Hey everyone! I think it's about time to get back into the swing of things with my writings. I haven't updated in forever. Has anyone checked out My Chemical Romance's new CD? Amazing stuff right there.

Dib's point of view

I don't own Invader Zim. Cool.

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Lost in the Sun
Just you and me
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Damn me and my emotions. Why did I have to string Zim along on my emotional rollercoaster? Yes, yes, I do know we are best friends, and we are supposed to be there for each other, always… but, I feel bad that I'm practically forcing him to take me away from this place. Why do I have to be so dumb? I mean, this is even weird that we're even friends. Didn't we use to hate each other, oh not so long ago? What suddenly changed our old, normal tactics of trying to kill each other? I know the reason why, and I hate thinking about it, but I still sometimes miss our bickering. Now do you see what my emotions do to me? I think too much for my age, and I hate myself for everything I am.

Even though I tend to regret some of my actions in the past, when I look at Zim, at the way we are now, all my doubts get blown away. It's like he has some cast on me... I know he's an alien, but he's my alien- my Zim. I love the way he'll plainly argue with me over pointless things knowing I can easily win over him. I love how he'll give me sad hugs when he thinks of his planet. Another reason why I hate myself- Zim had to suffer. And of course, there's no real reason for me to hate myself even more for that, but I feel as though I could have stopped it somehow. But I'm an idiot.

And why have I made Zim more… caring? Is it because he now has nothing to live for? Or is it because of the influence on the life on Earth? But most of the humans around here are egocentric and flat out rude. But, I guess he had to give up a lot of stuff to permanently live here on Earth and be my friend- my only friend. I guess Zim really does have a heart, even though he doesn't think it.

I tightly hugged my knees to my chest and rested my head. So much thinking makes me tired; I'm pretty pathetic. I turned my head over to look at my best friend. Hah, he seems so concentrated on the road. But doesn't he know its like, 2 A.M. in the morning, and nobody sane drives out this late at night?

"Zim, why don't we stop at a motel?" I indolently said, my head falling back forward. Even though he doesn't sleep much, I know he could use some rest.

"No, I don't need any of your useless snores of unconsciousness. And besides you look rather comfy like …" Zim slowly trailed off into a soft yawn. He then quickly glared at the road and then sighed.

"Fine, but we aren't going to a fancy place; we need to save our money a bit." I watched him glare with defeat hard at the road, but he knew I had won, and that's what really made him agitated. This is another thing I also love about him.

"Look, there's one right off this exit- Super 8. I think they have fairly nice rooms, at a pretty low price. C'mon Zim, please?" I pleaded at him with sad puppy eyes, which of course he fell for every time.

"…I guess." He sighed turned down the exit ramp leading to a dark road with few signs. He drove us up to the motel with a bright yellow sign- which made my eyes cringe. Well, this really wasn't what I was hoping for on my road trip.

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"You want only one bed?" The scruffy middle aged man scoffed at us from behind the counter in the lobby.

"Yeah… is there a problem?" I answered cautiously and raised an eyebrow. What's this guy's deal? It's not like it's any of his business whether we want one or two, nor his place to even inquire it.

"But you want one bed? Are you two gay?" He blankly asked which made me blush so red I turned the color of crimson. Who is this guy?! And what's with Zim? He looks like he doesn't even care! He's just sitting there buffing his nails on his dress… thing.

"No, of course not; we just want a room!" My blush deepened as I started thinking more of me and Zim being in the same bed.

"Dib, don't waste your energy on this dirt. Save it for in a few minutes." Zim winked and looked ever so seductively at my way. What's up with him? Now I'm blushing even more! I glared at him and roughly jerked my head opposite of his direction.

"Now, if you'd ever be so kind as to give us the keys to the room, I'd highly appreciate it. And I do think you'd like to keep your worthless life. My boyfriend and I would like to have our privacy of our room ever so quickly." Zim snatched a card from behind the counter and tossed some money at the man.

"Let's go, love." He grabbed my hand and rushed us both out of the lobby to search for our room. But of course, after we lost sight of the clerk, Zim pulled his hand away from mine. I frowned slightly, but shrugged it off.

"I think this is it-room number 172." He pointed to the door to confirm the matching numbers. I sort of gave a small laugh at Zim's actions but it subdued quickly once we entered the room.

"Not much, but it'll do." Zim looked around the room, very unimpressed. Though I thought it looked quite nice. There was one huge king size bed, a table, two chairs, two dressers and a television – and of course a bathroom.

"Zim, you sure seemed to pick the right card when you choose!" I fell backwards into the bed and found it was very soft and fluffy. I sighed and closed my eyes to drift into a slumber with out realization, until I felt a weight suddenly push me down hard into the mattress. I opened my eyes and found a pair of huge ruby eyes staring into mine.

"You're already out of your disguise? That was quick." He murmured a yes and jumped off me. At least, that's what I think he said. I got up and pulled my shirt off. Then I noticed Zim staring at me. I smirked and pulled my pants down also.

"Uh… um Dib, are you wearing only that to sleep in?" Hah, aw the poor dear is embarrassed by my unbearably sexy body. Ha, who am I kidding? I'm so emaciated, if I turned sideways, probably nobody could see me. Man, it's funny how my emotions can change so quickly- from depressed to seductive and happy.

"Oh come on, they're only boxers. And besides, I didn't bring anything in with me, and I certainly don't want to get my clothes dirty and wrinkly if I'm going to wear them out again tomorrow. Don't you agree, Zim?"

"Yes, yes I do suppose you are right." I watched as he awkwardly pulled his shirt/dress over his head and let it plop down carelessly on the floor.

"Now that's all you're going to get to see of Zim's oh so perfect body!" Zim shouted and pounced on the bed. "Oh, what a big bed; it has a lot of moving room!" he giggled and dived under the covers.

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Okay! I actually updated something! Man, I am such a procrastinator. But, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

-Bee Bop