Perfectly Unbelievable
An Invader Zim FanFiction
Chapter 1: In my Living Room
If I could wish for one thing in life, it wouldn't be for what happened to me that day. It probably would've been for something really stupid, but hey, that was just me. So when I woke up from a nice nap with someone who had seemed to have just landed on top of me, I was pretty surprised.
"What?! Hey, what do you think you're doing-" I stopped. The hairstyle on this dude was awfully familiar… When Dib looked up, shocked and blushing, I did the first thing that came to mind: freak out in all my random and non-existent glory.
"OHMYGOD!! You have got to be kidding me! Dib!! What… Why… How…? This is so cool!" I shrieked, making the poor boy fall sideways off of the couch and onto the floor. This, seriously, would only do one thing: make me laugh. And so that I did. I was close to laughing from surprise anyways, so I did an all-out insane laughter thing, while Dib looked on with a small frown.
"Uh… Okay then… How did you know my name? Who are you? And where am I?"
"Oh… You're in my living room. I'm Namira, but you can call me Nami or Mira." I answered all but his first question, finally having calmed down.
Dib shrugged. "Good enough for me, I guess." He said, sitting down after I had moved my legs. "How did you get here?" I asked him, sitting up and tossing the blanket I had on the side. He shrugged.
"I was working on something on my computer, then I'm here… I can't remember what else happened." He sighed.
"Well, that's kinda funny, 'cause when I was sleeping, I had a dream of you working on your computer, then suddenly coming into my world." I said, giving a quick death-glare to the laptop sitting innocently on the other couch. "Maybe somehow my dream linked with your computer and sent you here…?" I suggested, upset when Dib laughed.
"Ha! Yeah right!"
"Hey, you never know! With my mind, anything's possible."
Dib shook his head. "I highly doubt that. But whatever the case, it'll be nice with no Zim around." He said, stretching. As he stretched his hands in the air, I reached over and snatched his glasses off of his face, taking off my own and trying on his.
"Wow, Dib, you're really blind!" I commented, earning myself a nice little punch on the arm. I tossed him the glasses; he missed terribly and they got caught on his scythe-shaped lock of hair. This caused me to laugh crazily for about a minute as he replaced his glasses, then he shot me a glare. My laughter subsided to insane giggles before ceasing completely. I placed my own circular glasses on my face before standing up, stretching.
When I turned around and saw Dib blushing, I shot him a questioning look. He just shrugged and looked away, still blushing. I looked down and raised my eyebrows in realization. "Oh… Right. I'll be back, then. Just… stay here." I shuffled off, thinking that it was a pretty dumb idea to wear just an overlarge shirt over my underclothes as pajamas. I shrugged, though; if Dib was going to live with me (maybe) then he'd have to get used to it. I mean, this is my signature sleepwear!! Okay, maybe not, but still… It's only underwear.
I shuffled down the halls of the loft apartment, entering the master bedroom and digging through the dressers. I pulled out some clothes and then poked my head out the door. "Hey Dib, I'm gonna take a shower, 'kay?!" I called. I heard his slightly quiet 'Okay!' echo down the hall and nodded, then went back into my room and grabbed the clothes I had set out. I entered the master bathroom and setting the clothes on the sink. I shut and locked the door; even though I knew Dib wouldn't do anything like that. I still had to be cautious, didn't I? I turned on the water and pulled the thing to turn the shower on, waiting for the water to warm up. I took off my clothes and tossed them into the hamper, then climbed into the shower and started washing.
After a good five minutes or so, I got out and dried off, then got dressed swiftly and began brushing my hair. I listened to the dripping of the faucet from the shower; I began timing my strokes to every drip. Drip. Brush. Drip. Brush. I continued this for a good two minutes before thinking that the black-and-amber hair was brushed enough, and put my circular framed glasses back on my face. My dark hazel eyes weren't as pretty now, but I shrugged the thought off and opened the door. I jumped, seeing Dib sitting on my bed with my laptop and a shocked expression on his face. I swallowed and walked over to him, trying to look calm.
"So, Dib. What did you find…?" I was surprised my voice wasn't wavering.
He looked like he couldn't even talk; he was that shocked. Calmly, I took the laptop from him and minimized the window (I hadn't finished reading the fan fiction yet) and then sat down next to him. "Dib." I said sharply.
He blinked, as if coming out of a trance, and began ranting. It began with: "HOW CAN YOU READ SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!" He thrust a finger towards my face; instinctively, I bit it. He drew it back with slight difficulty, a funny look upon his face. I remembered when I did something like that in eighth grade and forced myself not to laugh.
"Sorry, instinct. Okay, about those fan fictions…"
"They're horrible!" Dib cried, his face still showing pain. Physical or emotional, I had no clue. Probably both, now that I think about it.
"You and Zim make a cute couple! Admit it!" I cried, throwing my arms into the air. A wide smile adorned my face; for a second I thought that he was thinking I was insane. But he cringed instead and shook his head firmly. "NO. NO WAY."
"Yes! You know you like it!"
"I don't like Zim!!"
"I said 'it', not 'Zim.' Jeez." I said, rolling my eyes.
"It's the same thing!" Dib cried.
I sighed and shook my head. "Okay, but there are things I've seen that are worse than fan fictions, you know." I said, a small, insane grin on my face. He gulped. "Worse?" he asked shakily. I nodded, and he looked like he was about to faint. He fell back onto the pillows instead and glared rocket launchers at the skylight. I couldn't help it; I laughed.
"Stop glaring rocket launchers at my skylight, Dib." I giggled, putting the laptop on standby and closing the top. He still stared straight ahead, though I saw his eyebrow rise slightly. "Rocket launchers?"
I sighed in mock frustration, and threw myself down onto the bed next to him. "Yes. Rocket launchers. It's worse than glaring daggers. Do I need to spell it out for you?" I asked, staring at the skylight myself. He laughed a little. "Funny expression…" he muttered, shaking his head. I grinned. "Made it up myself. Cool, huh?"
He just snorted. I stuck my tongue out and sat up, plugging the laptop into one of the outlets and then walking out of the room. Dib sat up and followed me, adjusting his glasses. "What now?" he asked.
I sighed. "We're going in my kitchen, duh. Where else would we get the food?" He slapped his forehead and I laughed again.
"You're nuts." He mumbled. I just grinned.
