I tried to keep this pretty PG-13, I'm not really into writing filthy filthy love scenes, haha. Or raging party scenes… Unless, you guys want me to? In any case, I feel unsure about how dirty I should get things between them because it might take away from the other things I wanted to focus on? Yea I don't know. Thanks for reading! :3
Any doubt I may have had that Zim had the same external organs of a human male soon went of the window. In the back of my mind I always wondered what was happening down in his pants. As we pressed our bodies together, it became apparent that the similarities between male human and male Irken external anatomy were not so different. I moved my hand down to feel for myself. Zim didn't seem to mind; in fact, he got the idea to do to me what I was doing to him. Things probably would've gotten a lot more intimate since we were on our way to unbuttoning each other's pants, but before we could do anything….
"M-master?" squeaked a confused voice.
"GIR!" Zim yelled. He frantically grabbed the nearest piece of clothing and threw it over my chest and literally jumped up off me, tripping on his way off the couch. He landed on the floor on his back and tried to pick himself up nonchalantly to appear as if nothing happened. He fixed his pants while asking, "What do you want, Gir? I thought you were having a tea party with your piggy friend?"
"W-what were you doing! What were YOU DOING?" GIR shrieked. I couldn't tell if he was upset or just extremely confused. And why does Gir have tea parties with pigs?
"Nothing of your concern! When master is with the Jenna human, you must always knock! Or… announce yourself," Zim tried to explain. I don't think Gir ever walked in on Zim being 'frisky' with a girl before.
"Did you hurt her?" Gir ran over to the couch and leaped up to sit on my stomach. I was still laying on my back covered by what I think was Zim's shirt. Gir propped himself right on me and he pulled up on my eyelids, "Are you alright? Are you alright? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" he got progressively worried about me.
"Gir," I said patting him on the head, "I'm fine! Zim and I were just… hanging out… closely…"
"But my master was attacking you!" Gir said. His big, glowing eyes looked at me with such concern.
"I was not!" Zim barked. He walked over to the couch to pick Gir up by the top of his head, holding him up by his hand. "Zim would never hurt Jenna! You hear me? NEVER!"
Gir was dangling from Zim's hand. He didn't seem to mind being picked up by the head but he continued to shriek and yell out of confusion. Zim rolled his eyes and reached inside his pant pockets to pull out a toquito. He shoved it in Gir's face and he instantaneously stopped screaming. Zim released Gir from his grip and Gir plopped onto the floor, smiling and snuggling his toquito.
"Gir, leave!" Zim ordered. Gir saluted him and ran off into the kitchen to munch on his toquito.
Zim sighed and slumped down on the couch to sit next to me. "Sometimes," he began, "I wonder if that robot will drive me insane. The yelling! Agghhh!" Zim put his face in his hands.
"Gir means well," I said, "In fact, he's pretty sweet. He cares a lot about you." I tried to comfort Zim, but he just groaned. I decided changing the subject would be best, "I think we should continue where we left off? Gir is out of the room now."
Zim sat up to flash me that evil grin, and turned to plant a kiss on me. He always acted so confident all the time, but I could tell he was new to this, for he wasn't as confident as he was when he was screaming at people. Not that he was bad! He just hesitated on where to put his hands, and always asked if he was hurting me. He was so sweet when it came to being close, very gentle. Definitely not a monster like Dib keeps trying to tell me he is.
I hadn't realized I was at Zim's house for hours periodically making out of the couch and talking about how sucky everyone at that school was. It was easy to be with him, surprisingly. Time really does fly when you're having fun. Since it was getting late I gathered up my things to go home, but I gave him a smooch before I drove off. I found myself daydreaming about him on the short drive home. My mind was deep in girly bliss. I was falling for Zim hard and fast, and I couldn't see myself stopping. He wasn't afraid to be his Irken self in front of me. I mean sure he has to look the part of a human to blend in with society, but I loved that he didn't try and act human all the time. He still yelled at people, that ego was still as big as the day I met him, and he carried toquitos in his pocket! Zim is odd, yes, but that's what makes him perfect to me. I didn't have to worry about him hiding anything from me…
My alarm didn't have to wake me up because my head was already wide awake and in the clouds of sappy teenage love. I found myself grinning like an idiot when I got out of bed, which is highly unlike me. I tried to wipe off the smile, but it just came right back. Oh Zim, why did you do this to me?
I managed to get through my first two classes at school without getting too annoyed with the papers being thrown at me. Zita gave me the evil eye every chance she got. I felt sad for her; if she wasn't making such vile faces at me all the time, she would actually look pretty for once.
