Dreams of falling and being chased filled the young Dib's mind as day light shone on him. A pale yellow in the room of a grey, brown, and white pallet was the first thing he had noticed. A sticky note, to be exact.

" Dib, you can't let anyone know you're here. I suggest not going to school today either because of how stressed you were last night. I don't really have any cereal, but I do have bread and a toaster. Please eat breakfast. I get home at 4.

- John"

John?, Dib thought, Who the hell is John? It had just occurred to him before that teachers do in fact have first names. Even though that should've been common knowledge, it was still an odd thing to think about.

"John Dwicky," Dib's voice came out rather stuffy, "that's such a regular name. Everyone I know has some kind of weird name; Zita, Keef, Red Rusty, Zim, Gretchen...Zim! Oh he's going to walk right up to Gaz during lunch and ask 'ooo why isn't the Dib-stink here?' and Gaz will have to explain in front of every one how I'm," Dib stopped himself and sunk to his knees. He couldn't say the word out loud, especially after thinking how much worse school will become being the only open gay kid.

Faggot, Dib winced at even the thought of the word, I'm a faggot.

The emptiness of the house was lonely, but nothing new to Dib. Gaz was usually out with her group of friends, The Swollen Squirrels —or whatever—, and Professor Membrane was always in his lab. The crispy, black toast only had a couple nibbles taken out of it, as Dib's stomach was full of butterflies.

What would it feel like? To hold a boy. To be held by a boy. To have a boy tell you he's excited to spend the rest of his life with you?

Thoughts of going to school and pleading Gaz not to tell anyone, maybe even offering to be her butler for a year, passed through Dib's mind. The longer he waited for Dwicky to return, the more his mind was clouding up with what the local pastor would call "impure thoughts".

To cuddle up next to a boy? To have a boy's eyes light up when they see you? To have sleepovers with a boy without dad or Gaz or anyone even knowing how we feel about each other?

The boy's anticipation grew with each tick of the clock.

To kiss a boy? To make out with a boy? To feel a boy's breath on my skin?

ButDib's wonder stopped there. His mind wasn't really all that innocent, but rather more prude-ish than anything. Not that there was anything really wrong with it, but Dib was far too embarrassed to allow himself to think about anything sexual relating to men. Not that he could even look up such a thing, as all pornography websites were blocked thanks to Professor Membrane.

Although Dib wasn't exactly a romantic kind of guy, he craved the companionship and intimacy. His heart began racing,

"I just really need to be around a guy who's actually interested in who I am. Or maybe be around a guy who just wants to be around me," he began muttering to himself, "Or maybe I just need to be with a guy in general. To figure out what kind of guy I would really like dating. How would I do that though? How do I just find another boy who likes boys without outing myself..."

Dib jumped with the creak of the door, swinging his head around to see a slightly late Dwicky holding a big box.

"I brought donuts!" Dwicky sung.

"Dwicky! How do you be with a guy?" Dib's voice seemed to echo through out the entire house. Mr. Dwicky's eyes were wide with shock, looking at the boy up at down. Setting down the donut box, he speed walked towards Dib seemingly without control.

"I'll show you, don't worry" he whispered, laying him down on the raspberry pink carpet and forcing mouth to mouth. It wasn't long before Dib was squirming and muffling out a confused yelp for Mr. Dwicky to stop. He didn't though, Dwicky only pretended he couldn't hear. It was a surprise to Dwicky when Dib eventually kicked the man in the stomach and shakily —but not slow— stood up and backed against a wall.

Dwicky considered grabbing Dib, throwing him to the ground and tearing off all the boy's clothes. Biting and beating him, not until he was dead but so that he could not run from penetration. Dwicky also considered shushing the boy, treating him like a young child, setting Dib in his lap and reaching a hand down his pants. Mr. Dwicky imagined shushing Dib's whimpers and kissing his neck as he toyed with the teen's body. No, thought John Dwicky, that is much too risky. If I want this to work out, I need to be patient.

Dwicky put on his shocked face, "Dib! What's wrong?" though he wasn't quite sure how he was going to play this one out. Dib was shaking a harder and tears started to form, which was a disappointment to Dwicky because then he wouldn't be that satisfying to break.

"Y-you were g-going to," Dib couldn't dare say the word. Rape.

"Oh Dib! You asked me how to be with a guy! Showing someone is the easiest way of teaching them, really" Dwicky began to move toward Dib again.

"I don't want it! You should have asked!" The sensitive, teenaged boy sunk to the floor and began to sob again. John Dwicky slowly walked over to Dib, sat down beside him and began petting his head.

"I knew you'd be hesitant, so I didn't bother." Dwicky sighed, "you're safe here Dib. I can promise you that."

"I'm sorry for making a big deal out of nothing," Dib whimpered, although he wasn't sorry. It was one of those things that you say purely to get validation out if it. Dib expected and answer like 'oh no, you do not have to apologize' or 'you did not over react'.

"Just don't do it next time" Dwicky nuzzled Dib's head closer towards his chest.

And at that moment, Dib had already latched himself onto someone who could very well destroy him. He had no where to go and nobody to help him. It didn't feel right, nothing did, but Dib was only focused on trying to to calm down. And Dwicky was only focused on his plans to wreck Dib's young body, and to manipulate him into thinking it was alright.