Uhmm... Hey-a, guys! Long time no see... Heh...
Sorry for my inactivity lately, I've had some pretty bad issues... After having and awesome time at camp for a week, I got home to only have one of my cats die the next day, so... Yeah... I haven't been real big on writing... BUT, I made myself do this, so... Yay, I guess?
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I somehow managed to find the will to pick up my pencil again. I started writing, still feeling rather dejected, and it showed in my writing. Not anything big, just small little quirks, odd word choices, flat paragraphs, a noticeable lag in the energy of the writing itself. I would, of course, be able to fix it when I retyped it onto the computer later – as I did with all of my writing – but it was still slightly annoying... Oh well...
I finished the page I was writing on and had almost gotten to the half way point on the next – starting to feel a bit better – when I got hit with the Writer's Block of Doom and couldn't figure out how to continue the story. THAT worsened my mood again.
I was a roller coaster of emotions this morning, apparently.
But... It was okay. This happened often enough. No I'm not bothered. No I didn't just snap my pencil in half or gain freaked out looks from a certain green-skinned boy, crazy paranormalist, and friendly psychopath, and my eye-lid is most certainly not twitching so fast it looks like it's about to rip in a very painful way.
Silly Reader, where do you come up with these ideas? Silly, silly... I'm shaking my head now because of your silliness...
After boredly sketching a few eyeballs and a lightning bolt in the margins of my book, then a large, drooling bunny on the back cardboard-y cover, I lazily glanced up at Sasha to see what she was up to.
With a lazy, slightly out of it gaze, I watched her write in her own notebook, not really processing what I saw, just reading the note she was scribbling down... Something about Super Bunny... Her creation, not mine... You'd have to ask her about it... It's a little hard for me to explain... Okay, so it isn't... I just don't wanna.
None of this really bugged me, I was used to her being a little odd and writing skits for that crazy bunny comic of hers. At least... None of it bugged me until I heard Dib gasp – which, for some strange reason, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up... Heck, I even got goosebumps.
Dib leaned forward – at least as he spun around to sit in it sideways – in his chair, staring at what Sasha was writing, as if the notebook had suddenly turned into a rabbit and flipped him the middle finger.
That's when I realized exactly what Sasha was doing.
She was writing... And doodling... Flipping Irken symbols and writing everything in Irken, in plain sight of the OCD King, Dib, no less!
Okay, I should probably explain, though you've all probably already guessed. Sash and I had taught ourselves how to write in Irken, even in short hand... So, yeah, end of story, back to freaking out, now, no more need to indulge in our fangirllish ways.
"Where did you learn that!" Dib almost shouted. His tone was accusatory and almost panicked, but... Also slightly triumphant as he stared at Sasha, as if something had just mentally been proven true...
Oh crab.
"Internet... TV..." Sasha replied absentmindedly, waving a hand. She didn't seem to realize who she was talking to at the moment, she'd gone Distant.
I could only stare at her in shock, my eyes widening and my jaw dropping as Ms. Bitters' doom rant echoed melodramatically in the background. Very fitting background music, actually.
"Internet?1 TV? What? Where? Which channel? What website? What show?" Dib shot off, making his usual 'Omg-I'm-freaking-out-and-really-excited-and-yelling-at-you-and-you-need-to-explain-this-all-to-me-right-now-with-painstaking-detail' face.
… Is... It sad that I have a name for that face and have it memorized?
Yeah, yeah it is...
Sasha glanced around for a moment, as if trying to find the 'camera', before going back to her 'writing', expression lazy. "This o-"
I snapped out of it then, and did what any 'normal' person would do... I screamed. "OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT PLANE, IT'S GOING TO CRASH!" As loudly as I could and pointed out he window at the sky, arm and finger shaking.
To my surprise – not, they were all idiots – everyone's head snapped around, including Dib's – which WAS rather surprising – to look at where I was pointing. There was a barrage of 'Huh?''s and 'What, where?''s as I quickly ripped the page out of Sasha's notebook.
"Heeeyyy..." She whined. Ignoring her complaint, I stuffed it into my back pocket, grabbed a surprised Sasha by the front of her shirt, and dragged her and myself under my desk.
Smoooothly, of course... I was the Queen of 'Smooth'.
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I, of course, am also the Queen of Sarcasm... In case you hadn't noticed by now.
"What is wrong with you?" I hissed, releasing a yelping Sasha, fists shaking.
She rubbed at her neck for a moment before giving me a creepy grin. "Many things..." She said.
I flicked her in the center of her forehead, ignoring the resulting loud 'OW!' from her. "You know what I mean!" I snapped as she shot me a dirty look, rubbing the spot I'd flicked... I have sharp nails, okay? "We can not have Dib, or Zim getting too suspicious of us! They could decide to stick their noses where their noses bloody well do not belong, and we could be found out! If they get curious enough – and you know how curious those two are capable of getting – they could decide to do some serious 'investigating'." I made angry air quotes as Sash stared at me, mouth slightly open. "And then who knows what kind of chaos that would bring about!"
