(All characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez, not me :( )
*What Have I Been Missing All These Years: Chapter Two; Best Friends Are Always Wrong*
Dib stood in front of the tall mirror in GIR's dorm room. He stared at himself. "I don't know about this Gaz..." he whimpered.
"Shut up, stupid, you look great..." Dib's little sister barely glanced up from her GameSlave. Dib looked at himself in the mirror again. The outfit that his sister and that insane robot had put him in was ridiculous. He looked like a gothic hippie or something... He was in a long oversized black shirt, cutoff black jeans, black sandals, and had a wreath of purple flowers around his neck. The fact that they had used makeup to give him dark circles and a gray tint to his skin made him look dead.
"Gaz, I look weird."
"You always look weird, you freak."
"This is such a bad idea..." Dib stood and pondered how he had gotten roped into doing this. He had planned on spending his Friday afternoon reading or having Zim teach him some more Irken, not staring in Gaz and GIR's rock video.
Then that brought up the question of how exactly these two loonies got into college anyway... Oh yeah, they are friggin' geniuses... Well, they say there is a fine line between genius and insanity... That thought was cut off as a high pitched screech from down the hall called out "I made it myself!!!!"
Dib suppressed the giggle that formed as he imagined Zim under GIR's ruthless administrations. Then he smiled. Zim was so much fun to hang out with. Dib was really glad that the Irken government had been taken over by some Irkens less apt to conquering the universe. Zim had been really depressed at first, but now he seemed to really enjoy life.
Zim had even agreed to submit himself to the gene-splicing drug that Dib had invented for him. Professor Membrane had been more than thrilled to help Dib invent it, believing his son had developed an interest in "real" science, but Dib still secretly harbored a love of anything supernatural or paranormal.
And the concoction had apparently been perfect. Zim was barely Irken at all anymore. The antennae were still there and the green tint to his skin... the color of his eyes and his odd thinness would always be there. Dib had been able to give him height, the right amount of fingers, immunity to water, the ability to eat earth foods (which seemed Zim's favorite effect of the splicing), and given him mostly human organs.
That part made Dib blush as he remembered Zim's first experience with his new body parts. Dib had stayed over at Zim's house/base every night for a week to observe how the drug effected Zim. When he heard Zim scream from the bedroom he was terrified that something had gone horribly wrong. But it hadn't, it was just, well... Zim had quickly adjusted to this new feature, finding it merely "annoying."
Soon Dib was drug from his reverie by the sound of the door slamming open and GIR shouting "meh master looks so PURDY!!!!" Dib turned in time to see a blushing Zim enter the room in a gothic wedding dress of black lace!!!! Dib gaped at the reveling garment that GIR had apparent designed.
"Dib!!!! You're gonna ruin your makeup!!!!" Dib stared at Gaz, confused. She pointed at the mirror, Dib turning to look. He stared uncomprehending at the thin red line running down his lip from his nose.
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Hours later, after the "shoot," Zim and Dib sat in their room, each starring at their respective computers. Neither daring to mention the events of the afternoon, barely able to tolerate knowing the other was in the room.
Zim had been being his usual non-cooperative self when Dib had interjected. "Now, Zim, dear, you'll never find a suitable man to marry if you act like that all the time," he had said in jest. "WELL NEITHER WILL YOU," Zim had retorted. Dib had sighed... "Zim, we need to talk about that. You don't seem to understand that, on earth, there are guys and there are girls..." Dib had been unsure about how to explain this, "guys aren't normally anything more than friends with other guys and girls with other girls..." he paused, thinking.
"Well that is silly."
Zim's response had startled and disturbed Dib. "Why????"
"Well on Irk it was perfectly natural for 'male' Irkens to mate with 'male' Irkens."
"Really" Dib was stunned "you never told me that before."
"Of course 'really', and I would have told you if you had asked."
This new aspect of Irken culture had Dib distracted until Gaz had directed him to stand in front of Zim. Dib and Zim were still uncomfortable being very close physically, they were enemies at one time. They had stood a few feet apart facing each other until GIR had pushed Zim shouting "huggles!"
Zim had landed squarely in Dib's arms, faces millimeters apart. They had both turned crimson and shoved each other away. They hadn't spoken two words to one another since.
