A/N: REVIEW PLZ!!! Give opinions pple!!! D: oh yeah… ZADR! So be warned. No likey no ready. I don't tolerate flamers who wish to demonstrate their ineptitude.
Forever
By Gedatsu-Kitteh
It was Thursday. And it was raining. Or drizzling rather. And he hadn't bathed in paste. The foolish weather-drone had been wrong YET again and had subjected him to this watery discomfort.
He growled as he dodged the few threatening drops of H2O.
Across the street the crazy kid and his spooky sister strolled side by side. The boy's eyes never leaving the figure across the street- who was now running around in circles cursing the sky. He smirked. It was these little moments in life that he cherished. It was almost as if things had gone back to being the same.
Artificial purple gaze met lens-covered honey-brown.
The violet darted around its pinkish terrain desperate for a taste of sweet honey-brown. And if they weren't so ugly and alien he would have said they were beautiful.
Zim had some how ended up in the middle of the road and was now standing still. Occasionally little wisps of steam would emit from his figure.
This happened everyday. One would stop to stare, and the other would stare right back. Their relationship had changed somewhat over the 3 years they'd known one another.
Their fights weren't about anything in specific anymore like they had been. Now it was just accusing the other of being stupid… or in Dib's case, big-headed and smelly. If you watched closely everyday you could tell their hearts were never into anything they said or did anymore. And if you'd looked into their eyes, not just looked, but really, REALLY looked, you could see that the flame had gone out.
Time and coming of age eroded away the fire like passion between the two adversaries.
It was almost as if deep down Dib didn't care anymore. He was tired of caring. There had been a mistake. He was too young and burned out to fast. There was something over these years that he'd lost, and he hadn't a clue to what it was. All he knew was that he felt empty and purposeless.
Zim would reluctantly admit that of all the hundreds years he'd lived, these 3 had taught him the most. The funny thing was, he hadn't a clue to what he had discovered. All he knew was that it was Dib's fault.
Ever since he just stopped caring something didn't feel right. In the beginning Zim panicked without really understanding why, and had suddenly felt the urge to try VERY hard to complete the mission he'd been putting off for years. Every time though, Dib would stop him, and instead of ranting with victory, he'd simply turn on his heels and walk away.
Zim had never cried before that. He'd never felt that tugging in his chest before. That tugging had taught him a great deal, and somehow he felt wiser.
But because he was who he was he refused to acknowledge it. Filthy emotions taught you NOTHING of value. And Zim… just never knew when to quit.
Their rolls in fights now reversed and Zim became the instigator egging him on desperate for anything but an artificial reaction.
If he wasn't void of all logic he probably would have accepted the situation and moved on, perhaps even taken over Earth.
But Zim wasn't like Dib, and he refused to grow up.
Dib smirked and turned beginning to walk away. His sister had already ditched him. He sighed. So much for being patient.
He saw the little alien out of the corner of his eye. The green boy gaped at him, eyes shuffling nervously searching desperately for some kind of solution; something to say to keep Dib from leaving. And before he even new what he was thinking, it escaped his mouth.
And he knew Dib heard because there was a sudden pause in his step; no matter how slight. But he didn't turn. He kept walking.
Zim placed his gaze on his boots. It was a stupid thing to say:
"I love you."
A/N: I hate this. SO MUCH. OMG HATEHATEHATE!!! D I can't do ZADR with out making Zim OOC. Grr. -- constructive crit plz.