Looking up stuff on my laptop. Delilah reporting!

I was desperately bored out of my mind. All I could think of was watching funny YouTube videos with my cat like a lard-ass moron. I didn't mean to offend anybody, sorry.

"OMG!" Calli said, "Click that one!"

"'Hey Little Sparta' Music Video? Why do you wanna watch the mean kitty channel?"

"Because... I like Sparta! He's cute!"

Squee.

"Honestly? He's a YouTube cat; and I remember looking at his page (that his owner made for him), it said that they're back in Los Angeles, California."

"WHAT?" she demanded, "Then WHY did we mooooooooove?"

"Complainer cat," I said. That sounds kind of like something Gaz would say, huh?

I think the boys were out walking or something; I hope they get back before dinner because I'm NOT feeding them!

But as Calli was about to go crazy on me, an announcement over the loudspeaker came up.

"Hello, campers! This is the announcer speaking. This is just a reminder that dinner is about to be served and would be the perfect time if you came to the mess hall right now! Thank you and have a nice day!"

I sighed. It was dinner time. Where are those idiots?

Gaz was laying her bunk under mine, reading or something. "We'd better go to the mess hall," she said, "I don't care if the boys come."

"Ditto," I agreed.

Gaz and I wandered into the mess hall or cafeteria or whatever you call it.

Turns out, Dib and Zim were already sitting at a table near the end. Zim waved to me, nudging Dib in our direction. He waved too.

Gaz brought her GS2, but I don't think she'll really be needing it. We sat in front of the boys, me across from Zim and Gaz across from Dib.

"Hey, Z and D!" I said as I sat down.

"Look what Dib did to me!" Zim stuck out his tongue and showed me a scab on the tip.

"What happened?" Gaz asked.

Zim poked Dib, "He made me lick a metal pole."

"You made me lick it too!" he shot back with a stink-eye.

STO is a text meaning 'sticking tongue out'; this is just times 2.

I rolled my eyes. I had my cell phone in my pocket.

Someone called me. It rang FREAKING LOUDLY Can't Be Tamed, Miley Cyrus.

The whole mess hall shut up. They all listened to my ringtone. I was freaking embarrassed. I picked it up, just wanting to stop the noise. "Hello? Izzy, if this is you, this isn't the best time!" I'll explain who 'Izzy' is in the next story; or annoy and beg the crap out of me for a spoiler and kill the effect in the next story.

"Izzy?" said a female voice, "Is that your secret lover, Delilah-bitch?"

My eyes widened as I let the voice speak (and no, Izzy used to be one of my friends in California). "Is that you, Tak? Honestly, I thought you'd sound less like a hag." As I said that, the rest of them narrowed their eyes at me in fear.

"Shut up! I'm just warning you: if you're not willing to give up your little Zimmy, then you shouldn't hang up."

As soon as she said that, I just shut my phone in total fear. I probably just murdered my boyfriend right there. I felt a tear roll down each cheek, but no more.

"I'm OK," I said before anyone could ask. I clenched my teeth and passed the pizza slices to Gaz. I didn't feel like eating after that.

And the pizza was vegetarian. I hate veggies.