Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or any of its original characters
Gaz's POV
I stormed upstairs and straight into my bedroom. My bedroom was safe, it was where I could get away, and not be bothered by anyone. I opened up my back pack and threw aside my homework. I would do it later. I had just skipped a grade, and had no troubles with homework or the material being taught.
I instead grabbed my diary, and decided to write.
The diary wasn't my idea. After a few too many skool fights I had been refered to a physcharist for "anger management" or some stupid shit. He decided that if I wrote my feelings down or something then I wouldn't feel the need to unleash them on others in the form of violence. What the fuck does he know.
Dear Diary
Skool is stupid. Students and teachers are stupid. Humans are stupid, and life is pointless. Stupid Suzanna making a move on Zim like that. Who does she think she is? I otta kick her ass, but then people would begin to ask questions, and even suspect that I have feelings for that green freak. But he's just so... different and amazing. And then stupid Melvin, I should have beat him to a pulp for calling me names and hitting me with his book, but I was already in a bad mood and wan-.
"Gaz!" my brother shouted to me from downstairs
Clearly my mood will not be improving at all today,
"What!" I shouted back
"Pizza's here."
"Fine whatever I'll be down in a minute."
"And Zim is coming over after supper."
I nearly fell off my bed when I heard that particular piece of news
"Gaz," my brother asked, "you okay?"
"Yah, yah, yah," I replied, "I'll be down in a moment."
I quickly ran go my closet and decided I needed something different to wear for the "occasion."
After frantically searching for several minutes, my room isn't exactly what you would call clean; I found a pair of black skinny jeans with a few holes in them and a blood red tank top. I then re-straightened my hair and fixed my makeup. I then rambled down the stairs and into the kitchen
"Dog whistle sound, you got a date coming over?" Dib asked.
"NO!" I screamed as I threatened him with my fist, "Aren't I allowed to look good?"
Dib looked down and mumbled that he was just wondering and that I shouldn't get so defensive.
"Trying to get rid of me?"
"No, I didn't say that, calm down."
"Whatever "I shot back at him, "give me some pizza"
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Please," I groaned
After we had finished eating I started to tidy up the kitchen table and place the dirty dishes into our dishwasher. I even placed some left over pizza on a plate, even though I knew he wouldn't be home to eat it before it had gone mouldy. The sound of the door bell ringing brought be back from my thoughts.
"I am ZIM. Let me in!" Zim screamed from the other side of the front door.
"I'll get it!" I called to my brother. I then walked from the kitchen into the living room. Dib had returned back to the couch to watch more TV. Once I reached the door, I was so nervous; I almost forgot what I was doing.
Get a hold of yourself! He's just a boy! And how many times has he come over.
How many times has he come over, looking like he does now...?
I nearly swooned.
"Hey Zim," I said as I opened the front door, wide enough that I could see him, but not enough that he could get inside.
"Hello," Zim replied politely. He looked at me for a few moments before nervously smiling," may I come in?"
"Why yes of course," I replied as I let him move past me. I had only opened the door just enough that he was able to get in, but not without brushing up against my shoulder.
I stared at the back of him while he walked away into the living room to sit down on the couch next to my brother.
He never looked back.
