A few months ago, if anyone saw Zim and Dib standing by their locker, talking and laughing with each other as if they'd been best friends all along, they'd sign themselves into a mental institution because that's the most unreal, that-could-never-ever-EVER-happen kind of thing possible in Hi Skool; even more unbelievable than the rumor of the principle being a psychotic murderer.

But there it was, plain as day.

"I've actually wanted to go to Scotland for a while, mostly to catch Nessie," Dib stated offhandedly, opening his backpack and unloading binders into his locker. Zim glared.

"Who is this 'Nessie' and what relation does she have to you?" he questioned, glaring lightly as Dib pulled his trench coat out of his locker; the days had been getting colder, so the heating in skool was cranked, forcing him to leave his coat during class.

"Nessie is a nickname for the Loch ness Monster; also known as, nothing you have to worry about," Dib chuckled, pulling up the zipper.

"Do not mock Zim's amazingness, human!" the alien snapped.

"You're kind of making it hard by thinking that I'm going to cheat on you with every paranormal phenomenon I'm investigating." He closed the locker and hoisted the bag onto his back.

"I don't believe you too stupid to cheat," Zim smirked. Dib raised an eyebrow, inquiringly, as they walked towards the cafeteria.

"And why would that be?" he asked, slightly cautious. The alien's expression changed from mischievously evil to that of sudden seduction, eyelids drooped and a lazy smile crawling on his lips.

"Maybe I'll show you if you come to my lab after skool," he murmured sensually. A shiver crawled up Dib's spine; those delicious words that floated from his alien lover's lips were enough to paint a faint blush across Dib's naturally pale cheeks. Zim chuckled lowly.

"Your reactions to simply my words are enough proof of my ownership over you, Dib-love," the green boy said as they sat in the empty table in the corner, side by side. Dib pressed his cold hand against his warm cheek, giving the alien a half-hearted glare; he knew Zim was right but just wouldn't admit it. To anyone but himself, that is.

Zim grinned suddenly. "Of course, your reaction to this is much more amusing!" Before Dib could ask what this was, or run away for that matter, a three-fingered glove suddenly groped the front of his pants, rubbing. His face shot up a hundred degrees, throat closed, and mindlessly stuttering the attackers' name.

"Z-ZIM!" he gasped, jumping a decent height off the table chair and away from the alien molester. Said alien was smirking smugly, triumphantly also, at his red-faced human.

"By the fact I'm still alive, I can tell you like it more than deny so," he grinned. Dib glared at his perverted boyfriend, panting and trying to cool his face down. A few moments later, he let out a deep sigh, looking around the cafeteria at the other students before concluding no one had seen what just happened and moving back to beside Zim.

"Zim, we have to talk about something called 'personal space'," Dib started. Zim waved him off.

"You have no such thing; this person space of yours is also mine," he stated, leaving no room for argument. Dib sighed.

"But you can't just do that anywhere!"

"Oh? And why not?" he challenged, arms crossed. Dib rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Uh, w-well, it's kind of something you can't really do in public! It's – ugh, why do I have to explain it – its private!" Dib exasperated. Zim rolled his eyes but Dib continued. "Just because you think it's fine, doesn't mean it is. There are certain things most people keep behind closed doors."

"But you belong to ME! Why should I let some stupid human rule prevent me from playing with what is mine?" he complained, some-what whiney. Dib groaned, finding it impossible to argue with the alien.

"It's just how society is! Like how your planet has a hierarchy based on height, that's just how it is!" Dib reasoned. Zim looked thoughtful for a moment, leading Dib to prompt anouther question. "Speaking of your planet, I haven't seen you wear your uniform for the longest time."

Zim snapped out of thought, looking down at his outfit of the day; black hoodie with dark blue baggy jeans. His shoes were also black, with a skater style to them. He shrugged.

"Like I've told you before, helps me blend in more. I've not been questioned by any of the other filthy children about never changing uniform since I started wearing these; although, your filthy species know nothing of comfort when it comes to leg wear," he complained, fisting the denim over his knees. Dib smiled softly.

"It depends on the brand. I'll help you find a fitting pair, if you want," he offered. Zim looked slightly suspicious.

"I suppose…" he drawled out slowly, releasing the fabric. Dib chuckled before pulling out the binder from his bag, mindlessly scanning the contents within. Zim, realizing he was no longer the centre of his human's attention, pulled out a bag of Irken chip-like snacks, cleverly disguised to look like normal human chips (ingeniously, he taped a piece of paper to the side that said, 'this is NOT alien food'), and munched on them slowly while reading over his mate's shoulder.

'The playing chips of a board game are stored in cylindrical plastic cases. The plastic cases have a volume of 25120mm cubed and a diameter of 40mm. What is the height of one playing chip if 50 playing chips can fit tightly into the plastic case?' Zim scoffed.

"What kind of situation would you have to be in to use this kind of calculation? It's completely overworking to figure that out!" he complained, while Dib started writing out his formula on the sheet.

"Well, I don't see you answering it anytime soon," he murmured. Zim glared.

"Rounded off, the answer is 20mm," Zim retorted. Dib glanced at the alien before going back and finding himself with the same answer, double checking to be sure.

