An/ So I might need to get a new DA account, hehe, anyways my user name will be EmzySKV. Anyways, I had to take down all my work because I didn't want to lose it.

"I know you don't want to, but it's really starting to stink," Liz sat behind the wheel of an old mustang that was missing almost half of its paint job; the A.C. was turned off to save fuel. Zim sat next to her with his arms crossed and glared out the window, there was absolutely nothing wrong with his old uniform, the stupid earth stink had no clue what she was talking about.

For the past week she had been complaining about how old and worn the thing was looking, and now she had the nerve to say it smelled! Zim grumbled something and pulled the hood down over his eyes. He was wearing a large sweater and a pair of sweatpants loaned to him by Liz and he felt uncomfortable in the unusually loose clothing. The idea of walking into an Earthen store was horrible, and it was a walmart no less!

Liz pulled into the parking lot with ease and chuckled, she turned the car off once she had parked and stepped out into the cold air. Zim followed grumbling all the way. They had left Gir at home for obvious reasons, pets weren't allowed into the store, and he would probably go crazy and destroy the place.

Liz led him right into the men's section and instructed him to pick out what he liked; Zim gave her a warning glance before moving further into the section with a sigh. Honestly, that girl was going to drive him nuts one day. She was always ordering him around like he was some kind of slave, and when he protested she would raise a brow and say something like 'Do you want dinner?' Or threaten to drop a bucket of water on him when he wasn't looking. Of course Zim would laugh and say she would never be able to beat his superior alien senses, and then she would sigh and turn to do some kind of chore or errand and the next thing Zim knew, he was doing exactly what she had asked him to do!

He picked up a plain black shirt with a strange smiley face on it and was reminded of Dib, he looked at the price with a sigh; he didn't like it when she had to buy him stuff. Liz was too nice, she would probably die trying to save a rat rather then watch it suffer in some kind of trap, and Zim would probably just laugh at the inferior rodent. Most people would see Liz as a perfect little angel, but he knew otherwise, she jumped to conclusions a lot, she was easily frustrated, and often enough she was too lazy to even get out of bed on the weekends and even when she did she would sit watching T.V. with bed head for a few hours before Zim prodded her into actually fixing it. But she was nice and loved to laugh and tried her hardest to help others, not to mention, she was one of the few smart people on the planet.

Zim picked up a pair of dark blue ripped jeans and briefly wondered what size he was. He held the pants up to his waist and figured they were close enough, if they were too loose he would just have to use a belt. He took the clothes back to Liz, who was standing over a table covered in shirts. She looked up once she saw him approaching and took the clothes without even looking at the prices.

"Ok, you can pick out two more shirts and another pair of jeans, and then we need to get groceries," she dropped the clothing into a nearby shopping cart.

"You do it Lizard-human, I'm tired of shopping," Zim crossed his arms and Liz sighed before traveling further into the section. She picked out a Blink 182 shirt and was tempted to pick out a red one just for laughs, but she ended up picking another band t-shirt before grabbing another pair of jeans.

Zim followed Liz into the food section and complained about just about everything she picked up (except for junk food) and she ended up buying a bunch of food like instant macaroni and cheese and microwave meals. Zim thanked whatever gods there where that she was too oblivious to notice the Sale signs the hung over everything he picked out.

They journeyed home and after Liz had put all the food away she handed Zim a box of Macaroni and cheese.

"Your turn tonight," she stated simply before throwing herself onto the couch with a sigh and turning on the T.V. Zim stared at her blankly with his mouth hanging open.

"Master, you gonna make waffles?" Gir asked from atop the counter next to the stove, her wore a huge smile that showed through the dog suit he was wearing. Zim cursed in Irken before turning to the stove to start dinner.

He could hear Liz laughing in the living room as he struggled to scrub the burnt noodles from the bottom of the pan without getting wet while Gir ran around his legs singing the doom song at the top of his lungs (or circuitry?)

Zim moaned as his squidly spooch growled, normally he wouldn't have to eat every day, but his home base was the only building with the right equipment and sufficient power to recharge his PAK, several times he had resorted to using Liz's cell phone charger.

Zim left the pan in the sink and fell onto the couch with a sigh, Liz was still laughing. They both turned to the T.V. and zoned out for a while as some cartoon came on. Gir continued to chase the cat. They remained silent for almost a half an hour before Liz spoke up.

"I'll make you waffles if you'll tell me what you're doing," Zim looked at her blankely.