(Desire suggests lack of fulfillment.)
"To say I desire you.. to say that we desire each other, is to suggest something needs to be fulfilled, something unfulfilled. No, I tell you here and now, no matter what happens to you, or me, or us, whether things change, for better or for worse, know that my soul is full because of this. This, what we have. What I have. You. Nothing as sketchy as desire will take hold of me, I assure you." He looked sincerely into those lovely eyes of quirky brightness and a strange... how do you say? Fondness. Yes, a fondness. A certain fondness that seemed to tie all of the mess and bullshit that they have encountered into a single, solitary thought. (Splash. Splattered. Screams.)
...Love... True honest to God...
(Stop!! Oh GOD PLEASE STOP!!)
Love.
... "WHAT?!"
Dib smiled. Always the same. Always different, Always the same.
"Yeah, I mean I think its time we moved on..." Dib said intentionally cryptic, and knew his words to be so. And though Zim knew exactly what he meant, he wouldn't... didn't want to expose his insolence, his defiant nature that screamed shrilly as he often articulated in real speech, 'You're my enemy and you'll always be my enemy!! Nothing, not even the entire Armada can change that!! Not even a little exile. Nope.' But almost instantly, his quick anger of before melted and the fact that his concentration was broken was quickly forgotten. "Yes, Zim knows..." He said softly, turning off the burners and placing the carefully wrapped capsules and beakers full of toxic chemicals inside a safety bubble. "Zim always knew. Truce?" He looked at Dib with a somewhat confused and bothered glance.
Dib smiled and placed a hand upon his friend's shoulder. "You know it." Zim sighed and watched amused as he saw Gir running madly, his eyes steadily on the monitor, his eyes not wanting to look anywhere else, especially Dib, a piggy swinging wildly in his tiny mechanical hand, screams and laughter dancing wildly with his swirling thoughts. (Always the same. Always different, Always the same.)
Dib frowned slightly, and sighed, "Miss me, will ya? So at least I know that someone won't be partying endlessly, due to the loss of my crazy, big head." He chuckled, poking fun at the familiar attack on himself. Though, how true it was. But, he wasn't sad. No, no, no. (Yes, yes, yes...)
"Who might that be? Someone I don't know about?" Said Zim dumbly, but Dib could see a hidden smirk in the others eyes.
Dib rolled his eyes, a small smile twitching its way into a Cheshire Grin.
Zim jumped back in dramatic inaccuracy, almost tripping over some wires. "I won't miss yooou!" Zim enunciated the 'you' in a sing-song fashion to somehow win a non-existent argument, pointing at Dib with a twinkle of twisted humor laced with his words. Zim's cheeks turned a tint darker for just a second, then returned to its normalcy. He looked at Dib and then sighed.
"Well, I'll see you around." Dib said as he turned to commence Zim with his, no, their handshake (Originally a way of greeting for Swollen Eyeball members, much to Zim's amusement), the thing he had taught Zim years before, when they had first made the truce. It was a subtle thing they did, not dramatic or showy, but it was what reminded Dib of how they had introduced trust in their truce, something that meant more than he could say. (Truce naturally melted into friendship, friendship blurring into...)
But, Zim didn't join in his friend's spirit of Old Times. No, he had other things in mind. Instead, Zim, in a bout of fret and exhaustion, turned around and caught Dib in a crushing embrace. Zim took Dib's hand and slipped a note inside his palm, enclosing it in Dib's fist gently.
(I do love you, you know?)
Dib's eyes widened slightly in shock by this uncharacteristic change in Zim's usually indifferent and insane behavior, childish and altogether idiosyncratic, but instantly he hugged back, with no sign of hesitation. It just seemed the right thing to do.
"Wha-" Dib started as he felt a shy piece of folded paper slip into his hand.
"Just... read it when you're alone." Zim whispered, letting go of his friend. He looked to the floor and then at Dib, smiling weakly. It abruptly became awkward. Strange and unfamiliar.
Dib tried to smile back, but looked to the floor. A few moments passed by.
Then, before they could stop it, their eyes met.
And in an instant, everything became calm and serene, surroundings seeming non-existent. Eyes locked and melted in a heap of emotions, ranging from past ones to now present ones, anger, frustration, confusion, the threat of insanity, the threat of sanity... sadness, a Trust. But amongst this flow of sensation, beyond fleeting things, a more meaningful, new understanding was shared between these two, a silent promise of something better.
Soon, both drifted out of the reverie. Zim blinked and coughed, "Well, see ya Dib."
Dib twitched slightly in something else new he saw in Zim today. He never heard Zim just call him Dib, not in the way it was just said, no.
Dib just nodded and let it be, a sad smile gracing his lips.
As soon as he walked out of Zim's front lawn, he opened the note.
Swirled out, just to be sucked back in.
"College bound, my boy!" The Professor radiated proudly, Dib grinned a toothy, hardy smile. "Congrats!"
Dib looked at his Dad and then his acceptance letter. A sigh. 'I'll tell Zim later...' He quietly thought in his mind.
Two days passed. A week.
Zim noticed something was on Dib's mind, but didn't press. 'All in good time, I suppose.' He thought to himself, though eager. Then all of a sudden it hit him harder than a ton of bricks: "College. I'm going to college, Zim."
Zim didn't say a word.
(Desire?...)
