AN- Alright. . . funny story behind this. It was supposed to be a one-shot of just the first day of their trip. But that alone was looking like it was gonna be around 10,000 words. . . which is way too long for a one-shot. So here we are.

Obviously this will contain some ZaDR. I don't know how far it's gonna go; I haven't planned past the first day. So for now this is K+. Just keep in mind it could be changed to T. But no M. Definitely no M rating. It will be a bit eventual, and I can tell I'm gonna have a lot of fun on the character arcs with this one.

Now, the only real IZ characters in this are Dib, Zim, and Keef. Others are mentioned, but (probably) won't appear. So that means OCs. Filler OCs. They aren't Mary Sues or Gary Stus, I'm sure.

The first two chapters have already been written, and I'm halfway through the third. They'll be released eventually. Reviews would help me update faster, though. . . ;D

This sucks. This really, really sucks. Out of all the suckiest situations Dib has been thrown into in his thirteen-year-old life, this takes the cake in suckosity. What sucks, you ask? Maybe it's the fact that his dad forced him to go to summer camp. Maybe it's the fact that his dad only did this because he was convinced it would make his "poor, insane son," less "insane." Maybe it's the fact that the bus is crowded and loud and Dib can barely hear himself think. Or maybe it's the fact that he's been forced to sit next to his worst enemy; green skin, no ears, and all.

Yep, that last one is the knockout. Dib has been forced to sit next to Zim, of all creatures. Zim, the alien menace. Expect nobody can actually tell he's an alien because they're all to dense to get it into their thick skulls!

Dib has pretty much given up at this point. Besides, he's finally come to realize that Zim can't conquer. . . well, for a lack of better description, anything. But even so, their hatred for each other has hardly simmered down– the same fighting, the same insults, the same tackles, the same plans to conquer the Earth.

But was it wrong to say it was getting old?

That aside, Dib and Zim had hardly spoken a word to each other after getting onto the bus. This was mostly because they had fought before hand– and it hadn't ended well. Zim had been the first to snap, pushing Dib to the ground and pouncing on top of him. But Dib had longer arms and legs, and quickly got the upper hand by flipping Zim over and pinning him to the cement. It wasn't long at all until the bus driver had to pry them away from each other.

But of course, Dib couldn't help but wonder. . . why was Zim going to summer camp anyways? Maybe his pet robot had talked him into it. Or maybe he just needed to get away from the Robo-Parents for a while. Or maybe. . . of course! Zim must have some sort of secret evil plan to. . . to destroy the campgrounds! That filthy little rat. . . ! How dare he destroy Mother Nature like that! All the squirrels and the trees and the moo–. . . Dib takes that back. Zim can destroy all the moose he likes.

Then again, Dib shouldn't jump to conclusions. Maybe Zim (for once) didn't have ulterior motives. Maybe he– as unlikely as it sounded– just wanted to have a good time. . . . There was no harm in asking, right?

". . . Zim?" he says warily. Why is he so nervous? This is just Zim we're talking about, nothing too out of the ordinary there.

"What?" Zim answers bitterly. He doesn't look at Dib; he's still facing the other direction with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Why are you even going to summer camp, anyways? Got any secrets plans I should know about?" He rested his hands on the bus seat and leaned forward eagerly– yes. It was just eagerness that was making his heart race.

Zim takes a glance at the human, then turns his head slightly and looks at him, as if he was making sure that looking at Dib was safe. "Nothing that you should know about, Dib-filth," he says shrewdly. "I have come here under the request of. . ." He fell silent, breaking the eye contact and looking to the side dreadfully.

"Your robot dog thingy?" Dib finished.

". . . No."

"That other alien you live with?"

"No."

"Principal Tarts? Oh wait, no, this isn't summer skool. . ."

"Shut your mouth, stink-boy! No!" Zim unfolded his arms and angrily clutched the bus seat. "No. Zim has come here because–"

"Hey, buddy!" A familiar voice shouts out, and Zim stiffens before slowly turning around. Dib leans forward in his seat to get a better look.

Oh, no!

Keef is standing in his seat, waving exaggeratedly at Zim, a huge smile blossoming on his face. "Hey there, Zim! I've been looking all over trying to figure out where you were sitting, and I–" The boy sitting next to him– dark brown hair and even darker eyes– tugs the hem of his shirt as a way of telling him to sit down. His face is half-deadpan the whole time. Keef looks over to him, then smiles and nods. "Okay, then!" he calls out to Zim. "Bye, buddy!"

Dib slumps in his seat as Keef sits down, letting out a small groan. After a few seconds, he just barely tilts his head to look at Zim. "Don't tell me–"

Zim expertly interrupts. "It was Keef."

Dib groans again. This really, really, really sucks.

"Good afternoon, boys and girls!" Dib shifts in his seat as the happy, cheery voice captivates the campers. They're sitting outside on a half-circle of bleachers– what's known as the "outatorium." He's hasn't gotten away from Zim, and it's all Keef's fault. The red-head had quickly claimed a spot next to Zim, and begged– no, forced– Dib to sit with them.

The dark-haired, dark-eyed boy is there, too. It's likely to say that Keef had made friends with him during the bus ride– Keef wants to be friends with everybody. And it seems this boy is rather quiet, so he probably doesn't have many friends, either. When Dib thinks about it, he's almost glad Keef has a quiet friend– maybe he can tone Keef down a notch.

But back on topic. Right now, a young woman stands before them, decked in her camp gear. It's obvious she's the camp counselor; her hair and eyes practically shine with glee. "I'm Ms. Midnoon!" she exclaims with a smile. "And this is Mr. Woodknot!" She waves one hand towards the short man standing beside her, who frowns.

"It's Mr. Walnut."

Ms. Midnoon's smile fades, and her eyes lose their shine as she glares harshly at Mr. Walnut. "Don't back talk me, ya hear?" She looks back to the children and smiles once more. "Welcome to Sunny Summer Camp! We hope you enjoy your week here!" She tilts her head and scans the bleachers. "We sure do have a lot of happy campers here! I think it's about time to split you into cabins! Don't you agree, Mr Waldorf?"

"It's Walnut–"

"I said, shut the hell up!"

Mr. Walnut cowers, and Ms. Midnoon continues gleefully. "Now, each cabin will have four children, and each team will have two cabins. That means each team will have eight children! Understand?"

There's silence until one kid says, "Yeah. . . I'm not good at math."

"Perfect!" Ms. Midnoon cries. "Now, the first team is Angel Camp. The girls cabin will be–"

Every girl in the outatorium sits on the edge of her seat as Ms. Midnoon reads out the names.

"Tix. . . Abby. . . Noemi. . . and Yeci! Have fun!" she shouts as the four said girls are ushered off by camp counselors.

"Now, as for the boys," she smiles. Dib finds himself clutching his hands together, unsure if he wants Zim in his cabin or not. "Zim. . . Keef. . . Quinn. . . and Dib!" Her smile grows brighter, as if she knows a disaster is unfolding. "Have fun!" she repeats, and with that the four boys are pushed in the right direction by camp counselors.

Great. Just great. Just happy dandy la-di-do-da.

This is truly a recipe for disaster.

AN- Chapter one clocks in at about 1,278 words. Not bad.

Well, if you'd like more, all I have to say is– review! Chapter 2 is much longer, and there's a bit of ZaDR. . .