Zim was my favorite part of school. He wasn't afraid to lift me up to greet me every time his saw me, making a big commotion for everyone around us. Sometimes he even gave me piggy-backs to class. I liked that he didn't hide his affection for me, which was a nice thing to shove in Zita's frown cursed face.
Lunch time came around, so I sat with Zim, of course, at an empty table (where he couldn't yell at anyone). He had another bag full of waffles. "Want some?" He asked.
It was nice of him to offer, but I simply raised my own packed lunch to show him I didn't need his mystery flavored waffles.
"Party on Friday!" shouted a girl with long black hair. "Party on Friday at my house!" she was handing out flyers to everyone in the cafeteria. Zita was following close behind her with more flyers.
Zim laughed and said, "You know, the girl passing out those invitations, Sara, was once hypnotized by a girl named Tak. She made Sara eat her eraser!" He continued to laugh. "Foolish humans…"
"Who is Tak?" I asked.
"Ehhh, that's a story for later!" He tried to end the conversation there.
I wasn't about to let it go when Sara arrived at our table. "Party on Friday, my house." She said, handing both Zim and I an invitation.
Zita noticed Sara at our table and stormed over. "SARA! I told you, invite Zim, not the FREAKY new girl." Zita was fuming, and I found it funny. Zita stomped off throwing Sara's invitations on the floor.
Sara rolled her eyes, "You can come, Jenna," she told me, "Zita's is just… a bitch." She smiled and waved at me and moved onto the next table to continue handing out her flyers.
I looked down at the invitation, which read, "Back to School RAGER at Sara's house! No parents, no rules, yes alcohol!" It definitely wasn't my scene. I never got into the high school party crowd even before I moved here, it just wasn't for me.
"What is this… alcohol?" Zim wondered out loud.
"Something you of all beings should stay away from since you are loud and crazy enough as it is,"
"Very well, Jenna! I accept your demands. So are we going to this so called 'rager' human festival?"
I just laughed. The way he worded anything was hilarious. "Why not?" I said, "Maybe if people see me outside school they'd be less inclined to throw stuff at me.
We finished our lunch and moved onto our last classes. I really hated gym, but at least I had Gaz in the class. She was always playing her Game Slave instead of participating in anything the teacher said. "I just hack into his computer and change my gym grade to an A," she explained when I asked if she didn't mind failing. Gaz was cool, and probably the only girl at school who didn't treat me like a new kid.
The rest of the week flew by pretty fast, and before I knew it, the day of the back to school party Sara was throwing. I came home from school to get myself cleaned up and ready. I wanted to shower and make myself as pretty as possible for tonight since I was viewed at the freak show at school. I put on a tight dress and some leopard flats I stole from my mom's closet. I waited for Zim to arrive at my house since we decided to go together. It was half past 9pm when he came to my door.
"You look…" He said, gulping, "…nice… heh heh!"
"Thank you," I giggled. He was getting better at giving me compliments.
We stood awkwardly in my doorway for a few seconds. He tugged on his collar; I could tell he was nervous to see me look better than I normally do. "Um, shall we?"
I grabbed his hand as we walked together towards Sara's house. It was convenient everyone who lived in this neighborhood was within walking distance from each other. When we arrived, it was pretty obvious which house was hers. It was the only house with all its lights on, and music was blaring out of it. Not to mention there were about 50 cars all leading up to the house.
The outside of the house was nuts, but once inside, it was complete ciaos. There were people (clearly wasted) dancing to some heinous rap music while other couples sat fondling each other on the couch. I was about ready to leave but I saw Zim making his way to the candy bowl. He stuffed his face full of chocolate, jellybeans, and gummy worms.
"This stuff used to make Zim sick, but now… Now it tastes DELICIOUS!" I could barely understand him with his mouth full of sugary candies.
"So did we come to the party so you could free load some candy?" I jokingly asked him.
"No, I thought we should go to this human party carnival because that's what worm babies do. You are a worm baby and just because you are in cahoots with an Irken doesn't mean you can't lead a normal life." He sounded so casual about it. He had no idea how thoughtful it was to come to this party just so I could try and be a normal teenager.
I smiled and through my arms around him, "I like you, a lot" I said. It was true.
He looked down at me and swallowed all the candy he stuffed in his mouth, "I like you too, Jenna, a lot" he said patting me on the head. It was a cute moment, until…
"Well, well, well. Apparently Sara didn't take the 'trash' out." I didn't have to turn around to see who it was, because I already knew it was Zita. Her voice was like the sound of nails on a chalk board: evil and unnecessary.
I let go of Zim to face her. She eyed me up and down. I knew I looked prettier than her because I didn't wear a scowl across my face, but I could tell she was judging me. I could see Zim tensing up, making fists at his sides, ready to defend me. I grabbed his arm so I could move us into the family room, away from her and the snack table.
