Author: Charlie
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Fandom: Invader ZIM
Pairing: Zim/Dib
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Zim, Dib and Gaz all belong to Johnen Vasquez. Lucky prick.
For: Mez. Merry christmas and much love! huggles (no minimum content here!)

"You filthy, disgusting worm baby!"

"You freakish green alien!"

"Huge headed scum!"

"Abomination to nature!"

And so it went, insults exchanged from the time the morning bell went until Dib and Zim finally parted at whoever's house they got to first. It had been going on for six years, and Gaz was thoroughly sick of her hi skool years being destroyed because of her stupid brother.

Dib turned and shook his fist at Zim as he disappeared into his strange house. "Well, that went well," he said, turning to Gaz.

She snorted. "Yeah. Whatever."

"People will never believe Zim's really an alien as long as we keep this up 'till graduation," Dib said smugly, and adjusted his glasses.

Gaz stopped walking. Her head turned, slowly, to look her brother in the eye. "What?" It sounded more like a threat than an actual question, although that wasn't completely unknown when it came to Gaz.

"Well," said Dib, completely not noticing the tone in her voice, "If someone were to even think that Zim's really an alien, they'd just listen to me mouthing off and dismiss it. I mean, who the hell would ever want to be seen agreeing with me?"

Gaz wrestled with her fury. She put up a token protest, and then let it win. "You mean to say," she said, deceptively calm, "That you and Zim have been putting on a little charade all these years?"

"Pretty clever, huh?"

"For how long?" Still in that eerily calm voice,

Dib hadn't picked up on anything. "Since that whole thing with Tak."

Gaz pulled her hands into fists. She belted Dib over the head with her skool bag, it's contents spilling onto the footpath. "You... you...," she spluttered. "There aren't enough words to describe how much I hate you right now."

As she stalked off, Dib rubbed his head. "What did I do?" he called after her.

Dib hoisted his skool bag over his shoulder and headed back up the street to Zim's house. Dodging the security gnomes, he rang the doorbell and was immediately flattened by a squealing GIR.

"Heya! Bring me any of those cheesy rings?" GIR squealed.

Dib took a bag from his backpack and tossed them to the hyperactive robot. GIR executed a backflip, catching the bag on the way down and saluted Dib when he landed on his feet. Then he tore the bag open and ran away, screaming again at the top of his metal lungs.

"What are you doing here?" Zim said when he caught sight of Dib in his living room. It wasn't unkind though, and it lacked the usual bite and venom of their loosely titled 'conversations' at the skool.

"Gaz got angry at me," Dib explained simply. "She hit me over the head with her bag and then went home. I honestly don't know what her problem is."

"She's jealous!" Zim announced, barely containing the glee in his voice.

"Jealous? Of what? The fact that everyone thinks we're retarded?"

"Stupid worm thing," Zim chastised. "The fact that you have ME! ZIM!" He broke out into a wave of maniacal laughter. Dib sighed and waited for it to ride out.

"You wish," Dib said, but as Zim shyly kissed his cheek, Dib couldn't keep the smile off his face.

As it turned out, Zim couldn't either.