School and the Note

I've been away in Kentucky where there's no internet so that's why it's taken me so long to write this chapter...fyi

Pairing:ZADR(Zim and Dib romance)

At 6:55am Zim had finally gotten his dysfunctional SIR unit to stop wreaking havoc on what was left of his kitchen. Right at the moment the robot in question was flipping pancakes and trying to convince his master to have a plate full.

"I do not want any of this 'pancake' that you are cooking" stated Zim.

"But their not just pancakes" replied GIR. If Zim had eyebrows he was sure one of them would rise in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Their chocolate chip pancakes!" the robot yelled. Zim's imaginary eyebrow raised higher "cho-co-late chip?" he questioned.

"Oh boy! Chocolate chip" exclaimed a voice behind them. Zim turned around to see Dib standing in the doorway of the elevator looking very handsome in his usual gothic attire. Zim smiled at the sight of him but questioned "You know of this chocolate chip?"

"Well" Dib said while sitting down right next to Zim at the table "Before my mom past away she used to make them all the time but after her death and dad being...dad we never had them again"

"And their good?" asked Zim.

"They were excellent" replied Dib. Zim smirked while stating "Well if my angel likes them then I shall have them too." Dib blushed at Zim's favorite nickname for him but his smile grew as GIR brought him an entire stack of luscious and chocolately smelling pancakes with a couple of gallons of syrup poured on them. He carefully picked up his fork and knife and cut into the deliciousness. He cut out a tiny piece of one of them and plucked it into his mouth. Dib just had to moan at the tasteyness that swept over his taste buds not even noticing how close Zim was getting to him.

Dib felt his head being turned to the right and saw Zim sitting there with the biggest grin on his face. He swallowed his mouthfull as Zim pulled himself closer while whispering "Let me try" Without warning Zim plunged his mouth onto the others while teasing his lips apart. Dib quickly opened his mouth allowing Zim to slip his thin yet seductive tongue into his cavern tasting every corner all the while tasting his fair share of the pancake goodness. Zim's tongue slipped over Dib's tasting the syrup that still lingered as he heard him moan loudly. Dib's surprise quickly faded as his tongue began to battle with the other. The kiss intensified so much that they both slipped out of their chairs and landed on the floor...all while not breaking lip contact. Dib somehow managed to land on top and took the liberty of taking dominance over the kiss. Zim slowly ran his claw like fingers down Dib's spine making him slightly gasp. Dib then lifted his hand to stroke the others antenna making the green one of the two moan even louder. Zim rolled over to where he was finally on top and separated their lips from each other(finally I bet you were wondering 'Don't they need to breathe?'). They both gained 2 seconds of breath before their lips tackled each other again but this time Zim made sure he was dominant. His hand made it's way under Dib's shirt and began to explore his torso. This time it was Dib who moaned louder while a burst of pleasure shot through his body. Things would've gone a whole lot farther if a certain SIR unit didn't interrupt them by yelling "Are you gonna finish your pancakes!?!?!?!"(Sweet innocent GIR)

They finally parted after oxygen was needed again but even breathing heavy Zim still had a smirk on. "Hm tasty" he simply stated. Gir dropped a load onto his plate before dropping some onto his own. The rest of the breakfast was spent by Dib and Zim talking about random stuff and listening to GIRs sloppy eating noises.

But after breakfast Zim put on his usual disguise, that had actually changed over the years, back on and put the finishing touches on his look. When Dib looked over he couldn't imagine of ever thinking that Zim wasn't H-O-T HOT. He saw Zim's new disguise with the longer black hair almost touching his shoulder that was slightly more spikier and his salmon contacts that weren't scratchy anymore! Zim putt on his black gloves and chained black boots that reached up halfway up his shin while throwing on a black leather vest with lots of chains letting the sleeves of his Him t-shirt escape. He zipped up the vest halfway and let his dogtag rest right above the zipper and looked over to see Dib checking him out.

Zim looked over to see Dib in baggy black jeans with two pockets on each leg with his unique black trench coat covering his dark blue t-shirt. On his neck he wore a black choker with spikes. His scythe of a hair piece was alot longer then it used to be so now it dangled over his back reaching the bottom of his shoulder blades. He still had glasses since he didn't like contacts for 3 reasons. #1 They were out of his budget(meaning they were expensive) #2 He didn't like his eyes being so itchy(he could see why Zim hated his old contacts) and #3 He thought they were annoying(he didn't like the thought of putting them in then taking them back out then putting a new set in then taking those out and etc.)

