"I can't believe she did this to you!" Tak said to Dib. Dib and Tak were in their second period Science. Dib's head was wrapped with white bandages, his glasses were still cracked and his eyes were very swollen and black. His arm was in a cast. Some cuts were on his face. Others were covered in band-aids. Dib just groaned in pain.
"If only I wasn't sick on that day I would show your sister a thing or two!" Tak said to Dib. Tak was very angry. A couple kids turned their heads to Tak, but then went back to staring into space. Dib stared up at Tak as she touched his shoulder. He felt his face burn. He never knew Tak would be so angry like that. It made him feel funny inside. She cared for him.
Tak growled angrily and kicked an empty desk next to her with her knee high black combat boot. The desk made a loud sound as its' legs scraped against the white tile floor. Some kids screeched and began to make monkey noises.
The teacher didn't hear a thing, since he was sleeping at his desk… again. Dib smiled at her. Tak looked at him and smiled back. As she did, she carefully lifted his glasses off his nose and cleaned them for him with the edge of her shirt. Dib watched her. He was happy to have a friend like Tak and how she cared about his misery.
Tak placed Dib's glasses back on his face. Dib pushed his glasses up to his nose and smiled at her again. Tak blushed and stared at Dib dreamily. They quickly turned back to their desks when the teacher woke up and began the lesson.
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After skool, Zim walked with Gaz. Gaz didn't really mind. She played her new game while they walked in silence. The autumn leaves blew off the dark maple trees. Gaz's plum- colored hair rustled in the cold wind. She shivered and put her arms closer to her. Zim felt cold too as the wind went through his hair. He put his black, gloved, hand on top of his wig. After a couple of minutes, when the wind died down, Zim put his arm down and broke the silence.
"Gaz?"
Gaz didn't look up from her game. "Yes?" she asked. Zim cleared his throat. "I was wondering what you humans do when you are love pigs?" Gaz paused her game and looked at him. "What?" she asked. "Love pigs," repeated Zim. Gaz felt her cheeks turn hot. "You mean...boyfriend and girlfriend?" she asked.
"Huh?" Zim asked, confused.
They both stopped walking.
Gaz looked at Zim for a minute, and tried to think how to explain what boyfriend and girlfriend was. Finally, Gaz just shook her head.
"Never mind" Gaz said and they continued walking. She unpaused her game and played some more. Zim didn't say anything. After a while he remembered what he wanted to ask her. "Well…um what do you love pigs do then?" Zim asked again.
"We go out…on dates," Gaz said a matter of factly. She couldnt believe she was aying this! What was hapening? What were these feelings...? Zim interrupted her deep thoughts. "Oh, well… would you like to go out on a d-da-dat-ee with me?" Zim said, trying to pronounce the word, date.
Gaz stopped, making Zim stop. She felt the calling. Her dark brown eyes went wide. Her stomach growled like a wild monster. She turned to him. "Bloaty's Pizza Hog!" she said very fast. Zim shuddered at the mention of the place. "Ok…I g-guess that will be f-fine" Zim said, trying not to throw up. Gaz turned back to her game and continued walking. Zim caught up with her, and they both walked down the street to Gaz's house.
Gaz paused her game and turned to the green alien when she got to the door.
"Ok then, how about at eight tomorrow?" Gaz asked.
Zim placed a hand over his mouth to keep from throwing up. "That's f-f-fine!" Zim said. His insides turned uncomfortably. Then he ran off.
Gaz watched him run. Then she shrugged and went inside.
Above on the house was Dib.
He got home early, and he watched them talk to each other.
"A date? Oh no!" Dib whispered to himself. His eyes widened in horror.
"That is so stupid! I have to stop Zim before its too late!" He said to himself, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. He got up and made his way down the roof. He got down off the roof and through the window, but fell into the sink in the process.
"I should find a new way to get down," he said to himself as he got out of the sink, all sudsy and soaking wet. He rung out his blue shirt and the ends of his black trenchcoat and quickly ran down the hall, and up the stairs to his room, creating a trail of puddles. He closed the door and got to work.