"Can't think of a comeback? You're such a loser, Jenna! No one in their right mind would date you!" Zita began to laugh, thinking she was so clever. Zim lurched forward looking like he wanted to punch her face in.
"You can't hit a girl," I whispered to him. Zita stuck her tongue out at me and walked away.
"Why not?" he asked, "She deserves it! You are going to let her get away with that?"
"Well, I didn't want to start a fight and be known as the crazy new girl who decked Zita in the face at Sara's party," it was my only excuse. I would love to call her a few choice names and rip her ugly purple hair out, but I wanted to at least try and fit in this new town first.
Zim lowered his eyes and shook his head. "You care way too much about what people think of you," he said in a disappointed tone, "it's a shame. You're hiding your real feelings for fear these filthy weasels we call classmates won't accept you. And because you're afraid, you're letting Zita get away with being an inferior earth larva."
He was right. I dressed my nicest so I could try and impress these kids, and I forced myself to not rip Zita's eyes out for being a first class bitch. I felt ashamed that Zim pointed this out to me. I hope he knew that whenever we were together I was being my true self. "I just wanted to fit in to my new school," I muttered, not looking him in the eye.
"Zim knows how that is. That's all I tried to do when I first came to earth, but now that I'm here, I don't care what these miscreants think of me." I looked up at him to see him staring at me thoughtfully. "You shouldn't worry either, Jenna. You're better than these morons."
I smiled, "Thanks, Zim," it was nice that he tried to comfort me, and it worked. But I really did wonder, "Do you honestly not care what other kids think of you?"
"Are you challenging me?" He smirked.
I put my hands on my hips playfully, "Maybe I am!"
Zim was grinning, and raised an eyebrow. I knew he was thinking of something to prove this…
"What are you doing?" I asked, concerned.
He didn't respond. In fact, he completely ignored me and he made his way over to Sara's television set, I followed close behind. He kneeled down close to her media center and started messing with all the wires until eventually the music was completely off. The room full of our drunken peers let out a groan and there were some comments like "What's happening?" "What's Zim doing?". It was a few seconds until Zim stood up with what looked like a karaoke machine microphone. Oh… God…
"Attention stupid, stinking human cretins. You all know me, Zim, your normal human classmate. I wanted to—"
Someone interrupted, "ARE YOU GUNNA SING US A SONG?"
"SILENCE!" Zim yelled, "As I was saying, I wanted to prove to a very special creature I know that it doesn't matter what all of you imbeciles think, and that you all are as useless as my invading skills. I mean, um, on with the song!"
He pressed play, and I recognized the song immediately. It wasn't a romantic song, but my heart still skipped when I realized it was "You're Pretty Good Looking (for a girl)," by the White Stripes. I was curious to see how an alien could possibly sing this, but he did, in his own way.
He leaped in my direction, but landed on the couch so he was above everyone, just as he viewed himself. He turned to face me, and started yell-singing…
"Oh yeah you're pretty good lookin, for a human,
But your back is so broken.
And this feeling's still gonna linger on
until the year 2525 now…"
I felt my cheeks burn as I stood facing him while he sung to me. People resumed dancing to the song Zim had playing and the others continued making out on the couch where Zim stood. I think everyone was either too intoxicated to care that Zim was singing to me, or if they were simply used to him bringing attention to himself. But he continued to sing, changing a few words to make it fit his and my relationship…
"Yeah you're pretty good looking for a worm baby,
Your eyes are wide open.
And your thoughts have been stolen by this Irken,
who took you out and brought you to this stupid, boring party!"
"Lots of stink beasts in this world,
But I want to be your Irken.
To me that thought is sounding so absurd
and but now in my mind it seems to be workin.
Cause you're pretty good looking for a Jenna,
My future's wide open.
But this feeling's still gonna linger on,
until I know that you will join me on this couch right now!"
He reached out his hand to pull me up onto the couch next to him, and the canoodling couple. Zim was right, I shouldn't care what these stupid kids think of me. I shouldn't hide who I am just to please them. I shoved my inhibitions out the window and started to sing along to the song,
"Yeah you're pretty good lookin,
Oh yeah!
You're pretty good lookin,
Yes you're pretty good lookin,
Oh yeah!
For [an Irken!]"
Strangely, people cheered. They were all falling over wasted, and probably lost all their ability to decipher good singing from bad, but it was nice to get praised for doing something kind of idiotic. Zim bowed, and threw the microphone over his shoulder, hitting some kid in the head, but Zim paid no notice.
"The White Stripes probably wouldn't be too happy you changed the words of their song around in such an interesting way," I said as I stepped down from the couch, "but thank you, I really needed that."
