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Being Human	By : RotSeele Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Being Human
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Twenty-Five
- 26-Twenty-Six
- 27-Twenty-Seven
- 28-Twenty-Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine (Epilogue)
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Eighteen - Dib POV
I didn’t see Zeke for the remainder of the day. I couldn’t blame him, really, but for some reason I really wanted to lash out at him. I didn’t know what to make of him. Seerah had (literally) pinned me to the closest wall and told me to invite Zeke to the small party she was going to throw in my dorm. So I did. His answer was pretty much what I’d expected it to be, but I hadn’t expected him to have a girlfriend. I braced my head against the cool glass of my dorm’s window, watching the street below. Why was I disappointed? It wasn’t like he’d actually rejected me. The offer, I corrected, myself. Rejected the offer. I closed my eyes tightly.
Dammit. Why are you getting like a lovesick puppy, Membrane? You barely know Zeke. You’re better off finding a girl back home.
I scoffed at my inner voice. A girl? Please. The people in my home town weren’t exactly the people you wanted to get involved with in any way.
So find someone here on campus.
Also a bad idea. I opened my eyes. My thoughts drifted to Zim. Gaz had called me earlier that morning, telling me the idiot was fine. Annoying as all seven hells, but fine. So I told her about the party, and I said she could bring Zim, to which she replied she’d sooner eat rusty nails with a side of toilet pipe sludge than be seen in public with Zim. I nearly gagged at her choice of imagery, but I couldn’t blame her. And I was glad she was coming to the party. At least there’d be one person there I could talk to without fear of having my testicles make a lovely nest in my throat. I kept watching the street for Gaz’s car, my thoughts wandering on different paths and focusing on different people.
Then there was a figure standing on the sidewalk in front of my building. Zeke. The hell is he doing here? I wondered.
And that’s when I saw Lyse and Seerah step out from behind the low brick wall.
“God dammit.” I muttered under my breath. I grabbed my shoes, stuffed my feet into them, and ran to catch Seerah. She had probably kidnapped him or something, forcing him to come to this stupid party. They were at the front door by the time I made it down. Zeke’s pale face looked even paler, and the skin around his eyes looked a little puffy. Seerah’s eyes warned me not to say a damned word if I valued any piece of my body, so I stood aside and let the three pass, then followed them back to the dorm.
“What happened?” I whispered to Lyse.
“He said his girlfriend broke up with him.”
“Damn.”
“Mhm. So since you invited him, he decided to come to the party.”
I gave a cursory glance toward Zeke. On the surface, he seemed pretty down, but he was quietly talking with Seerah, and in his posture I could see he really wasn’t affected by this break-up at all. Which made that paranoid inner voice of mine chime. Maybe there was no girlfriend. Maybe he said that just to deter you. Maybe he’s interested in you after all. I shook my head. Even if Zeke had lied about the girlfriend, I couldn’t just go and call him on it. I still wanted to have kids one day, and Seerah had a tendency to make that dream impossible. So the best I could do was keep my distance and wait for Gaz, and try to convince her to help me pro bono.
It was funny - to me, anyway - that I was going to ask my little sister for dating advice. And it frightened me a little that I’d come to understand that, as little as I knew about him, I was attracted to Zeke.
“Maybe because he reminds you of Zim?”
I jumped three feet in the air and spun around to face Gaz. She stared at me with dark eyes limned in purple eye shadow. As if to accent my surprise, Gaz popped the bubble of gum loud enough to make me flinch.
“When did you get here?”
“A few minutes ago Long enough to watch you stare at that kid like a lovesick puppy.”
I frowned at her. “What do you mean, does he remind me of Zim? And I’m not a lovesick puppy.”
Gaz gave a long, drawn-out “Mhm” as she stared me in the eyes. I looked away first.
“And I mean exactly what I said, Dib.”
“Zeke is nothing like Zim.” I growled under my breath as I led Gaz to my room.
Gaz raised an eyebrow at me, then shrugged. “When you’re ready to admit you’ve got a chubby for our Irken invader, you let me know, kay?” She brushed past me, leaving me spluttering curses behind her back.
Gaz easily insinuated herself between Seerah and Zeke, simultaneously introducing herself and stealing Zeke away from Seerah.
Great, I sighed to myself. Gaz hasn’t been here two minutes and she’s already creating her army of evil.
Since Gaz seemed engrossed in getting to know Zeke, I went to help Lyse with the assorted snack foods, soft drinks, and pizza boxes. Lyse and I had managed to get the common for this party, so that’s where we set up the stuff. The girls and Zeke joined us a moment later, and I suddenly didn’t like the way my sister and Seerah were staring at me. They were hunting, and I didn’t want to be the prey, so I stared back with a severe frown until Gaz gave me that razor sharp smile of hers.
Zeke looked a little lost, stuck between the females, so I beckoned him with my hand. “What do you want to drink?”
The look of relief on his face was evident as he escaped the girls. When he came up beside me, I said, “I, uh, heard. Sorry about your girlfriend.”
Zeke gave a helpless shrug. “She was a bitch,” he said, a little loudly. “And bossy.”
I wondered if I had imagined the sudden death glare Gaz sent Zeke’s way. I shrugged it off, since Gaz glaring at someone is her typical expression, anyway. “Well, now you can try again.”
“I guess.” Zeke replied.
I glanced down at him, and realized he was making a point of not looking at me. As if he sensed I was staring at him, he looked up at me. His eyes were a strange shade of brown this close, almost maroon. They were depthless, showing my reflection in sanguine pools. Then he blinked and looked away.
“Coke.”
“Huh?”
He turned to regard me again, a little smile playing on his lips. “I want Coke, Dib.”
“Oh. Right. Here.” I handed him a Coke can. For the merest of moments our fingers touched, and I swear Zeke flinched. I pretended not to notice, and I pretended not to notice the lingering heat left on my skin. He seemed to be doing the same, studying the can as he might a physics problem. I picked a diet Coke can and a root beer can, and gestured to the group of my sister, Lyse, and Seerah.
“Shall we join them?” I asked.
“Huh?” Zeke looked up at me. “Oh. Yeah. Sure.”
I watched him with a raised eyebrow. “We don’t have to.” I said.
“Do you really think Seerah would let us get away with being anti-social in her presence?”
I looked across the room at Seerah. “No. No, I don’t.”
Zeke gave me a short-lived smirk and started across the room to join everyone else. I followed a step behind, coming to stand beside Gaz just as Seerah announced she had a wonderful game to play.
I gaped. “You do realize that two pairs of us are directly related to each other, right?”
“What’s the matter, Dib?” Gaz asked with that razor sharp smile. “Afraid of kissing your own baby sister?”
“That is a thousand times worse than spending eternity in the ninth circle of hell.” I snapped.
“No, no.” Seerah said. “Kissing only counts for those who aren’t related.” She waved the glass bottle in the air like it was a pointing stick. “If it lands on siblings, they’ll... I don’t know, have to tell embarrassing stories about themselves or something.”
I looked at Gaz, kind of grateful she looked horrified. She shook her head. “Isn’t there something else we can play besides spin the bottle?”
Seerah looked thoughtful. Then she grinned and said, “Nope!”
Gaz let out a huge sigh. “Why are you friends with this ditz, Dib?”
“It’s not like I actually had a choice in the matter.” I replied.
“Come on.” Seerah said with a laugh. “It’ll be fun.”
“Um.”
We all turned to look at Zeke. He looked so lost standing there, holding that Coke can with such an innocent expression on his face. “What’s spin the bottle?"
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