Dib knocked on his boss' door and poked his head in as usual.
"Hi." Dib said then allowed himself in.
Mr. Buary was writing away on his paperwork and looked up at Dib quickly and then back at his work.
"Hello there, Dib. We must make this brief." Mr. Buary said as he talked to the sheet of paper beneath him. Dib nodded; brief usually meant 'Boss talks and you nod.'
"You're going to have to go out and buy the party decorations. Don't worry; the money isn't coming out of your pocket." Mr. Buary assured Dib. He then pointed to a wad of cash on his desk and Dib walked up to pick it up. It looked like a lot.
"That should be enough. I want you to come back to my office after you bought everything and keep the recites." Mr. Buary said sternly.
Dib nodded and asked "What's the theme?"
"It's the company's 19th anniversary, so nothing girly or too boring." Mr. Buary said as he looked at Dib and added. "Look for silver and gold colours if you can."
"Alright." and with that Dib went to the door but was stopped.
"By the way, you may not know of this but you are allowed to invite at least one friend outside the company to attend the party. If you are attending that is." Mr. Buary told the black haired boy and Dib nodded.
As Dib walked down the hall to the elevator, he shoved the money into his pocket until he could put it away in his bag.
'Bring a friend...' Dib thought. 'Perhaps Zim would want to come...?' the idea made Dib smile. That would be good bonding time for them, right? Hopefully Zim didn't have work too late tomorrow. Dib didn't even know when the party started, he knew they ended late, at around 12-1 am.
Mitchel was still at the front desk, talking to a customer. Dib grabbed his bag to go and buy some decorations, he caught Mitchel waving a good bye and Dib smirked and gave one back to the egoistical human.
Dollar stores were always the best for decorations even though they were cheap but now that Dib wanted Zim to come, the black haired human wanted to make his work look nice, to show off a little. Not in a bad way, Dib wanted to impress the alien like when Zim used to love impressing Dib.
Dib smiled at the memory, they were such marrons as kids; well Dib was a kid, Zim must be a thousand by now!
The receptionist really stood out within the crowd of families and other people in the store. Dib didn't really care but it was times like these were he wished he had an I-pod still; he didn't even have a computer. He was saving up for a laptop but it was hard since from birth, Dib was used to getting whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. The scythe haired, which is still shaped as such, never learned how to save money so it was tough living on his own in that sense, but Dib managed.
Dib took everything from neutral coloured cups to impressive but plastic looking stars. He took whatever looked good enough to resemble success for his boss' company. Even glitter.
The cart Dib was using was almost full so he figured that that was enough stuff. He still had to carry all the bags to the office and this place wasn't so close. As Dib waited for his bags to be checked and paid for, he looked at his watch to see that his lunch break started in 7 minutes.
Dib's heart began to race. He wasn't going to make it to Zim on time!
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Zim was at the cash register at lunch time, smirking to himself as he looked at the clock. Dib should be here at any moment!
Zim played with his fingers excitedly until costumers came up to him. He got their orders in a more cheerful tone than normal.
The clock began to tick away and Zim's heart began to race with worry. Where was Dib? Was he late? Did he forget? Or...
Zim shook his head. "No...He couldn't bail on Zim. How could the human bail on something so amazing as Zim?" Zim said to himself, once he had no costumers.
Liz came up to Zim, seeing he was talking to himself...again. "Zim, what's wrong?" She asked with worry.
Zim blinked at Liz, scooting away as if he was scared of her which wasn't a lie, the alien was scared of the female because she was now single and wanted to date Zim.
"Uuuuh...Nothing, just waiting for Dib." Zim said, looking at the clock. Dib was more late than before and it worried Zim very much so; it was broking his heart. Zim sighed and looked down, so close to giving up on the human. Dib didn't care...why should he?
Liz looked at Zim worriedly, seeing he was no longer happy. "Hey," she said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "He could just be late or busy. He'll come...Who wouldn't want to talk to a great man like you?" She smiled sweetly, but Zim only ignored the girl and what she said; Zim wanted Dib, wanted Dib to touch him and talk to him.
"...Whatever...It's not the first time he left Zim..." Zim muttered sadly, rolling her hand off his shoulder as he crossed his arms.
Liz sighed. "Hey, if you need anything. Met me in the back room just to chill for a bit. Alright?" Liz asked.
Zim sighed and frowned worriedly. Everything Liz said now sounded sexual and it scared Zim deeply. He felt like Liz was going to attack him at some point. The stressed alien just stared at the clock and the door, waiting for Dib.