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Sublime Awakenings	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 16

Gaz huffed in boredom as she stared dully at her art teacher, Mrs. Joy Eliot. She was everything that her name and husband indicated her to be: a happy, overenthusiastic teacher with a honey sweet disposition and hair to match. In addition, she was a Neo-hippie who liked creating a “calming and artistic atmosphere” by playing upbeat music and burning herb mixtures that prominently featured marijuana and mugwort. Naturally, she annoyed Gaz to no end.

All attention was drawn from the centered, but peppy, teacher when the door opened, and Todd walked in awkwardly. “Sorry I'm late. I kind of missed the bus.”

Mrs. Joy smiled indulgently. “That's no problem, Squee. I understand. You have to live life in the NOW instead of constantly trying to keep up with schedules and time. Otherwise, life will pass you by while you're busy making plans.”

Mrs. Joy, or just Joy as she liked to be called, never marked anyone late unless they were caught purposefully skipping. She turned back to the class at large. “You are all free to work on your portfolios now. If you need help, feel free to ask.” With that, she made her way to her desk and lit the customary incense before sitting on said desk, and picking notes on her guitar.

Squee headed straight for Gaz's desk, where he deposited several signed Happy Noodle Boy comics.

The seemingly ex-goth gave him a wide-eyed, impressed look. “Wow. That was really fast. Thanks a lot, Squee. I hope you didn't have to go to too much trouble to get them. How far does Johnny live from your house? Did you have to walk far?”

The teen suddenly found himself very nervous. She was being unusually nice, and it reminded him of last nights dream, which was both scary and embarrassing. He stammered a quick reply in hopes of avoiding her for the time being. “Umm, you're welcome. It wasn't much trouble. Well, I better go work on one of my projects.” He turned around and fled to a desk near the front before she could say anything more.

As she thumbed through the comics that she had never had any intention of giving to Chunk, Gaz growled lowly to herself. Why was he being so reclusive today? Did he know what she was up to? Probably not. Maybe something about her transformation freaked him out. Hell, it freaked her out too, but he was just going to have to deal with it because she was going to get what she wanted. This decided, she rose from her desk, and walked to the front of the room to pull up a chair at Squee's desk. Several students watched her. People had been staring at her in shock all day. She ignored them.

“Hey, Squee. What are you doing?”

He looked up at her, trying to hide his emotions, though he was mentally cringing. They couldn't tell you weren't one of them if you showed no emotion, right? “Hey. Just a drawing. I really need to concentrate on it.” He looked back down.

URG! Being brushed aside was infuriating! Was this how Dib felt all the time? She felt a very small pinch of guilt for often being just one more person who brushed her brother aside, but quickly recovered. It wasn't her fault that he was so obsessive about the paranormal, or that he felt he had to talk about his freakish little boyfriend constantly like some boy-crazy preteen. Back to the task at hand! “How was your night?”

No! Why did she have to ask about last night? Now he was blushing! He could feel it. Damn. Why couldn't he ever gain control of that? The D.H.M.I. had taught him to hide his feelings well, but embarrassment was apparently his weak spot...especially in relation to romantic or sexual things. He kept his head down, hoping she wouldn't notice. “It was okay.”

Gaz grunted. “You're being very cryptic. Did something happen?”

“No, not really. I went to Johnny's, and he made me eat spaghetti-os.” He figured that telling her about the stories Nny liked to tell him would only reinforce her interest in paying him a visit, which was kind of messed up.

That sounded suspiciously bland. From what she knew, almost nothing that happened to Squee was that bland. She was about to pry further when Principal Eliot entered the room to pay a visit to his newly wedded wife. Great. Now there were two of them. Together. And ...in love. She cringed visibly.

Squee watched with interest as Mr. Eliot greeted Joy with a happy embrace, and she gave his cheek a quick peck. He had never really known a happily married couple. Not unless one counted the Diablos, and he didn't think they quite made the cut, not that he had any intentions of telling Pepito this. But come on, what kind of husband doesn't tell his wife that he is Satan for like eight years? Never mind how she couldn't tell to begin with. Brian's wife had died long ago, and his own parents were anything but happy with their situation. His father was an irritable, emotionally abusive workaholic, and his mother was drugged out of her mind twenty-four-seven. Supposedly this was all his fault somehow, but they never seemed to elaborate on the reason.

