A new student...

Zim sat back down. He started getting a weird feeling in his squeedily-spoodge as he watched Gaz stand there and cry. It was guilt, and it made Zim feel really bad for all that he had said.

He had enough.

He walked over to Gaz and gently wiped the tears from her face. He gazed into her eyes. What was this feeling he had now?

Zim was so close to Gaz, their faces mere inches away. She mentally begged him to come closer, pleaded with him in her mind. He leaned in ever so slowly, his hand still on Gazs cheek. She leaned in as well, bringing them just centimeters apart. Her pale pink lips connected with Zims green ones in a passionate kiss.

Dib got the chills, for reasons he didn't know.

Later that night, Zim sat on his doorstep. He didn't bother with his disguise, it was to dark for any humans to see him anyway. He gazed up at the start filled night sky, his antenna twitched as he thought about the kiss he and Gaz had shared earlier. They both had agreed no one would hear of it.

A purple light shot across the sky. Zim pondered this for a moment, but put it off. He still had much to learn of this planet, purple lights in the sky were probably normal occurrences. He stood up and went back inside. "Gir?" He asked. Gir turned its attention away from the angry monkey show. "Yes master?" It asked. "Can you," Zim sighed. "Make me some waffles?" Girs eyes lit up, literally. "Yes master! Oh boy I like waffles!" It yelled, then bolted into the kitchen.

The purple light flew forward, then jolted to the right and flew that way. It halted suddenly, and the light dimmed. The now revealed red and black spaceship lowered itself into a vacant lot between two houses. The Irken emblem on its side glinted in the moonlight. It landed, kicking up dust.

The ships glass dome cockpit opened, and a figure stepped out. He wasn't visible through the dust. "Rik?" He asked, his young voice just barley masculine. "Yes sir?" A deep, metallic voice answered from inside the ship. "Begin construction of our base, and preparations for my disguise." "Yes sir."

"Sue?" "Yes?" This time the voice was a soft feminine, but still metallic. "Did you get his readings on the way here?" "Affirmative, he is exactly four point one-seven blocks away." "Good, how much longer until my sister arrives?" "Two days." Alright, thank you Sue." "You're welcome, Tik."

Dib sat at his highskool desk. God he hated Mondays. Zim sat at his desk on the other side of the room. But there wasn't the usual evil glares, or hissed insults. Zim just sat down. "Class! We have a new student!" Their teacher announced. Dib looked up, he hadn't even noticed the new guy. He wore a black hoodie, with dark blue jeans. He sported a black and red backpack as well. Dib couldn't see his eyes behind his hood, but he could see his chin, neck, and lips.

The new guys skin was green.

An Irken.

"Tell us your name." Dibs teacher said, taking another bite of his jelly donut. 'Lard ass.' Dib thought, but then refocused. He wanted to know this Irkens name. "Tik." He said simply. "Well, Tik, you can sit in the empty desk next to Dib." The teacher said. Tik sat. "And take off your hood." The teacher added. Tik growled. "Fuck off." He said. Dibs teacher reeled back in shock.

"Do you want to go to the office?" He asked, angry. Tik smiled and said "No, but your mother wants to come over to my house." The entire room burst out into laughter, including Dib. The teachers face turned bright red, and he stomped over to Tik. He placed his hand on Tiks shoulder. "Young man, I think you-" The laughter stopped abruptly.

Tik hand one hand wrapped around the teachers throat. With the other, he brushed the teachers hand off his shoulder. "I think that YOU should never, EVER, touch me again. Do I make myself clear, fat ass?" Tik hissed. The teacher nodded, and Tik let him go. A boy in the back must have been either completely insane, or have a whole lot of balls. "What's up with your skin?" He asked.

Tik glanced over at Zim, and under his breath he muttered "It's a skin condition."