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After a twenty minute debate about Dib's choice of Chinese; the food had been ordered. The pair were hanging out and watching some movie that Dib had found on tv. Isn't wasn't the best, by any means, but it was a horror movie that featured human violence. So of course Zim was entranced by it, even despite how obviously fake it was.

At some point, it had grown dark out and Dib had thought to turn off the lights, more out of habit then anything. Horror movies were always better in the dark. A knock on the door managed to make the ever paranoid Dib jump. He really just hadn't been expecting it.

Dib pulled out his wallet and stood up. He handed the food to Zim, who had come up to stand behind him, before counting out the total and giving a generous tip to the driver.

"Why did you get so much food?" Zim asked, opening a few of the containers and poking at it.

Dib smiled again. "I got some extra. Just encase you wanted some." As he went to close the door, a figure on the other side of the street caught his eye. Admittedly, they were well hidden, he really only noticed them because of his history with hunting the paranormal. He got good at spotting things that were trying to hide. He closed the door, acting like he'd never seen whoever it was.

"There's someone watching the building." He informed the invader.

One of the Irkens antennae twitched up as he shoved some noodles into his mouth. He really had been curious about the Chinese food, and it wasn't half bad, for human food. "What did they look like?" He asked, recalling the incident from the other night.

Dib shrugged. "Can't tell. Too dark. Looks like they may have a hood over their face also." He took another look through the peek hole in the door.

Zim set the utensil down and walked over, casually peeking out through the curtain. Whoever it was seemed to know how to hide their face... A chill ran through Zim's spine. He was being stalked.

But why? He let the curtain close again and walked back over to the couch. "This isn't the first time." He admitted to the human.

Dib followed, flopping back down in his spot. "What?"

He sighed. "Zim was followed home the other night by a human. It's probably the same one." A pause. "At first I thought it was you."

Dib wanted to protest, but it was a fair assumption, given their history. "How many people have you pissed off recently?" He asked, a smirk on his face, he couldn't help it, Zim did have that effect on people.

Zim glared at him, deciding to take the rest of the noodles as payment for Dib's mocking, leaving the human with none. He stuck out his tongue, before hitting play on the movie. They would figure it out later.

After a few days, it became a habit. Dib would come over after school on days Zim was off. They would hang out, get dinner and watch something together. Unbelievably, it seemed as if they were becoming normal friends, in a span of a week, there were only a few more sightings of the mystery figure. Once Dib had went out to confront it, to find the person had vanished.

And it was a few days after that when it became undeniable to Dib; he had feelings for Zim. It was a Wednesday night and the two were on different couches. The tv was playing a movie neither cared about, Zim was fiddling with his newest invention; something to try and decode all human emotions, and Dib was doing homework.

It was strange, in all the time spent together, he hadn't seen Zim once in his uniform. The Irken still talked about ruling the Earth, but no mentions of his Tallest, or his mission came up. Dib began to wonder if there was more to the others story then he was telling.

He pushed his homework aside and sighed. Confronting the alien directly would result in a fight, and he just wasn't in the mood for that. "I need a break." He stood up and stretched out. "Want to do something?"

Zim tried once more to make the device work. When it clicked at him in response and did nothing. "Fine." He growled, tossing the device to the other side of the couch.

Dib raised an eyebrow at him. "What is that thing anyway? You've been working on it for days." Zim crossed his arms and leaned back against the couch.

"It's none of your business." Was his response.

Dib sighed. "Don't be angry with me because you can't get it to work. I assume that's why you've taken it apart more times than I can count."

Zim shot him a glare. "And it's not Zim's fault the machine won't work. It's the stupid human technology in it." He shot the device a glare as well. "If I could get what I needed instead of having to substitute it, it would be working in no time."

"Mhm. Blame the technology." Dib headed into the kitchen to grab a soda. Dib had ended up stocking Zim's fridge and cupboards with some basic human snacks and food after one incident where the alien caught Dib enjoying an Irken snack and soda. He ended that night with a few bruises and a semi deep scratch on his chest. He didn't make that mistake again.

He popped the tab and walk back into the living room. He picked up the device Zim had been working on and looked over it a few times. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to do; it seemed like it would give off some sort of readings, but for what?

"It's supposed to read human emotions." The Irken said, keeping his gaze on the human. "Right now it doesn't seem to do anything." He shot another glare at the device before Dib put it down. An idea occurred to him and he walked past Zim and over to the door where he had dropped his bag. Dib rummaged through for a few seconds before pulling out his note book and walking back over.

"I could maybe help with it." He said, shrugging. "If you want."

