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Being Human	By : RotSeele Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2485 -:- 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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- 9
Eight - Dib POV
I glared at Seerah and Lyse when I returned to the table, daring them to say anything about what just happened. I sat down hard and sighed.
"I take it you're enemies instead of friends." Seerah said after a moment.
I folded my arms over my chest and glowered at the girl. "Insults were exchanged, so let's just say I won't be inviting either of them to homecoming."
I dared Seerah to laugh, because what started out as an amused smile was slowly growing into a conspirator's grin. I stared her down until her grin became something more acceptable. I watched Desmond and Zeke get up and start to leave. Zeke caught my gaze again, and we stared at each other for a good five minutes before Zeke hurried after his friend. I propped my head on my fist and frowned. There was something oddly familiar about Zeke. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something familiar about him.
"You're staring at that guy awful hard, Dib." Lyse said after a minute. "Are you trying to kill him, or are you trying to imagine something else?"
"Shut up." I growled. "Why do you two have to be such perverts?"
"Because we can be?" Seerah answered with an innocent tone. I just glowered at her. She just smiled at me. "Dib," Seerah started, "try to play nice with the other kids on the playground. You never know, after all. That cute pale kid might be the next unibomber."
"You think he's cute, huh?" I asked quietly.
"Mhm." Seerah replied with a smile. I just shook my head. It wasn't too much time after that that the three of us left to get our books and explore the campus.
When Lyse and I returned to our dorm that night, I decided to indulge in the nosy paranormal investigator side of myself. I called Gaz.
"What?"
"Nice to know I get your love even this far away, Gazline."
"Shut up, Dibeid. What the hell are you bothering me for?"
"What? I can't check up on my baby sister?"
"Asshole, you haven't been gone for more than a day. Besides, I don't even live with you anymore."
I heard crackling in the background. "Are you at home?" I asked.
"Even I get days off, brother dearest." Gaz snapped. "Why? Are you homesick already?"
"No. And you don't even live at Dad's house anymore."
"Doesn't mean I can't visit."
"You? Visit?"
"Strange concept, isn't it?" Her voice lowered into a deadpan. "So what does the almighty genius Dibeid want from the lowly peon Gazline?"
I was silent for a minute. Then I asked in all seriousness, "Would you go check on Zim for me?"
I had a brief, two minute window of utter silence before Gaz burst out laughing. I envisioned her rolling on the floor, clutching her stomach to avoid having some gastric meltdown while she cawed herself hoarse. I waited. And waited. And waited.
"Gaz!" I shouted. "It isn't funny!"
"Yes it is!" she crowed. "Dude, you left to get away from him!"
I felt my cheeks heat. It was the truth after all. I shouldn't be worried about him, shouldn't be checking up on him like we were… together… or anything.
"Gaz," I finally said in aggrieved tone.
"Oh, fine." she said, still giggling now and then. "I'll check on him. Why do you want me to, anyway?"
"Because." I paused. I couldn't very well tell her it was because this kid I had just met reminded me of Zim. She'd latch onto that like a starving dog would to a meaty bone and she'd never let me live it down. But she wouldn't do it unless I gave her a legit reason, or promised her some kind of monetary reward. "Because who knows what kind of trouble he's getting into while I'm not there to curb him." I said at last.
There was silence from her end for a few beats. "Dib," Gaz said finally, "are you sure you're just not feeling guilty for abandoning him like that? I mean, you are friends, right?"
"Who could be friends with that psychotic, deranged freak?"
Gaz just kept her silence then. I figured she was staring at the wall or the ceiling, or some inanimate object, and I could imagine the expression on her face. Finally she said, "Dib, I'll check on him because you asked me to, but just this once. Don't ask me to do it again." Click.
I stared at my phone, realizing dimly she'd hung up on me. Gaz was pissed at me. That in itself was normal, but it was the reason why that shocked me. She was mad at me because Zim was involved.
"Shit," I breathed, rubbing my neck. I returned to my dorm and tossed my phone onto my nightstand.
"Girlfriend trouble?" Lyse asked. He was half-sprawled on his bed, a book about physics open before him.
"More like sister trouble."
"Ah. Well, the easiest thing to do to deal with that is to never piss them off."
"Right." I sat on my bed and rubbed my temples. "You ever piss Seerah off?"
"Oh yeah. Lots of times. She usually beats me to a pulp, if she can get away with it. Otherwise, she makes my life hell for a few days." Lyse sat up and closed his book. "It's better in the long run to never piss off females. They have infinite patience, long memories, and can be totally psychotic at any given time."
"Perfect predators, huh?"
"Yeah," Lyse shrugged. "But, you know, it all works itself out in the end."
I just shrugged in reply and flopped back on my bed. If Gaz called back and said Zim was just fine, doing some weird experiment on spam and its effects as sunscreen or whatever, I guess I didn't have to worry. But if she called back and said Zim was missing… well, I'd have to figure out something to do then. Which meant taking a long hard look at that Zeke kid. Of course, that was if Gaz called me back, which she wouldn't if she thought I was being a total tool. It would be a sign of her contempt for me and my behavior.
Nothing left to do but sit and wait, I sat up and grabbed my computer, intending to memorize my classrooms. It didn’t do anything to solve my growing anxiety that something was definitely not right here. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.
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