Text-Files: The Lost Causes of a Broken Heart
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It's cute ZADR. :o
Disclaimer: None of the characters featured in this fic belong to me or any of the other writers. They all belong respectively to Jhonen Vasquiz
Author of this chapter: Silver-Renagade
CHAPTER 1: Of Fools and Folly
They had known each other for years. Zim always trying to destroy earth and Dib constantly foiling his plans. Yes, they knew each other so well, one could swear they were an item. Joined at the hip. Where one lead, the other always followed, often with a deadly laser under his shirt.
It was odd how their intense rivalry grew into an even more intense friendship. No, they weren't aware of how close they had become. How their usual bickers and attempts to kill each other had more become a giant game of cat-and-mouse. A twisted bout of tag where if you could catch the other, you'd earn bonus points in the form of recognition.
Within the past year, however, Zim had started to "liven" things up a bit. Dib had began to grow bored of their games, favoring instead the girlish wiles of teenage females. Angered, Zim had come up with a plan that would make their games "interesting" again.
Instead of water balloons and laser beams, Zim's first attack in over a week was surprising even to the student body who ALL knew he was about as strait as a pretzel. Zim marched up to Dib and stood face to face with him in the hall, blocking the teen's usual path and, in one swift movement, grabbed a hold of his shirt as though he was about to beat the shit out of the angst-ridden teen. What followed, however, was no fist but the warm lips of the Irken pressed against Dib's own pale mouth.
Widened eyes and stifled giggles followed as they stood like that, locked in a kiss, for over three minutes. What Zim hadn't counted on was awakening Dib's own side of the rainbow with that one simple kiss. Yes, that small gesture was the key to unlocking a whole new ballgame, this time no rules applies.
So now we turn to the present day. Dib Membrane and Zim are now in hi skool, still playing their games of cat-and-mouse only this time it's mashed together with seven seconds in heaven, and our little Irken hero just hit the baseball into left field as he began to run towards first base...
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Stealthy Irken legs led the teen to Dib's locker. He'd seen this ritual done plenty of times before, so he knew how to execute it perfectly. Pulling the letter from his pocket, he slipped it into the locker before him then ran off to class.
It was a painful hour of class and hour of lunch. Zim wasn't sure if his irken patience could handle it for much longer. But he had to endure. He had no choice. The Dib didn't check his locker until after lunch so he could exchange the books from his previous classes with the ones for his next classes. He was worried that maybe his message would be too unclear for the Dib to understand. Maybe he would confuse it with one from a girl!
The Irken was now having second thoughts and once the lunch bell rang, he was on his feet and running for that familiar locker. Sadly though, the Dib had beaten him to it. He watched in anguish as nimble hands fingered the love letter in his hands, a surprised look on his face.
Zim bit his tongue as he watched those fingers open the envelope and those amber eyes scan the words written there.
Dib-
I don't know how to say this, so I'm going to be very blunt. Forgive me if it makes you confused or anything.
I love you.
Now I'm not good at this but---(these words are illegible as they are furiously scribbled out)---I just want---(more scribbles)---you---(scribble scribble scribble)---so please love me too.
(The next part is slightly scribbled out, but still legible)Love, Zim!! I mean, anonymous.
Dib just stood there, unsure of what to think. That name looked an awful lot like "Zim" to him. He turned to stare at the Irken, unable to find any words to speak. Kicking himself mentally, he watched the Irken blush and run down the hall. He frowned. Should he follow him? But what would he say...?