I panted as Sash blinked at me. "Oh, come on! I like chaos..." She said, rolling her eyes, not seeming to be bothered by any of this as she crossed her arms. "What harm could it do if we freak them out just a little bit? So what if they think we're aliens or weird or something... It just makes it all the more interesting!" She smiled brightly, yet still retained a slightly pouty look.
"So what?" I snapped. "What harm? What if, say, one of them, captured us, huh? What then? What if we ended up on an autopsy table? Huh! What then? What if Zim thinks we're after his mission – like Tak – and tries to 'send us away'? Huh? What then? Do you want to find out, Sash, do you? Do you want to die, Sasha? That is, a very real, possibility."
Sasha stared at me wide eyed for a moment. "Y-You're always so paranoid." Sasha said, trying to speak confidently. The tremor in her voice, and the way she glanced around, however, betrayed her, quite well.
"Being paranoid has often saved my tail." I snapped. "Remember in sixth grade? That dodge ball...?" I waved a hand a little in a circular motion, raising an eyebrow.
Sasha sighed in defeat but smiled. "Yes, I remember... But cool your jets, Casey! We're in INVADER ZIM, try to enjoy yourself!"
I glared at her smiling face for a few more moments before I sighed in defeat as well. "Fine, fine... I'll loosen up a little... But please just... Be careful, okay? This is a really cool, special, psychotic, brilliant, and amazing thing that's happened to us, and I don't wanna mess it up or get hurt. Or get you hurt." I added.
Sasha smirked at me as we slowly crawled out from under the table and back into our seats. "I am trying to improve it." She remarked as we sat down. "Add a little pizazz, ya know?" She waved a hand at me in a chopping motion.
"Leave your 'pizazz' elsewhere for a few days, please and thank you..." I muttered, rolling my eyes as I glanced around. I felt old. Normally I liked a little pizazz... "At least until we know out boundaries..." I muttered.
Most of the kids had since gotten bored of staring at the invisible and silent plane explosion and were back to staring off into space, listening – or not, as seemed to be the case – to Ms. Bitters' never ending 'DOOM' rant. She hadn't even broken stride or stopped when I'd screamed my head off... I had to admit, she was a pretty cool – creepy – lady.
Some of the more idiotic children, however, were still staring out the window expectantly. If they were dogs or cats or something, a good half of them would probably have ears perked and tails wagging – at least in the dog's case – or twitching... Some of them had simply drifted off while staring out the window.
Idiots...
Well, then again, I couldn't blame them. Everyone – save for a few exceptions – in this world was an idiot... To an extent...
As I once again grabbed my pencil – this time determined to fight off the Writer's Block – I got the unmistakeable feeling that someone was imagining my untimely demise and doom (I've got Doom Radar) and looked up out of the corner of my eye to see that Dib was, once again staring at me. And no, it wasn't just a stare, it was a Dib-stare. You know, when he's got his eyes really wide, and his head's so straight and high on his head that it looks like it's going to pop off? (You can see it in the way his neck strains.)
It was... Slightly creepy... But very amusing at the same time.
As soon as our gazes locked, he gave me a spiteful – and starting to become familiar – 'I'm watching you!' look, before he looked back down at his notebook and scribbled something in it.
I caught him glance back up at Sasha and I a few seconds later, and I rolled my eyes at him – even though I was laughing internally – as he quickly looked back down seeming to... Was he? Yes! Ha! Yes, yes he was! He was blushing! Ha! Dib's expressions were so funny...
As Sasha started to aimlessly doodle in her notebook – thankfully the doodles were 'Alien Free' – I glanced to my right and saw that Zim had that look on his face that makes you think that he has no mouth – you know, where he sticks out his lip? – and was trying to balance a number 2 pencil on said lip, a look of utter concentration on his face as he glared cross-eyed down at it, as if it was the most important mission in his long, Invadery life. As if it was a mission from the Tallests themselves.
I really did laugh out loud this time. Zim's expressions were funny too... As much of a jerk as he is...
Surprised by my sudden – albeit quiet – out burst, the pencil fell off of his lip and landed on the desk with a quiet clatter. He turned his head towards me to send me a 'Suspicious Glare' all wrapped up in loathing for Christmas. Thanks, Zimmers! It's just what I wanted!
"What is so amusing?" He snapped, suspiciously of course. ! That was his middle name... Maybe... Probably not, but still...
My eyes widened for a moment – the great and 'mighty' ZIM twas addressing me this fine day? – before going back to their usual, slightly narrowed and bored, state. No way was I going to be intimidated by ZIM! Ha! No. I was too much of a fangirl to be intimidated, anyway, and Zim was too cute...