The clock showed 7:32am as they finally finished their wardrobes and headed out the door towards the hell called school. Zim and Dib shared a nice conversation exploring the theory's of time and space while they walked to their deaths(sarcasm). They reached the front lawn of their high school and gazed at its beauty...actually they shuddered in fear but whatever.

Not wanting any extra attention they quickly made their way through the double doors ignoring all the other pre-adult monsters. When they got into the main hallway both noticed they still had 12 minutes left so they picked a vacant bench near Dib's homeroom and sat close to each other but not too close so that people would start asking questions. "I hate that we don't have our first 2 periods together" said Zim.

"Yeah" Dib replied gloomy "but we're together for the rest of the day" he went so far as putting his arm around the others shoulder and resisted the urge to kiss away the small yet cute pout that was displayed on Zim's face. But his pout quickly faded with a smile to replace it.

Dib, somewhat nervously, pulled out a folded piece of paper and took a deep breath. 'Breathe Dib, breathe' he thought. Zim noticed the folded paper quickly and threw a curious glance towards Dib. "Here Zim" said Dib while reaching the hand with the note towards Zim "I want you to read this." Zim stretched his arm to grab the paper but before he could he heard Dib say "but promise you won't read it till you get into class."

Zim was very confused by now but he nodded and put the note in his pocket on his vest to confirm his promise. Suddenly the intercom came on and what sounded like a very drunken principle said "5 minutes-hic-till the Nation-hic-al anthem."

"Remind me again why this National Anthem is so important" questioned Zim.

"Well, the National Anthem is the thing that reminds us everyday of how long ago we had to fight for our freedom and that we need to remember all the people who died and risked their lives just for us(cue fireworks)." replied Dib. Zim just sat there blinking still trying to decipher what he had said.

Dib sighed "Actually it's just a way to really annoy kids and give the teachers a sense of authority since they can make us stand up."

"That's not really what I don't get" replied Zim.

"What is?'' asked Dib.

"Why do you place your hand right there" Zim said while pointing towards Dib's abdomen "Isn't that where your stomach is?"

"Yeah, we used to put our hands on our hearts but then some woman a long time ago named Hilary Clinton came out to the public one day and did an entire 5 hour speech about how we should put our hands on our stomachs instead and since everyone was dying of boredom they just went with her demands to make her shut up." explained Dib.

"I still don't get it" said Zim with a confused expression.

"They have the speech on DVD now if you wanna buy it for 2 payments of $29.95" replied Dib.

"I'd rather not" stated Zim. It was then that the intercom came on again with the drunken principle saying "2-hic-minutes left until-hic-National Anthem." Zim sighed standing up while saying "I'd better get to my 1st period." Dib nodded and again had to resist the urge to kiss off the cute pout that Zim had seemed to master. While no one was looking they gave each other a quick record time hug and Zim ran towards his 1st period.

Dib watched Zim ran as he stood up himself and couldn't help but feel nervous. Would Zim like what he wrote him? Would he hate it? Would he hate him till they both died or he went away forever leaving him alone in this God-forsaken world till he finally cracked and commit suicide at the age of 26 while leading a not so successful life of trying to convince people the end of the world was coming.

Dib shook his head. 'And I call him a drama queen' he thought.

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There! Done with the 2nd chappie. Vote now! Do you want me to start the next chapter with Dib being all nervous about his note or Zim reading the note. Vote! Oh and tell me how I did on my kissing scene. I've never really written one that was actually graphic before so if any of you have any tips that'd be great. Thanx for reading! Oh and your probably wondering about the whole national anthem situation I put in there...well I was actually thinking about the episode where Tak came into the series and in that episode it was valentines day but instead of giving out cards and candy they gave each other meat...well in this chappie I wanted Zim to ask about the national anthem since he's a alien and all but I wanted to do something stupid to it so i thought heart...stomach...heart...stomach. , and then i thought 'what political person do i hate most and i immeaditly came up with hilary clinton, so that's it!

Me:Poor Zim and Dibby, they can't make out while everyone's watching smirk

Zim:glares:I hate you

Me: You know you love me!:hugs him

Dib:sniff: I thought you loved me!runs off

Zim:Wait! I do love you!:runs too

Me:angsty:smirck: see ya!