Zim was silent for a moment while he considered it. It would make things easier to have an actual human to test things on, and Dib did have a relatively high intelligence. "Maybe." was all he said.

He was flipping through the pages. He wasn't paying attention as he tried to pass Zim, soda in hand and hit the corner of the couch with his leg. Startled, he accidentally dumped soda in the Irken's lap. Dib froze and lowered the notebook.

Zim glared at Dib and then his lap for a few seconds before it seeped through his clothing and began to burn. He narrowed his eyes further and stood up without a second thought. He turned around and stomped up stairs to change, muttering things like: "Stupid, idiot human," and, "Just be happy that Zim doesn't vaporize your big head."

"I'm sorry!" Dib called out as he left. He did feel kind of bad, although a small part of him wanted to snicker, just a little, for old times sake. He sighed and sat on the other side of the couch, setting what was left of the soda down and picking up the device. Dib scribbled a few notes down about the parts as he took it apart. He looked over each piece before putting it back together again. He hit the button and scanned himself, taking more notes when it clicked and did nothing else.

He was so focused on the task at hand, Dib didn't notice when Zim came back into the room. It was only when he felt the weight on the couch change that he looked up.

When he did, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Zim had come back in a magenta tee. The shirt was obviously too big, just going to mid-thigh. The neck of the shirt sat to the right, exposing his shoulder, and the sleeves were double the size of normal.

"H-hey." He tried to choke out. He wasn't sure where to look, his eyes kept drifting over the small Irkens frame. Mostly though, he kept drifting to the bottom hem of the shirt. Damn was it short! But at the same time Dib couldn't get over how good it looked on him.

"What are you looking at?"

He tried to say something, but shook his head; the only thing he was thinking right now was haw bad he wanted to bend the Irken over the coffee table. "Uhh. N-nothing."

Zim narrowed an eye at him. The way the human was staring at him made is insides feel all fluttery. But he had no idea what it mean. All Zim could tell was the human seemed to be having problems thinking...and that he wanted Dib to look at him like that all the time.

Dib blinked again, struggling to take his eye off where the shirt ended and how great it made him look. From the corner of his eye, he saw the beginning of a new movie start to play on tv.

"Hey look!" He said, changing the subject. "Want to watch another horror movie, this one's got zombies in it?"

Zim turned his eyes to the tv. "Alright." When he came back, he had still been angry at the human for burning him with soda; but with the way Dib kept glancing at him, he felt that vanish.

Zim, as it turned out, was more scared of zombie movies then he liked to admit, Dib wondered if it had anything to do with his first Halloween on Earth and how horribly that had went. Regardless, over the course of the movie he found that the Irken had slowly moved closer to him, under the guise of obtaining more food of course.

About three quarters of the way through, he felt the alien leaning against him for comfort. The human wanted more than anything to wrap his arms around Zim and pull him onto his lap; but he didn't. Although things seemed alright between the two of them currently, it couldn't be guaranteed they would stay that way. He settled, instead, for casually leaning closer to the other.

Dib wanted to ignore how the contact with Zim was making him feel, he wanted to ignore how distracting Zim's clothing choice was as well. He kept telling himself that they weren't at that stage yet, he couldn't afford to blow it. He tried to keep all his attention turned to the screen. It seemed that trying to predict where the next zombie would pop up was just enough to keep him occupied.

Zim turned his gaze from the movie to the human he was leaning against. Amber eyes shone with concentration as the human watched the movie. The Irken felt like he could stare into those eyes forever, if the human would allow it. They captivated him in a way others did not.

The alien was so busy concentrating on the human that when the movie went quite, he glanced over to figure out what had happened. For a few seconds there was nothing on the screen, but before he could look away, the camera panned and landed on an entire hoard of snarling zombies.

Zim screeched and jumped into Dib's lap, hiding his face in the others chest. His antennae were pressed flat against his head and he grabbed the front of Dib's shirt. He had been so widely unprepared for the zombie scene.

Dib lifted his arms at the feeling of the alien diving into his lap. When it seemed that the smaller male had gotten comfortable, Dib let his arms hang loosely around his back.

"Scared?" He teased, looking at the curled up Irken in his arms.

Zim peeked up at him. "No."

"Riiight..."

Zim lifted his head. "Zim is not scared. He was simply unprepared." The alien stated. Dib laughed again, ignoring his protests. He straightened his back and made himself more comfortable in the humans lap. Dib's arms hung comfortably on the others lower back.

"Zim is too amazing to be scared by a pathetic hu-"

Dib cut him off, placing his lips over the Irken's.