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Well. I just thanked God for the fact that Zim cannot read minds. Thanks, Powers That Be, you guys rock. Keep doing a great job, okay?
"Nothing." I replied causally... Maybe over-doing the 'casualness' of it a little bit... Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...
Zim narrowed his eyes even more at me, before he went back to his pencil, now simply fiddling with it, occasionally sending a glare my way. I wondered if I'd made him a little self-conscious as I looked over at Sash to see her happily doodling away in her notebook, not a care in the world.
Great... I already had both Zim, and Dib suspicious of me, while Sasha was just the 'weird kid'... HA! And I'd been worried that Sasha would blow our cover!
SLAM!
Oh, and now my face has met the desk. Hello desk!
I groaned as three pairs of eyes settled on me – though it was only a feeling, I didn't know for sure.
"My life is just one big pile of garbage..." I mumbled.
I don't know how long I planned to have my head resting on my notebook like that, all I do know is that I heard Ms. Bitters' DOOM rant in the back of my mind while, at the forefront, I heard a voice that had to be Zim's mutter something along the lines of 'Pathetic humans and their stupid sleep.' – which made me smirk – and another voice, Dib's perhaps, muttering to himself about ordering more 'Alien Sleep Cuffs'.
I snorted a small laugh – I tended to 'snort' sometimes, rather than actually laugh – at that, but kept my head down, simply folding my arms over it and groaning nearly inaudibly.
Just, please let me peacefully lie here in my own self pity! I silently begged, hoping that letting my guard down and leaving my arms up here by my head wasn't a mistake.
Well, it was...
"Jumper Cables!" Sasha suddenly squealed, jabbing her index and pointer finger into a point at my side a little under my ribs.
I made a loud – slightly girly, I am ashamed to admit – yelping noise and sat straight up, gripping my side at the spot that she'd so viciously poked at, ignoring the slightly interested looks I was receiving from Dib and Zim. "Dude! WHY?" I squeaked, turning towards my giggling friend, trying to ignore the look a certain BIG-HEADED kid sitting behind her was sending me.
Sasha grinned at me. "I'm hungry, what time is it?" She asked, nearly smugly – as if she hadn't just jabbed me in the side.
That smug little demon... The look, on her face!
That, got to me.
That. Got. To. Me.
I immediately made a cross with my fingers and held it out towards her, and, disregarding the fact that I was in 'Skool' with other people, shouted; "Back foul, demon! Back!"
Ms. Bitters didn't even pause her rant.
To my surprise – NOT! – the only ones who were really paying attention to my actions were Zim, Dib, and Sasha... Well... A few of the more frequently appearing students were giving me looks... Eh, but who cares...
Sasha blinked at me. "Please don't go there." She pleaded, knowing very well that I knew that this was her thing.
Well, TOO BAD!
"The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!" I hissed, putting on my fake 'i'mma priest' voice. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hating on anyone's religion... I just wanted to annoy Sasha.
"Cas..." Sasha groaned, probably jealous that it wasn't her screaming about demons... Then again, she did that all the time, anyway... She could let me do it for once!
I hopped up, landing on my chair, still holding my 'MIGHTY CROSS FINGERS' out to 'ward her off', and continued. "The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! Now, BACK! Back foul demon of meat and hair! Back to the bubbling pit of black tar and acid from which you came! BACK!" I shouted, totally not noticing the completely freaked out looks I was receiving. The most freaked out coming from Big-Head and Bug-Boy...
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Awww... I've got pet names for them now! Yay! SEE what banishing demons gets you? Cute – aka annoying – pet names for your 'friends'...
There was a moment of silence as I stared down at Sasha and she stared up at me, blinking. I'd started panting, having gotten myself worked up.
After a minute, I lowered my hands, clearing my throat as I did so, and sat back down. "Ahem... As you were saying?" I asked, all traces of 'The Power of Christ Compels You'-ness gone from my voice as I blushed in embarrassment.
Way to go Casey, you've completely embarrassed yourself... AGAIN!
ID-I-OT!
Sasha stared at me, face completely blank, for a few moments... Then she promptly burst into a fit of laughter. I, of course, waited patiently for her to calm down, just like anyone else who was friends with her would have done...
…Okay, so maybe someone else would've slowly backed out of the room, but that's besides the point. I was used to her.
"Are you quite finished?" I asked politely, arms crossed as Sash started calming herself down, hands over her mouth.
Sasha gasped a few times, glancing up at me from her slightly doubled over position. "W-What was that?" She choked. I saw Dib leaning forward in his seat behind her, my position making it look like he'd just popped out from behind her. Big-Head sent me a glare.
I stuck my tongue out at him as I twisted around to sit sideways, setting my elbow on the table with my head resting on my hand. "I'm orange juice deprived, what do you expect?" I asked nonchalantly, waving a hand.
