I bet everyone knows Gaz's secret! But NO ONE will predict the coming... MUAHHAAHAH!
Sadly... as you noticed, I will not show Gaz and Zim's wedding. There might be flash backs, but never the full thing. Why? We all know I'm a freggin meanie. ;3
**BRE'S POV**
I was walking down the hall with my books. I could feel the judgmental eyes watching me spitting their comments that I did not request. I reached my locker setting my books inside. I closed the locker door to see Rider leaning against the locker next to mine. He was smiling like he just got away with kicking a blind annoying child.
I smirked at his ridiculous smile. "What?" I asked. "Come with me!" He ordered with eagerness pulling his lips into a smile. "It's the middle of-" I was cut off by him grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the skool.
He dragged me to the woods. "What on Irk are we doing out here?" I asked. He searched his hoody's pocket and pulled out something that scared me.
"RIDER WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN?!" I shouted. His eyes widened at my outburst. He covered my mouth. "You want me to be thrown in jail?!" He snapped whispering. He removed his hands. "I found it in my mom's room. I brought it to try it out!" I rose a brow. "You are freggin insane." I commented. "Yes... yes I am. Now come here!" He ordered.
He put the gun in my hands. "Aim at... that tree." He requested. I bit my lip and closed an eye getting a better aim. I pulled the trigger hearing nothing. I looked at the gun. "I put something on it so no one could hear the shot."
I made an, "ah." noise in understanding. He looked at my target. "Nailed it." He chuckled. He looked at me. "Since when have you been good with a gun?" he asked. I handed him his gun. "I'm good with any weapon. It's just implanted in my brain." "Why?" I felt my muscles tighten. "Because the tallests wanted me to be their personal bounty hunter." I spat attempting to not seem raged.
He felt the anger and dropped the topic. We changed our attention to the squeal of a young adult. We ran in the direction. Rider hid his gun in his butt pocket. We came up to the side walk seeing a teenage boy standing there with fear on his face as a Rottweiler growled at him preparing to pounce.
"Hey! That dog beast is going to attack that guy!" I remarked.
The teenage boy had shaggy hair that was like Rider's old hair, except more edgy; he was wearing a black t-shirt that had white writing on it saying, "Asking Alexandra.", he also wore black skinny jeans and black combat boots. He looked like he could beat the dog, but for some reason he was acting like... a wimp.
"We gotta help him!" I ordered. Rider smirked. "Go gettem' Wonder Woman." He laughed. "I know not of this Wonder Woman, but I will save that guy!" I added. I ran across the street to the boy and the dog. The dog stopped growling at him and looked at me. It was starting it's growl. I bared my teeth letting out a ferocious growl. The dog whimpered and ran with it's tail between it's legs.
I smirked at my accomplishment. I turned to the boy. His fear slyly eased. "You okay? Hey... you look my age!" I exclaimed. "I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" He whined. I rose a brow. "Huh? No! I'm not gonna hurt ya!" I smiled. He slowly lost his defensiveness. I held out a hand. "Bre." He hesitated at first, but eventually slowly put his soft shaking hands in mine. "T...Todd..." he stammered. "Todd? Never heard that name before. Why does it seem so original though?" I asked myself.
He squealed and pulled his hand from mine. I widened my eyes in shock at the sudden missing hand. I looked at him. "I'M SORRY!" He whined. He stopped and looked at his brown backpack. He got on his knees and pulled out a teddy bear and spoke to him.
"Schmee... no!" "Schmee?" I asked. I squatted. "You have a teddy bear?" I asked. "Please don't burn him!" he whimpered. I giggled. "I would never!" he was like a child. "Schmee? What was that?" He asked. His eyes widened. He looked at me. "That's a lie!" He argued with his teddy. I rose a brow.
"what?" I asked. "Schmee thinks your an alien." I froze. I stood up laughing awkwardly. "Yeah... well, I gotta go... Bye todd!" I dismissed as I ran back to Rider. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the skool. "What's going on?" He asked. "Just keep walking!" I ordered.
**Gaz's POV**
I was at the house. My hair was up in a ponytail. I grew it out over the years. I was in the bathroom trying to put my hair into a bun. Zim knocked on the door out of disguise. "Whacha doin?" He asked. I smirked with my hands still in my hair. "Making a bun." "I thought Tak bought those already at the store." He added. I rolled my eyes. "The hairstyle." Zim groaned. He hated when I tried to fix my appearance.
