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What's Normal?
Zim learned rather quickly the most effective way to kill his computer. It had happened so quickly, yet it was so easy remember. The smoke only set the results in deeper..
"So, Zim. Who did you invite to prom?" Dib had asked at lunch today. He stood at the end of the table, just stopping by to say a few quick words of taunting. He did it every day now.
The Dib had grown, Zim still curses him for this, to the height of 5'7" and was still growing. Albeit, not very much and very slowly, but growth was still growth. Another five inches and he'd be taller than the Tallest themselves.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dib-stink." Zim reply with feigned ignorance. Zim picked up the fork from my tray and start pushing the nasty cafeteria food around so it looks like he's eating.
"Sure you don't." He says disbelievingly. "Hey, I know I've told you this before, but you really don't have to keep getting food here. You can just bring it from home like the rest of us sane folk."
Zim slapped the folk down, a small spray of food flew up and hit Dib in the face. He glared up at Dib, the human still wore that damned eye shields, "That's just it, Dib-stink! What if I don't want to the same things as 'you sane folk', because you're the only one who does that. How could you even call yourself sane? You used to chase me around, calling me an alien. Now you just stalk me and put buckets of water in my locker!" He pointed an accusing finger and pursed his lips.
Dib only glared at Zim and stalked away. He shoulders hunched and he dropped his lunch on the table. When he pulled out his fruit he whined, because he'd bruised it. "Zim..." It's all your fault, you stupid alien.
365
So, Zim, being the pretty of the two, had to wear the dress. There was no way he was going to wear anything made by Earthiods though. He'd have to make his own. He came up with what he wanted it to look like. After putting the designs into a small, disguise making device, that blew up shortly after trying to compute the order, Zim decided he'd have to use his base computer.
Needless to say, the computer system fried itself trying to compute the order. And Zim was left without a dress for prom.
365
Dib peeked around the corner to Zim's locker. No Zim in sight. All clear! He pulled a note out of his pocket and sprinted to Zim's locker. Everyone was in class and he was supposed to be in the bathroom; he even had a timed hall pass around his neck. He stuck the note between his front teeth – he it was all too romantic and Zim would just love the drool marks left on it – and chuckled evilly. With both hands, he quickly put the combo into the lock and open it. Sometimes he wondered why Zim left the same lock on his locker if he didn't like the water treatment he got everyday...
Inside the locker were three books. Math, History and English. Dib grabbed hold the of the math book and opened it to the chapter they should be studying in the next period together. In went the note, right under the title so Zim would see it. Everything went back the way it was after that, locker closed, no water bucket this time and no bees either.
Then Dib ran as fast as he could back to his classroom. There was only another 55 seconds, in counting, until the device around his neck exploded!
365
Dib smiled brightly. Boy, was he happy. It was the weekend now. Yesterday, Friday, Zim had accepted his invite – after much fighting over how sane it was and that really, it was something normal people wouldn't do and Dib was as normal as they came, therefore it would be torturous if Zim showed up to prom with Dib. He was going to prom with Zim! Dib skipped a little as he made his way down for breakfast.
"Dib!" Gaz's called up at him from the living room. "You have a guest!" She sounded on the verge of anger again; they were messing up her game play.
"Coming!" He called back and sped up the rest of the way down.
"Dib-stink!" Zim yelled.
"Zim?" Apparently Zim'd decided to meet him by the stairs, so Dib stopped short and stood on the first step. "What are you doing here?"
Growling, Zim replied, "Regretfully, I must inform you that I can not go to prom with you." He said, but he didn't sound regretfully at all. Rather, he sounded pissed.
Dib's jaw dropped, eyes widened and his eyebrows knitted together. "What? Why?"
"Because it's your fault my computer blew up." Zim turned around and walked toward the door. He was done here. He'd said what he came to say and if he was honest with himself, going to prom with Dib didn't sound normal by any standards.
He heard Dib's whines behind him, but he wasn't listening. When he opened to door Dib grabbed it and pulled it open for him, but when the human tried to grab him, he just pulled away and glared at Dib. Stopping at the end of the path to the sidewalk, Zim turned around and saw Dib was still standing there.
Zim decided he could say one more thing before he went back to fix his computer. "I look forward to that water on Monday, Dib-stink." Then he walked away, smiling just a little.
Dib sniffled, but looked down at the grown when Zim walked away finally. He stopped glaring. Fine. If that's the way Zim wanted to play it. He'd have to blew up Zim's computer more often.
Fin