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A/n: Howdy! I finally got around to writing ZASR, which I've been dying to write for ages, since it's my OTP, so yay! If you can't figure it out by the end, this takes place back in the academy.
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The moment he sees him-he knows.
The exact second that he catches his eye-he knows.
The minute after he walks pass him-he knows.
He knows that he is in love.
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The moment he gets his room number-he knows.
The second he finds he is his roommate-he knows.
The minute he extends his hand in friendship-he knows.
He knows that it is destiny.
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He knows that what he is feeling is wrong-he knows that for sure.
Love is not forbidden, but acting on that love is-sadly he knows.
He knows, but he doesn't care.
Because he knows it is love, and that's all that matters.
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Once, when he comes back to his room, after classes-he finds him, sprawled on his bed, laying luxuriously.
He wants him-he wants him so bad. It scares him-how much he wants him.
He has to get out-he can't handle it.
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He needs to get this off his chest-he needs to find a confidant.
He ambles through the hallways-searching for a way to get rid himself of these feelings.
He stops and sits on the cold metal floor. He looks down, looking at his reflection on the floor.
He sighs.
He knows the only way to rid himself of these feelings is to confess them.
That scares him more than anything.
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When he returns, he finds him sleeping.
He doesn't want to wake him, so he treads as softly as he can.
At his bed, he turns and smiles softly at him.
He knows he has the courage to confess.
He just needs to find it.
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He wakes up late.
He rushes around the room, grabbing things, placing things somewhere, and, occasionally, tossing things around, in an erratic tizzy.
He freezes, noticing him sitting on his bed, amused smile playing on his lips.
"Classes are cancelled today," he states simply, his smile turning into a smirk.
He drops what he is doing and says "Oh," in a rather stupid manner.
He walks toward his bed and faces him. "Why?"
His shoulders move up and down in a shrug.
He stretches.
He licks his lips as lean, toned body is exposed.
"What?" he asks innocently.
If things keep going as they were going now, he might not be able to control himself.
He smirks again. "Do you find Zim sexy?"
He blushes and turns his head away, mumbling a barely audible "Yes," that he thinks only he could hear.
He was wrong.
He laughs. "Silly Skoodge."
He stands and walks toward his bed, leaning forward, so that his mouth is next to his antenna. "Is there something you would like to tell me?"
He swallows. He opens his mouth to say something, but no sound comes out. Instead, he shakes his head 'no'.
He pulls away, seemingly put out.
He goes to walk away, but he grabs his wrist and pulls him down again, this time, for a long, deep kiss.
At first he is still, too shocked to respond. But soon, he recovers and responds vigorously, taking over the kiss.
They break apart; panting.
"I love you, Zim," he says, when his breathing calms.
"I know. Zim always knew."
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In the years that followed-he still knew.
Every moment that they spent together-he still knew.
Every second that he touched his skin-he still knew.
Every minute that he thought about him-he knew.
He knew that he was in love-and he was loved back.
And that's the way it will always be.
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End Notes: WOO! Finally finished this story. I love this story. It's awesome —Ego trippin'. Anyway, if you haven't been able to figure it out by now, he is Skoodge and he is Zim. Please remember to leave a review or something. Peace!