Sasha laughed at me. "That you'd be a little more NORMAL, since when you do have orange juice, you're a raving mad, random quote spurting, maniac! Can't you find a balance between the two crazies?"
"Ineptias! There is no balance..." I muttered, eye twitching – yet I was secretly surprised that I'd remembered that Latin... Honestly, I'd only browsed the internet! Once! "And you should talk, spork-girl!" I taunted.
"That has nothing to do with anything!" Sasha cried, trying to defend herself.
We often did this, poking fun at one another... We both knew that we were only joking... And we both knew when to stop... Usually...
I waved a hand at her. "Nonsense, it has absolutely EVER- wait, no... You're right, it's got nothing to do with anything." I said. "So... What were you asking me again?"
"What. Time. Is. It. I. Am. HUNGRY!" Said Sasha emphasizing every word in case I didn't get it... Jerk.
"Uh, it's..." I said, looking down at my wrist as I realized how hungry I was too. Man, I should-a had a better breakfast...
Brrrrriiinnnnggg!
"... Lunch time, apparently." I deadpanned as my eyes fell upon the digital '12:00' my watch was now displaying.
"Go! Eat your horrid food, you filthy vermin-children!" Ms. Bitters ordered, pointing a spindly arm at the door. "Hopefully you will choke on it and have an epiphany as to how horribly doomed you truly are!"
What a cheerful woman.
There was a collective cheer – riddled with random and somewhat grotesque animal noises – as the kids all rushed to get to lunch. Surprised by this, Sasha and I ended up being the last students in the classroom. Right behind none other than Zim and Dib, who had started arguing... Something about toasters...? Oh, I don't know! Besides, we had more pressing matters than who's race's toaster could toast better...
As if toasters defined the superior species! Wait... No! No! I was NOT going to get sucked into it! (though OUR toasters were pretty awesome...) WAITAMINUTE, NO! Stop it brain!
"It can not be lunch already!" I whispered to Sasha, tucking my things into my bag before swinging it back onto my back, eying the two squabbling boys. "We were only here for, like, what? A half hour? An hour?"
"But didn't you say that time skips around here because it's a cartoon? It probably just skipped." Sasha said, seemingly more focused on the argument Zim and Dib were having as they left the classroom than this anomaly.
"... True..." I murmured, tucking my hands behind my back as we followed the two arguing males down the hall. Why were we following them? Well, A.) they were Zim and Dib, and B.) I'd forgotten where the lunchroom was... And Sasha never payed attention long enough to know, anyway.
… What? You don't know how to get there, either!
But seriously, I know that time here was weird... But not this weird! Not 'it's-lunch-exactly-when-you-say-you're-hungry' weird!
I continued musing over the weird way that time seemed to pass in this world – the quote; "People assume that time is a straight progression from cause to effect. When actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective view-point, time is more like a big ball of… wibbly-wobbly… timey-wimey… stuff." running through my head with me wondering how very true it could be – as Sash and I followed the two arguing males down grease stained halls.
Occasionally, Sasha would nudge me and tell me to pay attention, and not a second later, something funny would be said, or someone would push someone else... I wasn't exactly paying attention though, I was more worried about the state of this Universe and how it could be affecting my brain...
It took a few more minutes, but soon enough, we rounded a corner and reached the cafeteria door as it swung shut in Dib and Zim's faces, gaining equal growls of anger from them both. God, I could smell the horribly disgusting 'food' they served here already. It was utterly sickening... But, eh, I was hungry... Plus, the only thing that really grossed me out, food-wise, was Chinese food, slimy looking vegetables (and most vegetables in general) and – shudder - soft, cooked carrots.
My hands held behind my back, my eyes shifted to the two – still squabbling – boys in front of us, and my eye started twitching in annoyance. They had both stopped in the middle of the two doors, Dib on the left, Zim on the right, and each had one hand holding their respective door open as they yelled at each other. NOT. MOVING.
It, at any other given time, probably would have made me smile and/or laugh, maybe even join in, but now, with my mind distracted by the weirdness of time and reality here, the fact that I was tired because my inner-clock still firmly believed that it was summer, the other fact that I'd yet to have any orange juice, added all together with just about a million other things... It was just really, really annoying and stupid.
… Then again, their conversation was sorta funny, in a stupid kind of way. But still, that was always why I'd loved, errr... Love the show...
It was stupid, but in many ways... It was pretty dead clever.
I guess that you could say that the show and I could... Relate.
I sighed a little, finally tuning into the boy's argument since, really, there wasn't anything better for me to do... And it was kinda funny...
"So, ZIM," Dib was saying, pointing a finger at the little green 'boy' accusingly as said 'boy' gave him a reproachful look. Sasha just giggled at it all and I myself smirked. "You're saying that toast is better... ON YOUR PLANET?" He franticly looked around at the kids in the lunch room, a very; 'come on, how are you not HEARING this?' look on his face. He turned his gaze back onto Zim, eyes now narrowed into accusatory slits when no one responded.
