AN: I'm actually happy with the way this turned out; something which doesn't happen to often with many of my stories. This was originally planned to be a One-shot but due to the gears twisting and turning in my head, I think I could maybe continue on with it; sequel perhaps? That of course all depends on reviews. So please, tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I'm clearly no Jhonen Vasquez and I sure don039;t own the IZ characters that I write about here. Song lyrics to "The perfect Girl" belong to Robert Smith and the Cure. By the by, you really don039;t want to sue me; you wouldn't get much at all.

1st person ZIM039;s perspective:

I hazily admired the way her silky purple striped dress flattered her body as she walked leisurely through the cafeteria. I had no idea humans could be so... so... attractive. No idea at all.

She was insanity itself. A sweet kind of insanity that would make anyone jump into the pits of hell willingly.

You're such a strange girl

I think you come from another world

You're such a strange girl

I really don't understand a word

I watched fixedly as she pulled out a brown lunch bag from her knapsack and sat a table across from me; sandwich in one hand, game-slave in the other. She never did take her eyes of that thing for a second. And I never took mine off her.

A twitch ran down my spine as the Dib creature shot a threatening glare at me while he joined at his sister's table.

I looked away, humiliated as I began to poke my disgusting plate of Earth food. A proud Irken Invader like me, falling for the enemy? The enemy's sister no-less! I closed my eyes and swallowed the tightening in my throat. It was bad enough being called "the short and earless green kid" but on top of everything else, juggle my horrific little crush too. What weak filth I had now been reduced to; this planet's left me soft.

I was suddenly rushed out of thought when the bell rung, indicating lunch was over. But I wasn't in the mood to go back to class. So I decided to leave early, take a walk, maybe even build some mechanical machine of DOOM to experiment on Dib later.

All truth be told though, I don't know why I even bother anymore. Six years on this filthy ball of dirt and still no news from the Irken armada; six long years and not even one single message from my tallest. Even if I did conquer Earth, what would happen then? I had already lost all contact with my home planet for well over 4 years now, and even the enslavement of the human race couldn't change that.

I left school just looking for somewhere to escape. Somewhere where no one would bother me; where I could think freely and sort out my thoughts.

Closing the iron fence gate behind me, I was shocked to find Gaz leaning against a tree, legs semi crossed, and violet eyes staring at me intently.

She held no expression; her face insensitively blank and closed off. Her eyes however were pulling me, pleading with me not to leave.

You're such a strange girl

I'd like to shake you around and around

All my problems were instantly forgotten suddenly, as part of Gaz made me know that I needed to stay there with her. The two of us would make small talk every now and again; mostly joke about her brother and the stupidity of all mankind. With time we began to say a bit more to each other. Our conversations soon grew to the point were Gaz would even stop playing her Game Slave (only for a little while of course). This time however, I could sense a more edgy tension between us.

Silently I approached and sat across from her on a bench. It was only then I realized that she held a cigarette in her hand.

Noticing my inquisitive look, Gaz put the smoke out; but not before sucking one last time at the end of the stick. Easily I could tell she was delaying the explanation; not wanting words to spill from her mouth.

"They're how I cope" She finally said, making sure to keep her focus on the asphalt road and not me. "Sometimes I just get, you know..." she breaks off searching for the right words. "Overwhelmed and anxious."

I nod waiting for her to go on.

"I used to think doing a drug was okay, but needing one to be this utterly demeaning weakness. Now look at me... pretty pathetic huh Zim?

You're such a strange girl

I'd like

To turn you

All upside down

I shook my head in disagreement, both eyes now fully locked onto hers. My knowledge of cigarettes or drugs in general had been limited. In short I knew nothing, minus the fact they were addicting and blah blah blah.

"You're no pushover Gaz, you can stop." I had hoped my feeble attempt at kind words would calm her down. Instead it only seemed to make matters worse.

"You know..." Gaz started "I loosely remember back when I was 10, and this stupid little dim-witted boy named Iggins told me'You need help.' And here I am now, years later, thinking maybe he was right."

Gaz's eyes sunk to the blacktop again as she tapped her feet lightly against its pavement. "Zim... You don't get it, I don't; I don't have any reason to quit." Spoken like a true nicotine junkie.

My heart sunk as she said those last few words; the entire time thinking why someone as wonderful, smart and beautiful as Gaz had to experience such unhappiness.

You're such a strange girl

The way you look like you do

She reached into her dress's pocket for another cigarette but my hand caught up with hers and pulled it away; throwing it in the opposite direction of her.

"Let me be your reason." I chose my words carefully; making sure to express just the right amount of concern and reassurance.

You're such a strange girl

I want to be with you

Gaz glanced up at that. This time with something in her eye; something like... hopefulness?

In an upsurge of urgency, I managed enough courage and raised my arms to embrace her. And she smiled. Actually fully heart-felt smiled; her eyes searing with such warmth I could hardly breathe.

"You know, for an alien invader set on world domination... your not half bad Zim." she laughed a little, as she lowered her lips on mine, mouthing out what I thought to be the words'I love you.'

The dizzying surge of happiness was more than weakening. She loved me! ME? No one ever cared about me like that. No one! Her compassion spilled over me like warm daylight as my hands embraced her face tenderly to a point I didn't even know what I was saying anymore; or even doing for that matter."I love you too Gaz... I always will."

I think I'm falling

I think I'm falling in

I think I'm falling in love with you

With you

END

AN: Okay, so Gaz and Zim defiantly seem a bit OOC. Not to mention I think I overdid it WAY to much on the fluff; especially the ending bit. I'm still not entirely sure which direction I should go with this or if I should even go in annother direction with this. So R-and-R if it's not too much trouble.