"You are even more of a perfection with your hair naturally down!" he argued. I sighed at the uprising fight that will end with him sleeping on the couch with Gir. I looked at him finishing my bun. "At the moment I don't give a crap." I spat. I was about to walk out of the bathroom when a felt something hit me hard. I snapped my face to the sink and threw up my breakfast.
Zim jumped at the sudden motion and rushed to my side stroking my back. "Gaz! What was that?" He asked still getting over the shock.
I coughed the horrid smell out of my breath and gripped my hands to the sides of the sink staring at my face in the mirror. I coughed at the lingering stench my breath emitted. Zim continued to stroke my back. I flipped the faucet to run water and clean the sink from my regurgitation.
I wiped my mouth with the towel next to the medicine cabinet. I sighed as the feeling left. I eased my grip and looked at Zim. He had fear and sly curiosity in his eyes. I groaned and walked past him. "I'm fine." I spat. He scoffed and followed me into the kitchen.
"That wasn't fine." he debated. "Zim, let's not argue. You're voice is making me even more sick." I growled. "Gaz, come on. Tell Zim why you are ill. Zim will find out eventually." I crossed my arms. "aint that the truth." "What?" "Never mind Zim. Seriously, just shake it off." "I will do none of this shaking. I will discover why you have been so ill lately."
"Zim. Please. Just drop it." "Zim will not just drop it, Zim wants to know! And he will! So TELL ZIM NOW!" "ZIM STOP!" "TELL ZIM!" "SHUT UP!" I shouted pounding my fist on the table. "ZIM WILL NOT BE SILENCED! YOU WILL TELL ZIM WHY HIS WIFE IS ILL!" He shouted back pointing at me angrily.
Why do we save our fighting for when we are home alone? Can you imagine what Bre would do if she saw this? Just the thought of that could start an argument.
"THAT'S IT!" I shouted. I stormed off to our room and slammed the door shut. Zim banged on the door. "OPEN THE DOOR GAZ!" He ordered. All he heard was the lock click. He growled in frustration. "GAZ!" he heard my Game Slave 5 start up. He groaned and stormed off probably to his lab.
"Mistress, do you want me to tell Zim?" The computer asked me. "No. I don't know how he'll react yet." "Understood. After all, this is the biggest Irken law." I lightly chucked at the irony. I heard the front door open. I unlocked the door and made my way to the living room. Bre threw her back pack on the couch. She groaned and layed on the couch with her bag.
"Long day?" I asked. She nodded with her face smothered in the cushion. Zim came up from the elevator. "How was Skool Bre?" he asked. "Crap." She spat. "How was your day?" She asked us. "Fine." Me and Zim both spat in unison.
She caught the irritation that laced in our voice and looked up at us. "You two... fought again... didn't you?" She asked. I sighed rubbing my head. She sat up staring at the floor. I could practically read the guilt her eyes held.
She stood up and coughed from the awkward roaming the room. "I... I need to talk to mom." She stammered trying to hide her eyes. I felt guilt hit me. I walked slowly toward her. "She's not here. She's with Dib." Bre inhaled sharply.
"I need to talk to you than." she re-spoke. I nodded and followed her to my room. She sat next to me on the bed. She turned to me. "What do you need to say?" I asked. She said nothing. She just stared into my eyes. Than I saw it. The light zipped across her vision. She backed up slowly gasping under her breath.
"What?" I asked. She just looked away. "Why don't you want to tell him?" She asked. "Because-" "Don't say it's because it's breaking the biggest Irken law. We are on earth, not the massive or Irk." She spat. I glared slyly. "Because he wouldn't take it well." I added with a tint of rage. She scoffed. "What can he do? He loves you too much to leave." She debated. I tipped my head back.
"I know. If anyone walks out-" She gave me a stern look. "Which wont happen." I added. "It would probably be me. Don't get so sensitive." I mentioned. She sighed and made her way to the door. "Just... try not to fight anymore." "I can't promise that." "I know, but he would like to hear that." She added before slipping out of the room. Who was 'He'? She wasn't referring to Zim, that's for sure.
**BRE'S POV**
I went into the lab. I played around with Gir watching the Scary Monkey Show. I heard a beep come in from the new transmitor. I turned and accepted the message sent. My eyes skimmed over the Irken writing. My eyes widened with every word and my mouth parted slipping out a gasp with every space between words. When I finished reading it, I ran to the elevator screaming, "ZIM!"
**WHAT COULD THIS MESSAGE BE?! YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED!
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