Chapter One- One Lazy Morning

Dib opened the refrigerator door drowsily, the cold air chilling his bare chest. He looked around at the contents inside to try and find some sort of sustenance he could call breakfast. His eyes switched back and forth between the carton of orange juice and the last can of Poop Cola. Gaz wouldn't be back for another week, so she couldn't pound him for drinking the last soda when she wasn't around to claim it.

"You want anything," Dib asked, reaching for the cola.

"No, I'm fine, Dib-worm," Zim said.

Zim was sitting on the counter directly across from the fridge, watching Dib closely as he moved about the kitchen. His boots were somewhere upstairs, along with his gloves and shirt.

Dib opened and closed cabinet doors, still searching for something to curve his hunger. But nothing looked very appetizing.

"I don't understand how you survive on this planet, Zim," Dib stated, heading towards the pantry.

"What do you mean," Zim asked, not sure if that was suppose to be an insult or just an observation.

"You've been here about five years and I've never seen you stomach actual Earth food," Dib said, rummaging through the pantry, "You do eat, right?"

Zim raised both eyebrows lazily at the question. "When I can," Zim said, "I have to order food from my home planet."

Dib stopped for a moment and thought about that. How sad that must be. He now realized why Zim was always so cranky. He was starving.

Dib sighed at the sad thought and grabbed a nearly empty bag of chips. He poured what was left into his palm and quickly downed the handful of crumbs.

"Eh, there's nothing to eat in this house. I need to go by the store," he said, tossing the empty bag into the trash. He noticed Zim was in deep thought, so he walked over to him and leaned on the counter casually. "So… do you want to hang around and watch a movie or something," he asked, wiping a stray crumb off his face and opening the can of soda.

"No," Zim said, sliding off the counter, "Gir will have most likely broken something, occupying the rest of my day with repairs."

Dib smiled a little. Gir was very predictable, and Zim usually knew what he was talking about when it came to that little blue-eyed robot.

"Maybe later then," Dib called out after him, "Dad and Gaz won't be back till next Sunday. Stop by tomorrow and we'll do whatever."

Zim stopped at the doorframe and looked over his shoulder at Dib. Without saying anything, he made it known that he would probably take him up on that offer. And with that, he made his way upstairs to retrieve his personal items, including his clothing and human disguise.

Dib just smiled a bit and shook his head. He lazily dragged his feet into the living room and plopped himself onto the couch with a content grin on his face. He closed his eyes and breathed out once.

"Three, two, one."

"WHERE IS IT?!?!"

"Bingo," Dib said with his mischievous smile.

Almost immediately, a fully dressed Zim came whirling down the stairs irately. He dashed over to the couch and jumped over the back of it.

"Where is it," Zim demanded, leaping onto Dib and pinning him down against the couch.

"Where's what," Dib asked, making it painfully obvious he was up to something.

"Where are my plans," Zim hollered, pushing Dib a little harder.

"You know, you really shouldn't leave stuff like that lying around your rival's house, Zim," Dib said with a grin.

"Dib-Stink! I swear, I'll… I'll," he stuttered.

Dib lifted both eyebrows mockingly, waiting for Zim's threat.

Zim paused, just glaring down at Dib. His mind raced with several things he could do to Dib to get his plans back. But… that face…

"Please return my plans," Zim said semi-calmly, still straddling Dib on the couch.

Dib smiled in surprise at the request. "Wow, Zim. Please? I'm really impressed," he said, putting his soda off to the side and grabbing Zim by the waist. "Who knew you could be so polite."

Zim nearly trembled at the familiar feeling of intimacy. But he shook it off, remembering that he not only had work to do at home but really needed those plans back. "Are you going to give me those plans or not," Zim asked impatiently.

"Zim, put yourself in my situation," Dib said, still smiling. "What would you do if you found someone else's plans to blow up your home planet. Would you give them back?"

Zim thought that over for a moment. He most certainly wouldn't, but this wasn't about Irk. It was his job to take over this planet, whether Dib liked it or not.

"I need them back, Dib," Zim stated unyieldingly.

Without warning, Dib threw Zim onto the couch and pinned him down. "Well maybe you can earn them back," Dib said playfully, sticking his hand underneath Zim's shirt.

In that one instant, Zim nearly lost all control of himself. The feeling of Dib's strong hand caressing his chest made him quiver in lust. But Zim quickly remembered what was going on and he grabbed Dib's wrists to make him stop.

"No," he stated, "I have too much to do."

Dib looked a little disappointed, but got off of Zim and sat back down on the couch. Zim sat up and straightened his shirt.

"If you won't give them back, I'll just rewrite them from what I remember," Zim stated, standing up.

"Hold it, Zim," Dib said. He picked up one of the couch cushions, revealing a long white tube that held Zim's blueprints.

Zim glared at Dib for putting them in the most obvious and ironic spot. But he picked it up and started heading towards the door.

Dib got up and followed him. He grabbed the knob before Zim could and opened the door for him. Zim glanced at him as he walked outside. "I may take you up on that offer later, Dib-Stink," he said without turning around.

"I look forward to it, Space Boy," Dib said with a satisfied smile. After Zim made it to the sidewalk, Dib closed the door and leaned up against it, grinning to himself.

"His plan's flawed anyway."

This story is in no way related to my others. It is a completely different IZ interpretation. So please, if you have been nice enough to read any of my other stories, don't dwindle on them. Thank you, my readers!