"NONSENSE!" Zim said in an over-exaggerated voice as, just barely, he began to sweat. He was, apparently, realizing that he'd walked right into this one.
I was then surprised greatly when he started to speak again. Zim sure could make up a lie quick when he needed to...
"What I was simply implying, idiot pig-smelly, was that if I was from this imaginary planet as you say, then I am sure that our toast would be far more superior than your pathetic toast!" Zim pointed out, using his all-too familiar 'I AM NORMAL' tone of voice and crossing his arms.
As I let out a sigh, covering my face with my hand because I was blushing – I couldn't watch. Not when I was feeling slightly embarrassed for the both of them – and Sasha started to giggle, something I had half a mind to do myself, Dib turned to the lunch room full of excited and talking kids that were trying to ignore the crazy big-headed boy and the weird green one.
"HA!" Dib shouted triumphantly. "He said 'our'! 'OUR'! That proves that he's not human! A normal human would have said they!"
I blinked at the smiling Dib before shaking my head. "That's just pathetic and stupid to the point of pity..." I stated as Sasha giggled shrilly, trying to stifle it and cover her mouth to no avail. She just 'kept on a-giggling'.
"You're crazy." A purple haired – Zita – girl said from her spot at a near by table. Laughter promptly erupted from all of the children in the lunch room, save for Sasha and I who, firstly, did not think it all that funny, and secondly, weren't exactly in the lunch room.
"Pathetic meat-child!" Zim snickered.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for Dib.
I'd, actually, been in the same position more than once – where everyone's just... Laughing at you... It hurt. It hurt a lot... Especially since, once not that long ago, I had fallen in the gym and broken my foot/sprained my ankle – possible the worst pain in the world, the memory still makes me feel sick... Especially when I remember when I'd accidentally rolled my ankle after getting the cast off. Ooooooohhh! No! Not going to think about it! Bleh! No! No way brain, shut up! – and people just... Laughed...
They didn't care...
I was laying there, on the ground, eyes shut tightly and holding my foot and crying my eyes out and they just laughed. I could hear them all as I cried, just laughing at me and not helping... Making fun of me. Calling me fat and wondering if China was having and earth-quake, or if I'd cracked the floor boards.
No wonder I hate people so much...
For a split second, I felt either very close to bawling my eyes out and leaving and/or simply sitting down to submit to self-pity and despair, or coming to Dib's defense – not in a way that would get Zim in trouble, of course not – but doing it nonetheless.
I honestly don't know which one I would've done because Dib suddenly frowned at the lunch room, making a frustrated sort of noise in the back of his throat. He glared at them all for a moment, before – surprise, surprise – he turned his gaze back onto Zim... And then us?
Insert comical 'gulp' here, please.
"Well at least I don't need the help of two other aliens to conquer one simple planet!" Dib retorted at Zim, who suddenly got a 'sour lemon' sort of look on his face. "What kind of training do you get anyway, Zim. 'Cause from what I've seen, it's pretty dumb!" The raven haired boy scoffed.
I half wanted to say 'Very good training Dib!' – as you can probably tell, I really do not like bullying – but, then again, that wouldn't be the wisest of moves. So instead, I mentally settled for thinking; Crab... He does think we're aliens... CRAB!
I shot a dirty look at Dib and Sasha just shot him a slightly confused look as Zim gave Dib a look. Lots of eyeballin' today, people. "What nonsense do you speak, Dib-worm?" He snapped, spitting his words as if they tasted absurdly sour.
Dib looked confused by his speech patterns – I, on the other hand, had been watching the show long enough to know what he meant – before sending Zim a pointed look, as if mentally saying; 'I'm not THAT dumb!'
It took Zim a moment, but after a second, his eyes widened and he pointed at us. "Them?" He asked in disbelief.
Wow, he actually got it... WHEN THE HECK did ZIM get smart, anyway?
I gave a loud and over-exaggerated sort of sigh as Zim narrowed one eye suspiciously at us. "Honestly..." I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms.
I really didn't need this right now... I glanced past them and at the lunch line. I was angry, depressed, sad, and shuttering slightly from the memory of rolling my not-quite-healed ankle. I was just wished I had some orange juice to calm my nerves. It would allow me to enjoy all of this... Well, all of this.
"W-We're not aliens, or anything, if that's what you're thinking!" Sasha quickly assured Zim, holding her hands up. I was a little surprised that she was even trying... I must have gotten to her earlier... She suddenly elbowed me in the ribs. "Right, Casey?" She asked when Dib too narrowed his eyes at us. She sent me a hopeful look that I missed.
I gave a jump and a hiss of pain, shocked out of my contemplative and longing glare and looked at my friend. "Eh, what?" I asked, not in the mood to be poked, prodded, hit, or elbowed at all.