*What Have I Been Missing All These Years: Chapter Two; Best Friends Are Always Wrong*
Dib stood in front of the tall mirror in GIR's dorm room. He stared at himself. "I don't know about this Gaz..." he whimpered.
"Shut up, stupid, you look great..." Dib's little sister barely glanced up from her GameSlave. Dib looked at himself in the mirror again. The outfit that his sister and that insane robot had put him in was ridiculous. He looked like a gothic hippie or something... He was in a long oversized black shirt, cutoff black jeans, black sandals, and had a wreath of purple flowers around his neck. The fact that they had used makeup to give him dark circles and a gray tint to his skin made him look dead.
"Gaz, I look weird."
"You always look weird, you freak."
"This is such a bad idea..." Dib stood and pondered how he had gotten roped into doing this. He had planned on spending his Friday afternoon reading or having Zim teach him some more Irken, not staring in Gaz and GIR's rock video.
Then that brought up the question of how exactly these two loonies got into college anyway... Oh yeah, they are friggin' geniuses... Well, they say there is a fine line between genius and insanity... That thought was cut off as a high pitched screech from down the hall called out "I made it myself!!!!"
Dib suppressed the giggle that formed as he imagined Zim under GIR's ruthless administrations. Then he smiled. Zim was so much fun to hang out with. Dib was really glad that the Irken government had been taken over by some Irkens less apt to conquering the universe. Zim had been really depressed at first, but now he seemed to really enjoy life.
Zim had even agreed to submit himself to the gene-splicing drug that Dib had invented for him. Professor Membrane had been more than thrilled to help Dib invent it, believing his son had developed an interest in "real" science, but Dib still secretly harbored a love of anything supernatural or paranormal.
And the concoction had apparently been perfect. Zim was barely Irken at all anymore. The antennae were still there and the green tint to his skin... the color of his eyes and his odd thinness would always be there. Dib had been able to give him height, the right amount of fingers, immunity to water, the ability to eat earth foods (which seemed Zim's favorite effect of the splicing), and given him mostly human organs.
That part made Dib blush as he remembered Zim's first experience with his new body parts. Dib had stayed over at Zim's house/base every night for a week to observe how the drug effected Zim. When he heard Zim scream from the bedroom he was terrified that something had gone horribly wrong. But it hadn't, it was just, well... Zim had quickly adjusted to this new feature, finding it merely "annoying."
Soon Dib was drug from his reverie by the sound of the door slamming open and GIR shouting "meh master looks so PURDY!!!!" Dib turned in time to see a blushing Zim enter the room in a gothic wedding dress of black lace!!!! Dib gaped at the reveling garment that GIR had apparent designed.
"Dib!!!! You're gonna ruin your makeup!!!!" Dib stared at Gaz, confused. She pointed at the mirror, Dib turning to look. He stared uncomprehending at the thin red line running down his lip from his nose.
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Hours later, after the "shoot," Zim and Dib sat in their room, each starring at their respective computers. Neither daring to mention the events of the afternoon, barely able to tolerate knowing the other was in the room.
Zim had been being his usual non-cooperative self when Dib had interjected. "Now, Zim, dear, you'll never find a suitable man to marry if you act like that all the time," he had said in jest. "WELL NEITHER WILL YOU," Zim had retorted. Dib had sighed... "Zim, we need to talk about that. You don't seem to understand that, on earth, there are guys and there are girls..." Dib had been unsure about how to explain this, "guys aren't normally anything more than friends with other guys and girls with other girls..." he paused, thinking.
"Well that is silly."
Zim's response had startled and disturbed Dib. "Why????"
"Well on Irk it was perfectly natural for 'male' Irkens to mate with 'male' Irkens."
"Really" Dib was stunned "you never told me that before."
"Of course 'really', and I would have told you if you had asked."
This new aspect of Irken culture had Dib distracted until Gaz had directed him to stand in front of Zim. Dib and Zim were still uncomfortable being very close physically, they were enemies at one time. They had stood a few feet apart facing each other until GIR had pushed Zim shouting "huggles!"
Zim had landed squarely in Dib's arms, faces millimeters apart. They had both turned crimson and shoved each other away. They hadn't spoken two words to one another since.