Zim smiled and held out his arm, "I think it's time we leave this dump,"
"Agreed!" I said and linked my arm around his. We didn't get out the door when we were stopped by a furious looking Zita, holding a red plastic party cup.
"So, Zim, you like this garbage that tries to pass as female?" She looked over at me and took a sip from her cup. She was wobbling a bit.
"What's it to you?" He asked, skeptical of what was in her cup. I think he was afraid it was water. I knew it wasn't water, but some form of vodka since it was clear.
"You shouldn't be going after trash like her," Zita tried to be all seductive by lowering her eyelids, and right in front of me too, "You should be with a confident girl, like me." The bitch tried to put her arm around Zim but her wacked her out of the way, making her cup fly into the air, and splash onto both of us. I was disturbed by Zita trying to seduce my boyfriend… er… alien almost boyfriend, in front of me, but I was also soaked by her nasty alcoholic beverage. And happy Zim smacked her.
Zim, on the other hand was shrieking, "MY EYES! It burns!" I believed him because I heard sizzling. So water burns his skin, and… alcohol burns his eyes? "AGGHHH! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WRETCHED EARTH WENCH!"
Zim started to stumble out the front door, smoke rising from his eyes. Luckily we were close to the exit so we wouldn't have trouble leaving… sorta. Zita was drunken crying trying to apologize as Zim kept shoving her out of the way. I tried to follow him out the door to take him home, but Dib stepped in front of me. I didn't even notice he was here. Has he been at the party the whole time?
"Jenna, I've been meaning to talk to you, this is important," he said, reeking of liquor. "I was waiting for an opportunitiez but you were leavinz and well, I need to tell you somethin importantz."
"I didn't know you were into the party scene," I commented, referring to his drunken state.
"Oh, trust me, I'm not. Someone, most likely a mischievous drink spiking phantom, poured it into my cupz while I wuzn't watching my soda."
"Right," I said, "you should be careful, but I gotta help—"
"Jenna, I must tell you this! Listen!" He grabbed ahold of my dress and pulled me closer. "Jenna, I am in love with you."
2 seconds earlier I was focused on getting to Zim as fast as I could, and getting Zita away from him. But this? Really? I took me by surprise.
I stared at him. This really had to happen now? "Dib, that's just the alcohol talking. You don't love me," I pushed his hand off my dress.
"You don't understand. You're the only person who came to me to ask about aliens without calling me crazy. You helped me fight off the ghost haunting the park! You're the first girl who hasn't looked at me like I'm insane. You understandz me."
I didn't know what to do. I was unsure if this was truly how he felt or if it was just the liquor talking, but I kept looking behind him to try and see where Zim was. "Dib, let's talk about this when you're sober, not now when someone, er, something spiked your drink." I tried to move around him but he stopped me by grabbing onto my arm.
"Then answer this question," he said, "you're falling in love with Zim, aren't you?"
I twisted my arm free, and replied with a simple "Yes," and I started to run out the door to catch up with Zim, who was crawling on the ground of the sidewalk. Zita, crying and sniveling, was trying to help him. He just swatted at her.
"Jenna! He's not what you think he is!" Dib shouted out after me, "If he had his way, he would've DESTROYED the Earth by now! He would've wiped out the ENTIRE human race! That's why he's here!"
I kept running towards Zim, trying to disregard what Dib just enlightened me on. I pushed Zita as hard as I could so she fell on her ass a few feet away from me. She was still crying. I left her sitting there so I could dash over to Zim.
"Zim, it's me, it's Jenna," I touched his hands and guided him up to a standing position. His eyes were completely burned up and smoking. "Are you going to be okay?" He looked horrible.
"Yes, yes, my eyes will heal just fine on their own. Stupid Earth and their stupid chemically engineered foul party liquids!" He kept muttering things about earth drinks being evil while I wrapped his arm around my shoulder so I could guide him home.
I could hear in the distance, "You know I'm not making this up, Jenna! Zim was sent here to destroy us!"
I didn't want to believe what Dib said. But this was no time to ask Zim if it was true. At least he couldn't hear Dib yelling at me, he was more focused on his eyes sizzling.
What if what Dib said was true? I mean, the kid was smashed (unintentionally), but what he said about Zim made sense… Was Zim really here to take over the planet? My Zim, the alien who sang a song to me at a party? Who stands up for me? Who saved me? Zim isn't a monster. He can't be…
This party officially sucked.
I noticed while I wrote this that I spelled Zita's name wrong in chapter 10… hehe oops. Well, I fixed it now.
And not that it's important, but I based this off of a similar experience I had at a party once. Song and all :3 I thought it was cute... but yea.
I don't own "You're Pretty Good Lookin (For a Girl)" by the White Stripes.
I just changed the lyrics hehe