I never was... And there had yet to be a time when I was... And today was not the day.
I simply did not like to be touched all that much. Like, if someone caught me buy surprise, I'd jump or yelp, or react violently – like punch them or yell at them... But, well, if I was expecting it, or if I'd touched someone myself – like punched their shoulder or held their hand or hugged them – I could handle it...
And it was all kinda weird, too... 'Cause I was actually a really affectionate person... You know... If there ever was someone for me to be affectionate with...
I don't know why I was so... Jumpy around others... But I've gotten off topic.
"Right?" Sasha repeated, and I got the hint, somewhat.
"Oh of course not." I said, trying – and failing – to keep the sarcasm – or British 'I'm annoyed' accent – out of my voice as I refocused on the lunchroom longingly. I felt very bitter and I wanted foooood, dang it! Was that too much to ask? "We are absobloodylutely not any kind of little..." I raised a hand out of it's crossed state to wiggle my fingers in a very Zimmish way (Which probably wasn't very wise). "Paranormal thing." I finished, recrossing my arms.
Dib's eyes narrowed suspiciously at us behind his glasses. "You didn't deny that you were aliens though!" He said. I recognized the look on his face almost immediately. He was about to scream 'ALIENS!' and go on a full-out 'Dib Rant' about how we were going to 'destroy the Earth' or whatever.
When I saw Zim slowly backing away, my suspensions were confirmed. Dib was about to go on a rant... And that sneaky little rat, ZIM, was going to use it to his advantage and slip away while The Dib's attention was focused on us.
That little devil.
I frowned, aggravated. This would only prove to be a pointless annoyance and prolong me and my orange juice's happy, blissful reunion. If I could get some of that – or rather, if I had HAD any orange juice this morning – I could figure out some clever way to get the attention back onto Zim, where it should be. Now if only there was some...
I happened to glance past Dib – wondering if Sash and I should just bolt for it before Dib tried to tackle us and put us in 'alien sleep cuffs', and at the lunch line, just as a kid with a red hair and a sad expression – Keef I think – moved out of the way, revealing... Revealing...
My savior.
My baby.
My soul mate.
My everything.
Without meaning to, a smile slowly crawled out and onto my face and, guessing by Dib's, Zim's, and even Sasha's – who was actually used to me – looks, it was a rather spooky one.
"There it is..." I practically purred, uncrossing my arms and continuing my grin.
"What are you talking abou-" Dib started, voice conveying how creeped out he was.
I never let him finish.
With an excited squeal that could probably call any and all fangirls within a twenty mile perimeter to my location, one that caused both Dib and Sasha to cringe – and the escaping Zim to fall over – I ran, nay, very nearly teleported to the lunch line, gaining lots of strange looks.
What? I don't 'squeal'. Like, ever. And when I do... It's unusual and pretty frightening.
Also, this was probably the first time anyone in Skool had seen someone squealing and running towards the lunch food and not away.
Yep, today was a weird day for everyone.
I reached the now empty lunch line and grabbed two of the objects of my desire. I hugged them to myself, grinning so much by now that by tongue stuck out of my mouth a little bit and my face hurt.
Odd, I hadn't thought that I'd 'tongue-grin' here without meaning to... This Universe was odd...
Meh.
"What was that about?" Sasha asked, joining me as behind us, Zim and Dib both crawled – literally or figuratively – to their tables... Well, Zim sat down while Dib hovered a little ways away from us, scowling. He seemed to not want to get to close to us... But still see what we were up to...
Slowly, ever so slowly, so slowly that I creaked, I turned around, revealing the creepy smile on my face... And the two lunch-sized cartons of orange juice I had clutched to my chest like they were my very own children. I had tears in my eyes as I whispered; "I... I'm so happy..."
Dib made a scoffing noise that I ignored as Sasha stared at me. She looked like she half wanted to laugh, and half wanted to make a sarcastic remark. She opened her mouth – finally, after a few seconds – to comment, when something in the lunch line behind me caught her eye... And she let out one of the most shrill, and happy shrieks that I'd EVER heard leave her mouth. She pushed me aside a bit roughly – not that I cared, I was in heaven – and lunged at a small container filled with white pieces of plastic wrapped in clear plastic packaging.
My psychotic friend had just found the Skool's spork supply.
God help us all...
Normally, I would have stopped Sasha from going overboard on the sporks, but as over-come with happiness as I was at the moment, I hardly batted an eye as she started to stuff the utensils into he pockets, giggling maniacally. I didn't even notice Dib's interested and slightly freaked out look as he hovered behind us, scribbling down notes in a small notebook.
When she had fully depleted the supplies, I grabbed yet another small carton of orange juice, and we continued down the line, not really noticing the hovering Dib as he got himself a tuna sandwich and an apple... Then went straight back to taking notes. Sasha grabbed us some trays and we got ourselves our lunches.
