So… frickin'… EARLY! Why does morning have to be so EARLY!! They should outlaw… EARLYNESS! As you can tell, the almighty Phoenix is no morning person. So to make myself happy, I write this. Enjoy, but I understand if you don't, 'cause it's so EARLY! (Damn, boy! How many times did you say that word?!) (*People, please leave reviews on how many times he said 'early'. The boy is prematurely senile, to the point of referring to himself in the third person.)
(random bit of randomness that has nothing to do with the story, but your crazy author guy thought it would make you guys laugh)
Gir- (sigh) I miss flying… Ooh! I know! (flaps his arms) IT'S NOT WORKING!!!
Dib- Gir, stop that.
Gir- WHY ISN'T IT WORKING!!! WHIIIEEEEE??!!
Zim- Gir! Stop your failing! You embarrass Zim!
Gir- (stops) I sawed a birdie do it…. (Happy again) Ooh! Taco!
Zim- See? Isn't ADD great?
Dib- All hail the powers of distraction.
Gir- I'MA GONNA GET YOUUU, TACOOO!
"WHAT IS THAT?" Zim stood before a shiny metal platform in an arcade. It had multicolored buttons with arrows on them, and a large screen stood over it.
"That," answered Dib. "Would be Dance Dance Revolution."
Zim stared. "Wha?"
"You have to step on the arrows as they show up on the screen," Dib explained. "It's a game. Don't tell me you've never heard of it before."
"Feh! Zim has heard of it! Fool!" It was very obvious that he was lying.
"Yay!" Gir squealed in glee. "I wanna play!"
"Okay…"
And that Gir did. He was actually very good. Zim never played, but stared at the machine as if it were going to eat him.
AVAVAVAVAVAV
Later on in the day, Gir decided that it would be a good idea to poke Gaz repeatedly, saying over and over "Hey, lady!" Gaz finally turned around.
"WHAT?!" she snapped.
"I…" Gir paused. "Huh, I forgot."
Gaz then began bludgeoning Gir with her little… purse- backpack thingee (You've seen girls carry those around, yes?). Zim and Dib watched nervously, hoping desperately that they weren't next. At which point, Zim said:
"Dib."
"Huh?"
"Why… are you doing this? It's…" Zim paused. "Out of character."
"I told you why," said Dib. "Isn't that enough?"
Zim shook his head. "The bigger question is… Why do I trust you?"
"I asked myself the same thing," replied Dib. "My best answer was, well… We're really two of a kind, you and me. I've always believed deep inside that if we met under different circumstances, we would probably been friends anyway. Well… here's our circumstance." Dib extended a hand. "Let's start over."
"Never," said Zim. Dib was confused. Zim spoke again. "Never… in my entire life has anyone, human, Irken, or otherwise, ever really acknowledged me as an invader, or even my very existence. To them, to everyone, I was just a nuisance. They all wanted me gone. I could have died, and none of them would ever care. If anything, they'd celebrate." Zim smiled sadly. "I always pretended that wasn't true. I told myself it was a lie, and I even began to believe it was. But then…" Zim let out a trembling sigh. "The Tallest… You should have seen it when they told me they wanted nothing to do with me. They were so… happy. And I realized… that's what they really thought of me all this time. All of them did.
"But you… You actually thought of me as a threat. You respected me as your rival. You thought I was worth your time, and I was so glad that you never looked at me as 'just a minor annoyance' that needed to be gotten rid of. And, honestly, I never wanted to kill you. Lock you up in a small bird cage as a prisoner of war, probably. But never kill you. I wouldn't even let you die."
Dib frowned. "What about the pig thing?"
Zim shrugged. "I was making sure you knew I was still a threat."
"I ALMOST DIED!"
"If you did, so what? I'd just go back and reverse it. I could watch you die as often as I wanted to without you actually being gone," Zim grinned, a bit evilly. "It was fun."
"So mean…!"
"That was the point." Zim sighed, once again serious. "I guess it's because… In a way… Hm… Any way Zim phrases this he sounds weak… You were always the closest thing to being my only real friend. Happy now?!"
Dib smiled. "Yeah. I am." He reached out to help Zim up. And Zim shoved his hand away.
"Zim needs no help!"
Dib sighed. "Yeah, whatever, man. Wasn't really the point." Yeah, he's still Zim, thought Dib.
"Aw, so sweet!" said a voice that was familiar, and yet, somehow not. The two looked up. There stood a tall, pale, pretty girl with short indigo hair that almost covered her left eye. Her eyes were heavily lined and had a very bored look to them. The girl wore a black, very revealing halter top, but was a bit on the flat-chested side. On her long legs were fishnet stockings under a violet miniskirt, and long boots covered in buckles.
"Hi," said the girl. "I'm Tak."
Dib blushed, and found himself unable to speak. So, Zim answered for him.
"I'm Zim, this is Dib, of the big head." Dib frowned. Zim continued. "Hey, have we met before?"
Tak laughed. "I doubt it. My dad and I just moved here. I start skool on Monday."
"W-w-which one?" asked Dib, babbling like an idiot.
"The Hi Skool over there." She pointed in the general direction of the skool.
"Hey," said Zim. "We go there."
"Really?" Tak smiled, showing almost Mary Sue-ish straight teeth. "It'll be good to know some people there. Well, I have to go help unpack. Bye."
Zim looked at Dib once the girl was gone. "What?" asked Dib. Zim continued to stare. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Idiot."
Well, there ya go. And do feel free to comment. I didn't notice that the 'anonymous reviews' thingee was turned off. I fixed it, since I rather like those. Now everybody and their Uncle Charlie can review! Yay for them.
Bet you didn't expect Tak to show up?
Dib- I DIDN'T!!
Zim- I did. (Lie.)
Phoenix- And what was WITH you, Dib? Get a GRIP, man! She's not even half as awesome as Gaz-
Zim- True dat.
Phoenix- Stupid fanboy!! You dumb like a moose!! You are a bad representation of us Dibs everywhere! (He talks tough, sure, but put him in a room with Devi, Gaz, and Haruhi. See if he even talks at all.)
Uhhhhh….. This is dedicated to little girl- GROWN UP (who wants to run away with me and live in a little gingerbread house. I know you want me, don't deny it- Haha, KIDDING! That was a joke. Don't be maaad…..)
Special thanks to my momma, who feeds me (Please don't kill the poor woman. It's not her fault, she has to.)
So long. I'll miss you. Please write. Gir will go to your house and give you a cake with me in it, and I will jump out (with a shirt ON, pocketwatchgirl) and hug you if you do. I may even sing you a little song.
