Ok, here's the second chapter! Well, it more like the first chapter 'cause the one before it was more like a prolouge. Oh well. And remember, I own nothing, so you can't sue XP
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"I swear to God she's following us."
"Who?"
"Bitters"
"Oh."
Zim and Dib sat side by side on the grounds outside the Hi-Skool Cafeteria. Just as they had every day for a year. They've grown up, as Professor Membrane so carelessly put it between re-calibrating the toaster and insulating the silverware. It was true, they had grown up. Both literally and figuratively, though Dib more so than Zim in the literal sense -something Zim never really got over.
Figuratively, Dib had gotten over his obsession with the paranormal. He still liked it, yes, but the constant need to prove himself was something he'd lost. You see, during the last year of Skool, Dib had actually managed to capture Zim. He'd even gotten him to the set of Mysterious Mysteries. The second they got there though, it blew up in Dibs face. Film crews, costumes, and one fat security guard was a basic sum up. the details were blurry anyway. After seeing that, and an hour of ranting on Zim's behalf, they agreed on a truce, for the time being anyway.
As for Zim, he still had his aspirations. His mission was never fully abandoned, just... postponed. Even though Zim got the feeling that his Tallest felt… differently about his mission then he had previously thought, he never outgrew his stubborn-ness and continues to pursue his goals as he always had. As of this moment, he felt relative peace between him and the dirt-ball planet. In fact, it had given him a few inches height wise (he was now 5'2", a full 5 inches short of Dib). However, should anything arise within his mission, Dib would be first to go, that's what they agreed on in the truce anyway. Can't have that filthy worm-baby interfering again, now can we?
And so they sat together, a comfortable and completely routine silence settled between them. Well, almost routine. Dib looked up from his book, growing impatient after 10 minutes of Zim shifting and shuffling around in his seat. He sent a glare to the invader, hoping it would get his message across. Zim, however, absorbed in his strange communicator/watch/computer, didn't seem to heed or care the human was staring daggers at him.
With a sigh, Dib dog-eared the page and set the book down. He then proceeded to poke the alien in the forehead. This, Zim did not take lightly to. He proceeded to bolt upright and catapult himself into the nearest tree with the aid of the spider-like appendages that shot out from his PAK. Surprisingly enough, this, coupled with the scream Zim let out, hadn't drawn any attention whatsoever to the two oddities. Dib shook his head and smirked. I guess being a total looser and outcast has its benefits.
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After about a half hour of coaxing, Zim finally stepped out of the tree. But before Dib could inquire about any of it, the bell rang and all the children filed slowly back into the Skool. It wasn't until the two were seated in their class and Ms. Bitters was rambling on about doom (brought about by rabid papier-mâché hamsters exchanging polka-dotted meat flowers) that Dib was able to get Zim's attention
In the form of a paper plane
In the eye
After ten to fifteen minutes of silently cursing Dib, his parents, and the people responsible for creating paper and the art of folding it into airplanes for the use of weaponry, another wad of paper hit him.
This time, Zim opened it up
Damn it Zim, just read the other paper
He blinked, re-adjusted his contacts and opened the stink-beast's flimsy weapon.
Zim, why were you so fidgety during lunch? Planning another hostile takeover doomed to fail, alien scum? -Zim cringed at the use of his old nickname… and the obvious insult to his mission- Haha, well, whatever it is I plan on finding out, so it's better if you just tell me green-kid. See ya after school. -Dib
Zim smirked, the earth-monkey could be so persistent at times. And annoying. Stupid too. The invader crumpled the paper in his clawed hand and shot it back at Dib, his face twisting into disappointment when it missed his eyes. Curse those massive glass orbs upon his equally massive head.
Dib looked up as the paper wad came into contact with his skull. Blinking once, he opened it and smirked. Scrawled on the bottom of the page were two words;
Whatever, Dib-stink
Hope you liked it. Still kinda short, the next one will be longer...I think. Be sure to review!