"How the hell did you figure it out that fast?" Zim smiled smugly at Dib's reaction.

"It's your species that constantly refers to us as intelligent life among the stars; you figure it out."

"Huh," Dib muttered before returning to his work. Zim happily munched on anouther chip and the two sat in a comfortable silence before the green boy suddenly jumped underneath the table in a rush. Adjusting his glasses, Dib looked down at him, amused yet confused.

"Uh, Zim? Something wrong?" The only answer he got was a finger pointing out toward the crowd. Dib followed the direction straight to a small teen adorned in a childish blue unicorn shirt with orangey ginger hair; the raven haired teen recognized the ginger immediately.

"Hm? Keef?" he asked, looking back down at the cowering alien, who nodded. "What's the problem? He's been in the same skool as us since sixth grade." Zim glared, grabbing Dib's collar so that he was under the table with him too.

"You do not understand the direness of this situation!" he hissed. "Yesterday, the squirrel he stalked for the past four years because he was my bestest friend was run over by a car so now he's going back to look for me since his robot eyes reset when that happened!" They stared in a confused silence before Dib ended it.

"Clarify please," he asked, swatting the green hand from his collar. The pair crouched under the table, watching Keef look around the room like he was searching for someone.

"Okay, to make myself invisible to the miserable humans, I made Keef my bestest friend but, he didn't listen to me when I told him he was fired, so I reset his mind to think that a squirrel was actually me," Zim explained. "But, now that that squirrel is dead, he's looking for the original again."

"Okay, that makes sense… sorta," Dib said, chuckling slightly. "Anyways, he wouldn't remember something like that; he's probably forgotten about it by now." Dib gripped the sleeve of Zim's hoodie, coaxing him to sit back on the bench part so he could work. With a slight sigh, Zim sat up, hunching over slightly to appear smaller.

"Relax Zim," Dib said soothingly, picking up his pencil and working again. After ten minutes, the alien loosened his tensed shoulders and full out relaxed after five more minutes, choosing to watch Dib work.

"ZIIIIIIMMMMMMMMM!" Dib and Zim jumped when they heard the screech from behind them, the Irken PAK automatically emitting a shield to defend the alien from the red eyed ginger that tried to jump on him in a hug.

"What the hell!" Zim gasped as Keef slowly slid down the shield to the floor. No longer seeing any threat, the shield dispelled and Keef embraced the alien in a bear cuddle, pressing his cheek against the alien's.

"Oh my god, Zim! You're alive!" he cheered, Dib watching the scene with wide eyes. "I could've sworn you got hit by a car this morning! I just gave you some of those acorns you love and then you ran and the car came out of nowhere! I was so scared!" Zim, by now, had gotten over his shock and was trying to pry the boy away, clawing at his shoulders.

"GET OFF OF ME! FILTHY HUMAN!" he screamed, pushing the ginger away. Keef looked confused, hurt even.

"Zim? What's wrong? You don't usually act like this," he stated, reaching toward the alien. Zim, in turn, hid behind Dib, glaring at the human from around his mate.

"Go away, insolent fool! I want nothing to do with you! BEGONE!" the alien commanded dramatically.

"Jeez, yelling in my ear much," Dib muttered. Keef glanced between Zim and the raven haired teen, eyes swelling with tears.

"Y-You… But, we were bestest friends! You can't just leave me like this!" Keef cried. "Why, Zim! Is there somebody else! Is it this guy!" Suddenly, Dib had been brought into the conflict. Shit, he thought.

"There was NEVER any friendship between me, the great ZIM, and a lowly, pathetic human like you!" Suddenly, Keef's large sad eyes went from groveling grief to raging fury as he looked at Dib.

"YOU did something to him, didn't you!" he accused. "He must've gotten amnesia and then you abducted him! You brainwashed him!"

"What?" Dib asked, a single eyebrow raised.

"DON'T PRETEND YOU DON'T KNOW!" Keef exploded, tears running down his face. "I promise Zim, I'll get you back to how you were before! You'll remember everything! And YOU," he looked back at Dib, red eyes narrowing, "you'll pay for trying to come between me and Zim's friendship! It's not that easy to break up bestest friends!" And, with that final threat, Keef ran out of the lunch room, leaving the watching crowd to murmur.

"Were Zim and Keef a thing or something?"

"He always seemed to a squirrel fetish…"

"I wanted to see Keef and Dib bitch fight."

Dib sighed as Zim sat back down beside him.

"Well, I think that went well!" Zim announced after a moment of silence. Dib glanced at him before going back to work.

"Let's hope so."

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*la gasp* A sequel? YES! Am I back! I DON'T KNOW!

Sorry, I was just browsing and noticed I had this so I wanted to post it… Yes, Keef is going to be quite bitchy throughout this story (he is a main part, YES) and I'm probably going to apologize over and over for putting these things up late but… sigh.

Yeah, the long absence was on account of unmotivativeness… if that's not a word, IT IS NOW! Anyhow, I should be studying for exams but, taking time out of my busy schedule to satisfy you people of the webz is my selfless act of the day. WHEEE!

Lexi XP