For Sash: Mystery Meat – for she was braver than I – milk, an apple, and something that looked like a PB&J sandwich, but it fused with the Mystery Meat halfway down the line, creating a PB&J 'Meat' sandwich of some kind. Sasha 'oooh'-ed and said it looked delicious. I took one look at it and blew a distasteful raspberry in it's general direction. The 'food' then proceeded to jiggle and growl at me, so I thought it wise to shut the H up.
For myself: A simple bagel with some cream cheese FOR the bagel, and a fruit cup with... What looked like an eyeball (?) in it...
Gross... But cool. Perhaps even edible? … Nah, but still cool! I'd just poke it a little... A little.
After paying for our 'food' Sasha looked around the lunch room for a table – I pausing to watch Dib stalk away from us, glaring, and to a table with his scowling sister (Gaz!) sitting there. That's when we both spotted the last empty table – no way were we sitting by any of the jerky background/filler characters! – right in between Zim's table, and the Membrane sibling's table!
Thank you, serendipity!
We quickly took our seats, Sasha swooning over all her new 'weapons', – which she'd lain out on the table to admire – fondling one especially sharp one in her hands, and I cracked one of my orange juices open, giving it a big sniff. Ah... The best smell in the universe – at least one of the best – orange juice. So sweet, so delicious, so life sustaining!
Sasha happened to notice my... Admittedly weird behavior, and raised an eyebrow at me, half grinning. "Why do you have to obsess over it like that?" She asked, slightly unnerved.
I paused in my inspecting of my wonderful juice to raise my own eyebrow at her. "Well, at least I'm not obsessing over a spork." I ignored her unhappy look and continued. "And besides," my voice took on a mournful, zombieish tone. "I need it to liiiivvveee..." I hissed, my free non-orange juice occupied hand clawing and shaking for emphases. It helped that my eye twitched, too.
As Sasha started laughing at me, I couldn't help but notice that a certain big-HEADED kid had started speaking... Of course, I half ignored him... But one couldn't help but listen when you were the topic of a conversation.
"Did you hear that, Gaz? Huh?" Dib hissed excitedly, leaning towards his Game-Slave wielding sister.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noted that she looked just the same as she had in the series... At least... At the beginning. Her hair and face shape were noticeably more... Soft, than they had been at the end of the series... In fact... Everything was, kinda, in the same style as it had been in in the beginning of the series... Hmm... That was odd... But interesting... I wonder if it meant anything...
Or, maybe, I was just being paranoid. Eh, whatever. I tended to be paranoid a lot.
"She said live, Gaz, live. Normal humans don't need orange juice to live, Gaz!" Dib continued, his eyes narrowing evilly. He smirked a little, as if he had an 'bad' – for us at least – idea. "We're not sustained by juice... They're both obviously aliens, just like ZIM, and are here to help take over all mankind! I just know it!" He paused. "Either that, or they're some kind or paranormal evil demon spawn, or something... I mean, that Casey girl practically admitted it! AND, that other one, Sasha? Well, she pretty much acts like one!"
Gaz frowned, annoyed. Why couldn't her stupid brother just be quiet for once? "I need my Game-Slave to live, Dib." She snapped, then did a very bad impression of his voice, pausing her game momentarily. "I must be an alien too, huh, Dib?" Gaz mocked before going back to her game. "Be quiet." She snapped.
I snickered quietly, nearly choking on my orange juice. I set it down and started to cough a little, but still laughed. "What? What?" Sasha asked, staring at me as I simply shook my head. How she couldn't have heard was beyond me. Dib wasn't that far away! … Then again, it was a little loud in here... Or rather, a really loud... How had I heard it, anyway?
"But Gaz!" Dib whined. "Just look at her! She's inhaling it!"
Gaz made a 'Pffft' sort of noise and rolled her eyes. "SO? Shut up Dib, your voice is annoying me."
I laughed again, this time gaining the attention of Dib – who shot a glare at me – and the attention of Sasha... Who dealt a sharp punch to my arm. "OW!" I shouted, and turned to glare at her. "WHAT?" I snapped. I'd been enjoying the conversation, sure, and been ignoring her constant 'what?'-ing, but she didn't need to punch me! "What dost thou seek of me?" I said, my voice sounding as stupid as that probably looks in type.
"Caseeeeey, what are you laughing aaaaat?" Sasha said, voice pleading. "Cas! Cassy! Casey? Castiel-" She gasped at almost the exact same time my face lost all it's blood. I stared at her in horror as she slowly brought her hands up to cover her mouth.
It had been an accident, I knew it had, but it had been an accident I'd been hoping to avoid, a similarity I'd noticed that I'd hoped, feverishly, she wouldn't notice.
Curse you 'Supernatural'... And curse YOU Misha Collins... Curse you and all your brilliant, angelic TV glory... And your face. Your beautiful, freaking, face.
