, deep down, she knew what was existing when Dib stopped existing.
Th beating of a changing heart.
Short as it was, this is the end of Gaz's little section. *applause in background*
Aw, come on! It wasn't all a waste of time before we return to Zim's cliffy, was it? I mean, I actually enjoyed going into Gaz's world some and changing some of her make up, because, really I don't think should be as cruel as she is in all other ZaDr fanfictions. I believe she cares somewhat deep down, even if it's not in the completely good sense.
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