Usually, remembering this made Todd a little angry or even depressed, but he was surprised to feel happy and relaxed. A little too happy and relaxed, considering the lack of motivation to be so. He could feel his heart rate speeding up as well. He glanced around the room, briefly confused and worried that maybe he was in love with Dib's scary little sister, until his eyes wondered back to the teacher's desk and the burning incense. He was relieved to conclude that he was probably just high. It was several minutes before the gravity of this conclusion occurred to him, because apparently his thought processes had slowed a bit. HIGH?! He was high at skool! That couldn't be good.

His attention was soon absorbed by Mr. Eliot and Joy, who may or may not have been high...it was always hard to tell with them, breaking into song, seemingly out of nowhere. Joy was playing whatever old song they were singing on her acoustic guitar as they took turns singly lyrics at one another like love-struck teenagers. He felt a tap on his right shoulder, and turned to see Gaz. Her smile was too big and too genuine. She had to be high as well.

“Dance with me. Now.” Even through the giddy daze she was pleased to know that she still managed to sounded commanding. The lightheaded feeling caused by the incense was making her think that dancing might be a good plan, especially considering the obvious high the other was experiencing.

“Huh? Dance?” He asked groggily. Surely he had heard that wrong.

“Now.” Rising from her chair, the purple-haired girl grabbed the collar of his shirt, jerking him to his feet as well. She pulled him into the open area in the room reserved for special projects, gripping his hands and swinging drunkenly back and forth.

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was screaming that this was a bad idea, and could lead to nothing but pain for him, but this didn't bother him like it should have. There was also the fact that escaping the dance would inevitably end in pain as well simply because that's what Gaz appeared to want at the moment...for some reason. Shrugging in defeat, he held her hands and swayed to the uncoordinated rhythm she had set. In response to this his head swam, making him feel even more dizzy. Since the pain now seemed inevitable, he figured he might as well risk talking to her.

“Hey, Gaz?”

“Yeah?” She sounded as groggy as he felt.

“Why did you really change? Do you really want to be popular?”

“Not just popular. Normal. I want to be normal. That's really hard with my family, you know. But, I've always wondered what it's like.” Wow. That was actually partly true. She had always wondered what it would be like to be normal, to have a normal family that cared about family stuff and spent time together, but by the time she was eleven she had excepted that such would never be the case. She hadn't meant to admit that to the other, but at lest she had not carelessly revealed her true purpose.

“But you're better then normal, you're abnormal.” He said in an attempt at a reassuring voice.

“You really think so?” She asked almost sentimentally, with the hint of a real smile.

“I know so. Sometimes, I read through Brian's psychologically books. I think..according to the latest version of the DMS you're a sociopath..or..you will be when you're eighteen.”

He knew he had made a mistake when her relaxed expression turned into a scowl, and her grip on his hands was tightened to a painful degree. “I mean...uh..that was a joke...kinda! Don't take it personally, most of the people I know fit one or more of the disorders in there. At lest you haven't been legally branded with one.”

“Cth. Whatever. So I'm a sociopath, and you're schizophrenic. What does that make Johnny?”

“Uh, I think the crazy-neighbor-man is lots of things...”

“Perfect.” That was good enough. It couldn't be that hard to find out which one of Squee's neighboring houses belonged to the serial killer.

“Perfect? What does that mean?”

Soon other students, mostly those who had been sitting near the front, and thus the incenses, joined them in dance. As Joy switched songs to one with a faster beat, the dance became faster and wilder. Gaz, neglecting to answer the boy, sent them spinning around, nearly crashing into other pairs and single dancers, and laughing hard. Suddenly, there was a quick flash of light as a yearbook staff member snapped a picture of the make-shift dance, signing her eventually doom, if Gaz had anything to say.. or do about it.

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Notes:

-Squee is two years ahead of Gaz, but art and other electives can be taken by any year.
-The song Eliot and Joy sing is "Whenever I Call You Friend" by Kenny Loggins. I actually think this would be a really good Pepito/Squee song if it wasn't for the whole “heavenly light” thing.
-“But you're better then normal, You're abnormal.” is a quote by Fry from Futurama.
-DSM-The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.
-“Sociopaths” generally have antisocial personality disorder-wikipedia has a good summery of this.
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