Dib ran the whole way back to his work, panting like a mad man when he got into the elevator. He got a few looks from snotty people but he didn't care.
When Dib finally got to his work desk he saw Mitchell giving him a suspicious look.
"You're late." he said in a more serious voice. Dib knew the other male was just trying to 'scare' him.
"No I wasn't, I was doing things downstairs for a bit." Dib lied casually. He lied a lot to others, just convenient lies though.
Mitchel sat up and patted the younger adult's back three times as a friendly gesture. "Whatever you say, dibby boy."
Dib winced at the nick name. Zim's nicknames were far more enjoyable to hear than Mitchel's.
"Oh." Mitchel quickly peeked his head around the corner as Dib was settling into his desk. Dib looked up by instinct. "You going to the office party on Friday?"
"Do I ever go to the office parties Mitchel?" Dib said in an irritated 'do the math' tone of voice.
"Right...well, you should go cause like, you never do." Mitchel said to Dib, smiling; it always pissed the black haired boy off.
"I have no reason to go." Dib said in monotone. He started to do some computer work.
"How about getting a life?" Mitchel added. It was very normal for the two boys to put each other's lives down casually. It was a technique Mitchell used a lot on Dib, Dib just did it right back; it was an instant reply at most times.
"Getting drunk and having sex with everyone are not what I call 'having a life.' " Dib said in slight distaste.
"By everyone you mean the ladies, right?" Mitchel said in sheer cockiness and when Dib didn't answer, the cockiness turned into disgust. "you little shit." and with that the man was gone.
It blew Dib's mind how that man even made it in accounting for this company but then again, it made sense. Mitchell was smart; he just had no room in his mind for values or morals. A situation very common amongst humans; the corrupted society made mankind lose the true meaning of life. But Dib wasn't going into that shit now.
It was refreshing for Dib to know that Zim was alive and...kind of well. Definitely alive that's for sure. It was also a good feeling to know that they would meet again and talk, civilly.
Dib had found a new reason to wake up tomorrow morning, the thought made the human smile a little too himself.
Zim was in the back, flipping burgers as he thought about Dib.
He couldn't help but smile at the thought of Dib and seeing him tomorrow. Dib had grown up well. He was much taller, and handsome, Zim thought. Zim was too happy to push those weird thoughts out of his head or question them; they made him happy right?
Dib looked very nice in a suit and tie. Zim could even see some muscle under Dib's shirt. Not too much, but a bit to be noticed. Dib was slim and didn't look too different, which Zim liked. Zim made a purring sound in the back of his throat, a sound he rarely makes in public. The overall thought of Dib, made him overjoyed. Hearing the human's voice and looking into those eyes again was great. Dib's voice was lower, but Zim found it soothingly so. It was like Dib had come back from the dead, and was now fully alive and healthy.
Zim purred, smiling wide as he flipped burgers. Liz came up beside him. "Alright, Green-guy, tell me who Dib is?"
Zim's smile vanished as he turned his head to look at Liz, blushing faintly from feeling as if she could read his mind. "Dib...Dib is no one. He's no one special." Zim lied.
Liz rolled her eyes with a huff, nudging Zim's arm. "I'm not leaving until you tell me something about him. I want to know why he makes you so happy." She said, leaning up against the wall. "I have time." she said, being stubborn.
Zim groaned, not wanting to deal with Liz right now. He sighed heavily still blushing a bit. "Zim met Dib in 5th grade; we went to the same middle school and high school. We aren't, nor ever friends, We are enemies. Dib left Zim after high school, never returning to his old home. I thought I would never see him again. I thought he was gone forever...until today." Zim said with a blush. "Enough said? Now leave me alone or I'll burn your face off with this...MEAT!" Zim said, wiggling the meat in her face as he wore gloves to protect his skin.
Liz only laughed, never was she threatened by Zim. "Fiiine fiiiine. I'll leave you. I hope your 'enemy' comes back to save you from this horrible meat."
Zim stared down at the meat, dropping it back on the grill, feeling a shiver go down his spine. Oh how much he hated meat. He still feared it but never showed it to be normal and to keep his stinky job.