Authors note:
So here's a completely pointless idea for a oneshot I got in my head during History class. I wrote it during the 7th hour of the day. I got bored. So here it is… Once again… completely pointless. And probably not good. So read at your own risk. I warned you.
He gazed at her contently. He watched as she pushed hair in front of her face to hide it, her eyes glued to the Game Slave 3 that she held in her hands. She was beautiful. But she didn't think that.
She thought she was ugly. She thought no one would ever love her. She thought no one even remotely liked her. So she convinced herself that she was incapable of love and feelings.
But she was wrong.
HE thought she was beautiful. HE loved her. He loved everything about her. The way her purple hair hung around her shoulders. He loved her choice of clothing. He loved her attitude. He even loved her glare.
They were both in Hi Skool now, and she was no less angry at the world than she was in 5th grade. But that wasn't who she really was. He knew this. He knew that it hurt her when people spoke rudely of her. And as she would punch their face, she really just wanted to be accepted, if not, then she would at least be respected.
He watched from across the room. She looked up, her eyes glaring at the world. But behind the glare, there was longing. There was sorrow. He saw this. Oh how he wished he could go to her and comfort her. To confess his love for her.
But no. she can never know, therefore she would never know. He was an invader. Invaders don't fall in love with… other beings. So if he just never admitted his feelings, it would be as if they were never there.
Her eyes met his and locked on them. What was that? A… smile…? And in her eyes… happiness…?
He looked away quickly. He probably just broke her. Again.
But she can't know. She can never know. He turned his attention to the beautifully drawn picture in his notebook. It was a picture of something that was never meant to be. Of something that never would be. Of Zim and Gaz.