So sorry for such a late update! A lot has been going on in my personal life, so please try to understand, as I don't prewrite my chapters because of how many laptops I've managed to swap out, and I'm getting yet another one soon. :'D Fun of having hand-me-downs.
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Dib approached the school, looking around for his Irken rival. Odd, when Dib showed up later than normal, usually Zim would greet him with some form of insult. Amber eyes scanned the area to further confirm his suspicions, the alien indeed was nowhere to be seen. Rather than following the students that were headed inside, he decided he should go pay a visit to Zim and see what was up.
Gaz noticed that Dib was starting to walk off and approached him, "You know dad's gonna be mad if he finds out you're skipping class..." He gave her a skeptical look, "And what, 'ground' me again?" He used hand motions to emphasize his words, "He couldn't care less what I do." She shrugged, Dib running off towards the Irken's house.
About halfway to the alien's house, he spotted what had to be Zim. He was bundled tightly inside if several jackets and scarves, causing him to waddle more than walk towards the school. Dib snickered at the boy, he looked stupid all bundled up like that, it gave him the perfect idea. Grabbing a small patch of snow in his palm, he quickly formed it into a ball and threw it in Zim's direction. Sure enough, it hit him on the head. His head sizzled and the spot actually seemed to change to a lighter green, steam rizing and him falling back into the snow. His entire head began to burn with a mix of the cold and the ice water quickly melting on contact with him.
Sure, the human found it amusing for a minute, but he felt a ping of guilt. What if he's seriously hurting Zim? Wait...He shook his head, why did he even care? It was Zim! But has Zim ever seriously hurt anyone...? Dib sighed, walking over and pulling Zim upright. The Irken glared at him as Dib took a step back, "Sorry..." He mumbled sheepishly. Why was he apologizing? Didn't he hate Zim? The alien gave him a strange look, clearly he was having the same confusion.
Dib shrugged it off, "Stupid space boy, how many coats do you need?" Zim's expression changed to his usual look, irritable and ready to fight, "Well I'm sorry your planet is so dangerous!" Zim glared, causing the other to smirk, "Most humans only wear one. You want to be 'normal' right?"
The Irken sighed, looking down at the bundle of coats. He couldn't even see his boots...The Dib wasn't wrong. But how was he going to keep himself at a proper temprature for his species? He slowly started pulling them off, one by one, hating how it seemed to get colder with each one he removed. In total he had 7 on himself, as well as 5 scarves. Slowly he managed to reduce each down to one, despite him shivering, "How do you humans survive in this temprature...?" Dib shrugged, "We're used to it."
It was a seemingly rare moment between the two, they weren't trying to kill eachother. As much as the two seemed to despise eachother, Dib didn't exactly want Zim to be exposed. It'd mean he wasn't crazy, but then it'd mean he had nobody again. Zim had Gir, but the unit wasn't exactly the greatest company in the world...Six months...
Zim stood there, thinking, then frowned at Dib, "We're late for class...What if they suspect..." Dib shrugged, "It's cold. A lot of kids get sick when the weather changes as suddenly as it does, so they probably just think we got something." The alien looked a him with pride, "You humans get sick so easily!" It had given Zim an idea. If he changed the temprature of everywhere in the world, all the humans would get sick...He laughed alous maniacly for a moment, making Dib look at him with a confused expression. "Nevermind, Dib-stink." He hissed, turning on his heel. The back of his head was a lighter green than the front, his burns clearly not healing as well as they should. The injured skin burned, but he ignored the sensation.
Dib to, had noticed that his burns weren't healed. The hot from the snowball was, so why weren't these? "Freak..." He mumbled to himself, just loud enough to cause Zim to turn around, "Excuusee me, Dib-Stink?" Red eyes leered at the boy.
I have no motivation. Bad time to stop, probably. Do I care? No, I'll continue this once I get some desire to write it.
-Mixceny