It should have been one of those normal days. GIR would have woken Skoodge up first with a loud screech for bacon while Zim, down the hall snuggled in his warm bed sheets, would give a chuckle, having already been awake for the last ten to fifteen minutes.
He would then toss himself over and wait for the smell of breakfast to waft itself from the kitchen to his room. Zim would then kick off his covers with a grunt and change into his invader uniform, pulling his shirt down with satisfaction.
It was a normal day.
As soon as Zim entered the kitchen he would sit himself into one of the chairs, poke his cereal, deciding that he didn't want the Earth food and would begin to head for the door, only to be stopped by Skoodge, who would toss him his disguise with a swift motion.
Just another normal day.
The walk to school would either be two things: one, so uneventful that upon arrival to Zim's destination, the invader would want to punch somebody, or two, so eventful that upon arrival to said school, Zim would be as close to happiness as someone could get. But the events were rare and so was Zim's happy emotion.
A horrible Earth day.
The walk for Zim on this day was very uneventful and made a mental note to hit a random student for it. Zim would then feel the stare of Dib, his arch nemesis, from somewhere on the playground. But he would pay little attention to it and continue his proud Irken march to class, taking his seat before the bell rang.
As normal as the Earth is round.
Ms. Bitters would begin her drabble about doom and this was the time Zim would let his mind wander, thinking of the Dib's sudden and horrible demise or the rise of his triumph over mankind. Either thought was a pleasant one, and before Zim could say cottage cheese, it would be three o'clock and time for him, as well as the rest of his classmates, to go home.
As normal as the sky is blue.
The trip back to Zim's house would also be either uneventful or incredibly eventful. But this trip, too, was a long and boring one, and Zim would just have to cope with it until he was able to get home and relax after a long day of uneventful doom.
As normal as the sea is vast.
As Zim opened the door to his house and began to walk in, GIR shot out of nowhere and out of the house, screaming insanely. The force of GIR's sudden outburst of energy had Zim falling back into his base, but he was caught by open arms.
But not everything is as they seem.
Zim blinked and looked up, staring into Skoodge's wide-eyed face. Zim angrily pulled himself to his feet and slammed the door, muttering about how he could have taken care of himself. But when he looked back up into Skoodge's face, he noticed the deep red blush slowly filling out the Irken's skin pigmentation.
It could seem so normal.
Zim pulled off his wigs and contacts cautiously and set them on the stand next to the couch, all the while not taking his eyes off Skoodge. The invader gulped and cupped his hands behind his back, trying to think of other thoughts rather than the ones he was having now.
But then you realize…
Zim glared and walked right up to Skoodge, hardly giving him room to breath as he spoke, " Skoodge," he said simply, " why are you blushing?"
… this day was different…
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