"Sasha... No." I said slowly as a grin started spreading over her face. "Noooo..." I moaned. All hope was now lost...
"It all makes sense now..." Sasha said slowly, looking starry eyed. I ducked my head and looked around, seeing that both Zim and Dib were both staring at her, well, us, and that some of the other students were staring at us too. I wasn't really embarrassed, not for myself, more so for Sash.
"Sasha, stop." I hissed.
"No, no." Sasha said, waving a hand at me. To my surprise she stood up, staring down at me, that insane grin still plastered on her face.
Oh no, she was going in to 'Me' mode. She was gonna 'pull a Casey' and go on a rant, like I did... Aww, crab... That wasn't good... Do you know how I can GET?
"Don't you get it? It all makes sense now! My obsession with sporks? Our mutual inanity, you freaking out whenever I do something bad? You're Castiel!" She pointed at me, then at herself. "And I'M A DEMON, aren't I?"
I face palmed, ignoring the triumphant "I KNEW IT!" From the near-by Dib. "Sasha, no. Just – no. I am not Castiel, and you are not a Demon..."
"B-But, it makes sense!" Sasha protested, staring at me. "And you-"
"Sasha!" I suddenly laughed, looking up at her. "No! Of all the things in the entire universe that I could be, why that?"
Sasha stubbornly crossed her arms. "But it makes SENSE. You're just like him too!"
I glared at her. "Um, how?" I found it a little odd that we were so easily slipping into this familiar type of conversation – not that the actual conversation was familiar or anything, just the way we were speaking... And that Dib hadn't yet come storming over here... Wait, no... I could hear him now, closer, closer... Persistent little devil, wasn't he?
"Well..." Sasha faltered. "... Hey! Don't put this on me! You can explain this stuff better than I can!"
True, I could see what she was getting at, sorta, but still... "Sasha, I'm not..."
"Yeeesss you aaarrrrrreeee..." Sasha said, grinning and pointing a finger at me. She wiggled it a little. "Admit it! No lying!"
Okay, that was it. I wasn't lying, and I didn't like being told that I was. "Sasha..." I started slowly, then suddenly stood up, throwing up my arms and unwittingly knocking Dib back. "I am not an angel!"
I ignored Dib's 'Oof!' of pain as Sasha stared down at me, slumping slightly. We stared at each other for a moment in silence. As we did, Dib got back to his feet sending me a glare – that I ignored – as he rubbed the back of his head, grumbling. I was starting to think that I'd won, so I slowly sat down and reached for my orange juice again, when...
"Yes you aaarrrreee..."
I whipped my head around and glared at her smug face, about to yell at her, but no, an idea had just occurred to me... A very annoyance inducing idea.
I smirked at her as she sat down. I continued smirking at her until she noticed, and at her confused 'what?' I spoke. "Fine..." I started. "If you really do think that I am Castiel... Then you're Dean!"
"Fine with me." Sasha said, starting to shrug, then suddenly, her pupils shrank and she froze. She turned her gaze onto me, and shook her head. "No..." She muttered. "No, you're not going to... You wouldn't dare..."
Oh yes I would.
I smirked at her maliciously and suddenly assumed the most girly 'swooning' pose I could muster, my arm over my forehead, a love-struck look on my face. "Oh, Dean!" I cried dramatically. "Dean, my love! Come! Ascend with me into heaven! Let us leave this all behind!"
"EW!" Sasha squealed in terror, scooting away from me. "Ew, Casey, stop!" She started laughing and so did I, only stopping to make kissy faces at her, resulting in yet another 'EW!' from her.
"But, Dean! I could show you heaven! You could see your father and mother again, and heaven has so much beer!"
Sasha let out another 'Ew!' as we started laughing again.
Ah, I loved freaking my friend out... And this was a rather entertaining way to do so.
"What are you doing?"
Sash and I froze and spun around in our seats to see Dib giving us a bemused sort of look, arms crossed. I blushed in embarrassment while Sasha just started laughing her butt off again. "Uhmmm..." I started, staring at the now narrow eyed Dib. "Nooootthiinnggg...?"
Dib glared at me. "Yeah. Sure, uh-huh." He said before stalking back to his seat, rubbing at the new bump on his head and ignoring Gaz's smirk.
Blushing furiously, I went back to my lunch, now poking at it unhappily. When Sasha gave me a half-suppressed smile I sent her a glare. "Never. Again." I muttered, which prompted her to start laughing... Again.
This was the most normal conversation we'd had in this Universe so far... And that was great, yeah, but I'd forgotten something.
Sasha and I were freaks in any Universe...
And we were about to learn, just how freaky we were...
Well, Ta-Da! The end of this chapter... Yay.
I'd just like to say that I based the 'ankle' and 'jumpyness' that Casey had on myself. Yes, the ankle thing really did happen... So, yeah, Read and Review, I guess...