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Sublime Awakenings	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Squee!, JTHM, or Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from these works. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 7

Squee was quite, and still in shock, as he allowed his friend to drag him through the hall, which was crowded with students who seemed to know to stay out of Pepito's immediate path. When they left the building all together he finally forced himself to speak, but his voice was shaky. “Pepito, where are we going?”

Pepito gave Squee's hand a reassuring squeeze as he pulled him through the door that he was also holding open. “Just to the courtyard. We don't need anyone to overhear us.”

Pepito lead him to a large oak tree, located about an acre to the left of the skool. This open field was sometimes used for P.E. classes, but today it was mostly deserted. He released Squee's hand at last, and sat down in the grass. “Come, sit. Let us talk.”

Squee looked from the ground to Pepito hesitantly. After a moment he took a seat against the oak. He really did need to talk to someone, and it might as well be the one person who already knew. This definitely wasn't something he could talk to Brian, Letta or even Dib about. Even Johnny would be disappointed, since he had been working, in admittedly strange ways, to make sure Squee didn't turn out like him all these years. “I...don't really know what to say.” He let out a long sigh. “Do you think she's going to die?”

“It's difficult to say. Maybe not if they're fast enough, but you know the skool system. They'll probably just think she fainted, and stick her in the nurse's office, waiting for her to wake up.”

“Should I do something?” A single tear rolled down Squee's cheek. He felt so lost, so confused, so helpless. He felt bad for not feeling worse. He felt bad for being so weak.

“Do you want to?” Pepito scooted closer, and gently put an arm around the smaller boy. He pulled a slim cell phone from his pocket and proffered it to his friend. “You can use this to call for help, if you feel that's what you should do.”

Taking the shiny, red phone into his hand, Squee stared at it. He was wasting valuable time, time that could save someone's life, time that could sentence him to a life of captivity. His mind was so scattered that he hadn't even thought about the phone in his own bag. He turned the phone around and around in his hands several times, as if examining some novel invention. “Is this some sort of test?”

“Nope. This is just you, and me and a decision.” Pepito let out a sympathetic sigh as he wiped away the tear. “Whatever you choose, Todd, it's not the end of the world...and believe me, I would know.” He tightened his gripe on Squee's shoulder and the semi-embrace as well.

Squee looked up briefly into the other's eyes as more tears fell from his own. He was fighting back sobs, trying not to break down completely, but it was a losing battle. “I...sniff...I don't...know..what to do.” With that he buried his face in his own arms, and finally gave in to the despair.

“Shhhh. Don't cry, Amigo. It's okay. Everything is going to be alright.” Pepito did his best to comfort the other teen as he pried his cell phone out of Squee's iron, still undecided, grip. “Try not to make too much noise, okay?” He moved his hand up from Squee's shoulder to softly stoke his hair, like his own mother had often done for him, and like he knew Squee's mother had surely never done for him. When the boy quited he dialed nine-eleven...supposedly the number commemorated the tragic date of a terrorist attack many years ago.

“Nine-Eleven, how my I help you?” asked a pleasant, strangely cheerful, female voice.

“Hi. I'm a library aid at Lackadaisical Hi Skool. I'm calling to report what I believe to be stroke. A little while ago a girl with the letters S. Y. D. on her shirt showed symptoms of a cerebral aneurysm, and passed out. I believe she is now in the nurses office.”

“Okay. I'm sending someone right now. May I ask who's calling?”

“My name? Pepito Diablo. I'm a first period library aid. When I saw her she was alone in the back reading a thick book. Then this red vein popped out of her forehead, and she just fell over.”

“Thank you, Mr. Diablo. Did anyone else see the incident?

“No, not to my knowledge.” Pepito was very glad that this conversation was taking place over the phone, and not face to face. He was generally not a very good liar. Though in all fairness, this was a very small lie.

“Well, thank you for your call, and have a great day!”

Pepito hung up, and closed his phone. “That was...enthusiastic.” He looked to Squee, who seemed much calmer. His breathing was still raged, but he was no longer sobbing. When he peaked up from his arms Pepito gave him a small smile. “The girl will probably be fine.”

Squee thought Pepito was just saying that to comfort him, but was thankful for it all the same. Speaking of thankful, Pepito had just completely covered for him. He sat back against the tree, and leaned his head against the other boy's. “Thank you, Pepito. For everything.”

“No problema, Amigo. That's what friends are for. Heh. If you got the shovel, I got the lime.”

They both laughed together, but Squee's was a mix of true amusement and regret. Pepito's hand brushed through his hair once more before falling back to his shoulder. “Squee, look at me. I saw the whole thing. It wasn't your fault. You didn't mean for her to have a stroke.”

“Maybe. But, I still caused it. I knew I was hurting her. And the worst part is that I'm not sure I really feel sorry, even now.”

“Squee, do you remember back in second grade when I told you that you were different, like me?”

He took a deep, cleansing breath, and turned to Pepito, almost afraid of what he would reveal. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I know you thought I meant that we were both evil. I admit that I am, but what I meant about us being alike was that we're individuals. You're a real person. You think, and feel and question. You think life is supposed to have meaning, even if it doesn't have reason. You're not just some sheep waiting for a mindless slaughter. That girl was a sheep. She probably never had as much as a sentient thought in her whole life. For her, every action, every thought was just another way to avoid personal growth, a way to fit in with the other lemmings and a way to keep others down. Think of it this way. Even if you did kill her, it was a mercy killing. It's hard to feel sorry for killing someone who was only pretending to be alive.”

Squee gave him a half smile. It was a small token of gratitude, but it was real. In spite of himself, he really was starting to feel better. He wasn't even crying anymore.

Pepito returned the smile as he watched his friend wipe the remaining tears from under his eyes with the back of his hand. As he stood, he made sure to give Todd's hair a thorough ruffling. “So, we've already skipped second period. Wanna go get an early lunch? I've got my car here.” He asked enticingly, offering a hand up to the other boy.

Squee's smile broadened at the thought of no more skool for the day. “Sure, why not?” He took the offered hand, and let Pepito half pull him to his feet.

As the two walked through the field in the direction of the parking lot, Pepito warped his arm around Todd with a devious smile. “Oh, and Todd?”

“Yeah?”

“I'm afraid I'm obligated to do this.” The Antichrist cleared his throat and made a sad attempt at assuming an evil voice. “Come to the dark side: we have cookies and hawt alien love.” He suddenly dropped the “evil voice”. “Wait.”

“What?! You have what?”

“Nothing! I, uh, don't know where that came from. Can we pretend that didn't just happen?”

“Kay.” Squee tried to stifle an agonizing need to laugh, but failed miserably. “Hahaha..I'm sorry..hahaah...I'm not laughing at you..I'm..hahah..laughing with you.”

“But I'm not laughing.” Pepito faked a hurt look.

Squee warped an arm tightly around Pepito as well to prevent his escape. “I can fix that.” Suddenly his other hand assaulted the demonic boy with relentlessly painful tickling.

Pepito made a desperate attempt to flee his grip, but only managed to send them both into a rolling tickle fight in the field. Fifteen minutes later the boys finally left the skool with messy attire and dried grass along for the ride.

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Notes:

-As far as I know the quote I used for Pepito's strange “come to the dark side” offer is by Broken-Time on Deviant Art. This is a ZADR reference.

Squee and Invader Zim characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez
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