Dib was relaxing on Zim's couch. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon; Dib had brought some Mysterious Mysteries recordings and was currently watching them. Gir sat on the floor with a bag of tacos Dib had ordered for him. The cheese was everywhere.

Dib yawned. What was holding Zim up in the lab? There was static on the tv and suddenly they were watching the Angry Monkey Show. "Gir!"

"But I like this show!"

"But I was watching Mysterious Mysteries first. Now give me the remote!"

"No!" Gir lept up and ran into the kitchen with the remote.

"Hey! Come back!" Dib chased after him.

Right as Dib was about to leap over the table, Zim appeared from the toilet.

"Dib? What are you doing?" Zim squinted at him.

"Zim! Gir got the remote-I chased him-Mysterious Mysteries-"

Zim walked over to him and pulled on the collar of his shirt, tilting his head down slightly.

"You talk too much." Zim smirked. "NOW COME!" he yelled and walked away to the living room. "We have much to do!"

Dib followed him. "Aw come on Zim, can't we just hang out for a while? You always have work to do..."

"Wha? There is no time to hang things! First we must prepare our presentation for the Tallest! A puppet show would be best, although..."

"Woah, what? The Tallest? And why a puppet show...?

Zim rolled his eyes, "As an Invader, it is your job to destroy your assigned planet, though sometimes the Invader will become close enough to a certain civilian enough not to want to destroy them. But, for the Tallest NOT to destroy them, you must make a presentation explaining why they should not." Zim looked at him like this should be obvious, and then turned back to his work.

Dib stared at him. "Wait what happens if they don't approve?"

"Silly Dib-human of course they will approve."

"But what happens if they don't?"

But Zim wouldn't answer him. Instead he started making what looked like dolls. Just then Dib's watch beeped.

"Crap, I need to get home, seeya Zim!" he said as he rushed out the door. Gir waved him goodbye. "And I'm watching you Gir..." he muttered to himself as he started running down the street.

Gaz glared at Dib as he walked into the house. "Off playing with your boyfriend Dib? You're just lucky dad didn't come home. If you're not careful you'll be in big trouble." this was the closest thing to looking out for Dib that Gaz ever did. Dib just shrugged and grabbed a bowl of Splodey Beans.

He sat down next to Gaz and absent mindedly started eating. Gaz glanced at him a couple times but resumed her game.

Dib couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had thought that when he and Zim realized that they wanted to be something other that enemies, things would be different. Dib quite frankly wanted to get closer to Zim, maybe spend the night, at least kiss him once or twice.

But Zim had kept his distance and went about life like barely anything had happened. Dib had so far only been allowed to sit on the couch and watch Zim bustle around muttering to himself. It was only a few times that they had anything close.

Dib shivered when he remembered Zim brushing his face and giving him that look that said, "You're mine, and only mine."

"Dib. DIB!" Gaz socked Dib in the side causing him to fall off the couch.

"WAH!" Dib yelped and wrapped his arms around his stomach. "Jeeze Gaz! Why do you have to do that?"

"Because Dib, now snap out of it. You've got a phone call." Gaz held the phone up to Dib's face. Dib sighed and took it.

Hello? Membrane residence."

"Um, yeah hi. This is, Gretchen."

"Oh hi Gretchen."

"Yeah so, I was wondering, if, maybe, you would come to, my house sometime?"

"Oh um, Gretchen I,"

"Or I could, you know go there, you know to your house, if, if you want."

"Listen Gretchen, I'm kinda busy at the moment. But another time would be great!"

"R-Really? Oh gosh, thank you Dib-I mean-see you later." She hung up with a click.

Dib groaned. How was he supposed to see Gretchen when Zim needed him for that 'presentation' of his?

Heh heh sorry it's not much, don't worry it'll heat up this is mainly just starting to form the idea and a sort of introduction.

Oh, and I'm using those line thingies, because i want to make sure the stupid editing thing doesn't delete all my 'enters'