Love: or something like that

Haha another story for you guys, my first Invader Zim fic, I do not own a Nintendo DS lite, Invader Zim JTHM or anything besides military propaganda. Enjoy, oh and warning for slash, uh.. alien ethics, and some other stuff.

Dib turned, the metropolis that is the mall swirling in a blinding mass of colors, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at the sensory overload. Smells, colors, and the heavy feeling you get in a crowd that makes you insignificant.

Stepping lightly he's walking towards the nearest book store, Gaz wants a new cheat book. I can see her now, sitting in the living room, with a sodding iron working on her DS lite.

There it is, right here in front of me; I can't believe it, Dr. Membrane said that the Irken's leaders, the tallest were visiting, but I never expected to run into one. He, well according to the reports, that's what males are supposed to look like. Red eyes, skin an unearthly shade of green, three claws, a metal pak-sandard issue strait ante.

Cussing, in front of the water fountain is an Irken.

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Blinking owlishly, Dib clears his head, he's heading home now, it's a good thing everyone didn't think he was insane as they thought he was. When the aliens had openly presented themselves to the Earth-world it brought a huge slump of skeptics to a screeching halt, for a few days there the many aliens went and apologized to those who had believed, one-by-one: in the middle of the super market, a ship-load of aliens congratulated Dib for believing for so long and not giving up despite the implications of insanity and the such.

School had actually become bearable, Gaz congratulated him and opened up a bit:

"wha?"

"I said congradulations" his purple haired sister looked up from her gameslave, "besides, if the apocalypse is coming I want to be on some god's good side."

"…"

Wow I've been spacing out a lot, is this what happy people do?

By now, the Irken had left the fountain, quickly stepping from the now crater-fountain on spider-leg like appendages that streamed from his pak.

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The hot air wavered in the living room, maybe it hadn't been a good idea to set up the blowtorch as a backup in here. Gaz peels the sweaty black shirt off, the white wife beater stuck just as clammily to her skin. The couch is cool, and before she knows it, Gaz has fallen asleep, the flame blinking an intangible blue.

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End note: holy shit I love this fic, I waited awhile and forgot about it then when I reread it I was like OMFG :P if I get a review I'll give you chapter 2.