I drew a picture and had to come up with an excuse to why Dib lacked his signature eyewear. This all just one big ol' excuse for me being lazy :D I'm putting way to much effort into being lazy.

Disclaimer: If I owned Invader Zim, do you think I'd be here writing this poop? Nope.

Contacts: Ch. 1 What the hell, earth-boy?

"Did you hear Dib got contacts," the same tidbit of gossip floated through the halls and cafeteria at Skool that day. It was started to annoy Zim. Actually any mention of the Dib-beast's name grated on his last nerve. Don't they know he has to deal with it reverberating around his own head all day long? The Dib was always there, always present, a constant ache in his side, a bug he couldn't squish.

Then he saw him, out on the sidewalk after Skool. The Dib, without his signature glasses. He looked like a brand that had lost it's trademark. He looked different, not bad different, different in a good way. A really good way. NO. He did not look good, there is no way in the world that the Dib-stink could look good. Ever. In fact, he doesn't even look different. It's the same old pitiful, human filth that it has always been.

"Hey! Alien scum! Didja hear the news?" The grating voice of the gossip's mainstream phenomenon filled Zim's head. He looked up, face inches away from the pitiful hyuman.

"Of course, stinking hyuman. That's all the worm-babies have been able to vomit all over each other all day," Zim took a step back, Dib took a step forward. What's the earth-monkey's problem?

"Y'know, without those glasses it's gonna be a hell of a lot easier to fight you. They would always slip off or fog up, but not anymore. And I look good, right?"

"The loss of your eye junk will not improve your shameful fighting skills, or should I say lack of skills. And I don't see a difference, you look like the same old Dib-stink."

"Oh really? Look closer," Dib moved his face dangerously close to Zim's, the alien didn't flinch, he didn't want to show the filthy human garbage how tense he was or how fast his squeedly-spooch was beating. He did look good, so good. NO!

"Filth", Zim spat out, turning his head.

"Look closer," before Zim could react, Dib's arm shot behind the alien and pulled him close, too close, bodies touching, faces almost colliding. With a devilish grin he continued, "Can you see it now?"

"Pig," Zim squeaked out, shaking his head slightly, feeling his face heat up.

"Oh well, guess you're as blind as you've always been," Dib let go of Zim and walked away, humming an oddly familiar tune. Zim stood in a stupor. What the hell was wrong with him?

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I might continue, dunno, need reviews and ideas. And I'll draw more ZADR love doodlies. Oh, and Dib's humming the Invader Zim opening song. :D

I wouldn't mind a beta for later chapters, that I may or may not write :/