Dib couldn't help but stare angrily at Zim, after that horrid dream he had had just hours before. He just walks around like he's not the horrible alien scum everyone should know he is. Dib stared at a piece of artwork, but just allowed his mind to race. This can't be happening… There must be a way to win Mez, My Mez Back from him…

And then it came to him…

*~*~*

Zim couldn't help but stare angrily at Dib, after that horrid dream he had had just hours before. He just walks around like he's not the horrible earth scum everyone should know he is. Zim stared at a scientific diorama of dinosaurs, but just allowed his mind to race. This can't be happening… There must be a way to win Mez, My Mez Back from him…

And then it came to him…

And yes, my dear readers, they did think the same thought at the exact same instant. And in there jealous minds, they both heard the same words "I have to ask Mez to the school dance…"

*~*~*

Mez and Ebs were giggling furiously at the scientific diagram showing the impossibility of alien life form. "Look! Look!" Ebs points to a paragraph titled "The truth about U.F.O.'s" "Wait, right here," she was saying between giggles. "It says, many objects have been mistaken to be U.F.O.'s, weather balloons, shooting stars, and…Right here…VERY LARGE FRISBEES!"

"I told them!!" Mez yells. "I TOLD the scorges that there ships look like Frisbees, but nnooooo!"

"Hilarious." Giggles Ebs.

*~*~* hours later *~*~*

"Master!" Gir squeals as he runs into the hotel computer room. "What's my new ultra super secret mission?!"

"You," Zim spins around in the broken motel chair to face Gir. "Will be going to planet Smirk, and collecting orange and red daffodiliams with an extra splash of green harmoniums."

"Mez's favorite?" Gir cocks his head sideways.

"Exactly." Zim smiles his "I've got this" smile. "I'm giving her something that earth boy Dib could never give her, flowers straight from her home planet."

"Yes master!" Gir gives an army solute and his eyes turn a deep red. They quickly fade back to a light blue and he skips out of the room.

*~*~*

"Yo, dib." Tom walks into the hotel lobby to see Dib surrounded by dozens of copies of florist's galore. "What are you doing up looking at flower magazines?"

"Huh?" Dib looks up to see Tom staring at him with the most confused face. "Oh...I was just…okay," Dib sighs and gives up trying to lie to Tom entirely. "The truth is, I really want to ask Mez to the dance, and I know it sounds stupid, but I've been reading through these stupid magazines for at least an hour looking for which roses will live the longest, and which die the fastest."

"Wait, why do you need roses that die quickly?"

"One needs to be dead when I give it to her."

Tom decides not to ask. "I see," He ponders the dilemma he has been self-willingly dragged into, "Do you know what you're going to say?"

"Not a clue." Dib looks down in shame. "But, you're pretty good with this stuff right?"

Tom shrugs and gives his cocky smile, with his shaggy brown hair and skater jacket hanging limply around his shoulders. "A bit, but the girl I want to ask hasn't given any signals."

"Wait, who do you want to ask?" Dib attempts to throw the awkwardness of the conversation off of him.

"That doesn't matter right now." Tom blushes and deflects Dib's attack "You just need to start with casual conversation, then just sort of mention the dance, you know, ask what she thinks about it… if she has a date…"

"Oh…" intrigued by Tom's wise words, Dib begins to understand. "I think I'll be good."

"Cool, glad I could help." Tom turns around and begins to walk out of the lobby. "Oh yeah," he turns around to face Dib, "If you hear any word about Ebs needing a date, give me a shout out 'kay?"

"No prob'." Dib does that weird hand salute flippy thing and suppresses his giggle from Tom. "Knew it…"

"Huh?" Tom turns around at the doorway, still slightly blushing.

"Nothing… 'Night, Tom."

Wooow I'm actually starting to know how the ending's gonna work :3 it's gonna be crazeehh did you no harmoniums was a word? Like, I just typed that and waited for me to tell me its not a word so I could ignore it…but it didn't D: yeah I guess I just sort of forgot that was a word. Ownerships and what-nots are the same… I just forgot tom :D…poor Tom…