March 12th, 2016
Day 1911 since Zim's arrival.
5:23 PM
I'm shaking. So afraid. So alarmed and weirded out.
Zim kissed me. Sort of. Ugh.
WHY?
I seem to end my posts like this more and more as time goes on.
It's all his fault.
Everything is Zim's fault.
EVERYTHING.
March 12th, 2016
2 hours later.
7:27 pm
Wound Log:
Scratches on neck
Bitten lips (They won't stop tingling. He poisoned me, the ass-hole.)
I feel calmer. Kind of.
I can maybe describe what happened without pitching a fit and throwing things.
It wasn't even really a kiss. A kiss is a touching of lips right? Well there was no tongue or teeth or saliva. It wasn't raw and gross as I'd come to associate kisses with.
It was…just for a second. Maybe a microsecond.
It felt longer than that but it wasn't.
Is it weird that I clock our battles? Well I do and this was no longer than three seconds if that according to my watch.
So anyway he leaned forward, and I remember freaking out, getting ready to throw another bruising punch to his smug face.
But something stopped me.
It was the expression on his face.
It wasn't smug. A rarity and something that will never happen again.
But it was almost serious. If Zim could ever be serious.
He placed his dry, thin lips roughly over mine.
I don't think he understand the weight some humans put on such a simple thing as a kiss. Why do I think this?
Because after he did it, pulled away and looked into my eyes for a few more seconds, he raised both arms and screamed "I AM ZIM!" so loud it echoed across the sky.
That when I hit him.
I hate him.
I do.
I really, really almost hate him.
Edit: I want to hate him. But, I don't think I can.
Damn.