brb suicide

by Kitteh and Neo

A bass ackwards universe in which Dib is just your typical emo kid in middle skool, his father isn't the renowned Professor and Zim is actually smart and oh so fabulous. ZADR AU

11. Chapter 11

brb suicide

By Kitteh and NeoFox

Rating PG

Warnings It's gay ya'know. It's gay.

Disclaimer Smeets will eat our souls if we dare claim Invader Zim. So yeah, Jhonen can keep his smeets of DOOM! We just want to borrow Zim and Dib for a fic, so calm yourselves.

Summary ZADR. AU. A bass ackwards universe in which Dib is just your regular tom-emo in middle skool, his father isn't the renowned Professor and Zim is actually smart and oh so fabulous.

Beta Kayla Riddle

Chapter 11

Children screamed and cried much too loudly in the run-down, flashy place which was the city's carnival. All around were rides that looked much too big to really fit on such a small space chosen for the event. Some rides that went around, some that went up and down - one that completely dropped. That one seemed to scare a lot of parents until it actually went back up.

The few people that weren't waiting in line for their thrills were waiting in line to grab at the only goodies they could get at such a place. So much junk food that some of the sickness around may have been caused by that, instead of the rides.
The whole place caused Dib's good mood from earlier to suddenly go downhill. It wasn't the type of place he liked to hang around, but once he paid for the tickets he really had no choice in the matter. He was about to speak up and ask Zim if he might have changed his mind, but a small child decided that moment to run screaming, as loud as he could, past him. That one thing caused Dib to cringe and grit his teeth.

"I'd suggest stabbing it with a stick and deep frying it but-- it looks sticky." Zim peered past Dib, clinging to the boy's arm since they'd gotten in; not that it kept him still since they'd been walking. "And diseased." he added, sounding more serious than joking. Zim didn't stop there though, his eyes darted left, right, up, down, and diagonal at all degrees. He pointed at almost every sight and light with a captivated 'uuuw!'. "I like that. And that. Oh! That's pretty! And so is that! I wanna try those, those, those and that! But not that -- that's just stupid." He went back to clinging to Dib's arm after pointing.

Dib tried his best to relax, but it really wasn't working. Every bit of noise was annoying him, even as he turned his head to try and give Zim his attention. "Well, we can try whatever you want. You should probably choose what has the smallest line first." He moved his eyes back to each ride. Earlier he had said the place wouldn't be packed, but he hadn't thought of how long the walk would take. Add on one teenager that was hyped up on coffee. It had made Dib's time getting them there much harder.

"That one! No- that one! No-- those! Oh! THOSE! Oh-no- that ride!" Zim blinked as he tilted his head. "Wait-a-tick." A lot of those whirly, movey-shakey rides looked like simulators and training rides from the academy. In all honesty he'd been in far more dangerous rides just training to be an invader. The sweet nostalgia put a wide grin on Zim's face, as he clasped both hands on one of Dibs to pull the boy to a rather whirly-twirly-spinny ride. "This one first!"

Dib's eyes widened as he was pulled along. "Zim!" The name came out almost as a squeak. "Zim, I really don't want to. I'm not much for rides." He knew the other boy wasn't paying any attention to him. If anything it would have been amazing if Zim could even hear him over the crowds and most of the noise around. As he was yanked he brushed against some of the people that were trying to push by and it caused him to let out an annoyed sound. "Zim..." He whined the name that time, and only stopped when he was finally able to catch up with the other.

The green boy pouted when he heard the arguing and whining finally. "The Dib said I could try whatever ride I wanted." He smoothed the fabric on Dib's chest, but it was more to play with the chains there. Zim peeked up through hair. "Didn't you." He stood up on his tip toes so he could touch his pouted lips to Dib's. "Unless you wanted to go on something more tame, like the squiddy-kiddy ride?" He pointed a claw over to a small merry go round for toddlers of eerie smiling cartoony sea animals; two happy kids clinging onto their rides while another cried big fat screaming tears.

Dib darted his eyes over to the small ride and let out a sigh which moved across the other's lips. He dropped his eyes back down to Zim and tried his best to narrow them in some form of anger at the shorter teen, but it just wasn't working out. In the end he finally cracked. "Fine, I'll go on the ride with you. It doesn't mean I have to like it, though." With those words, he raised a hand up to take the one which was playing with his chains, and pulled his lips back so he could press a kiss to Zim's knuckles.

The other made a happy noise at that. "I'll even let you hold Zim's hand." He wiggled his fingers of the hand Dib had in gesture. "Feel honored my stabby faced, belly laser shooting boyfriend. Not everyone can do that!"

Zim tugged Dib by the hand he held over to the line up. "Be a man!… or… something of the pep-talking sort that guys give to each other." Said the boy in a skirt. Then again, he'd had his butt kicked by many a girl; and his ruler was a female to boot. Irken just weren't chauvinistic; at least the smart ones weren't.

Dib gave the smallest groan as he was tugged into the line. His eyes scanned the people ahead of them, and thankfully there weren't too many. That one fact had him quickly looking behind, knowing that at any moment more people would be ready to pile up in back. His free hand moved up to reach around Zim's waist, pulling the shorter boy close to his chest as he turned his head back around to face the front. "I'm not much for pep-talks. They're not really my thing." He tried his best to smile, but it came as more of a weak smirk. "This is just me dealing with the situation."

Zim tweaked his lips at that and then gave a thoughtful sound. Leaning up against Dib, he reach up to run the tips of his claws against the piercings on the other's ear; Dib always seemed to like when he toyed with the earrings. He fiddled with the one on Dib's bottom lobe gently. "Better?" Zim grinned.

Dib closed his eyes for only a small second before he answered. "Much." He leaned his head down just enough to place a kiss on Zim's cheek, but made sure not to pull away from the other's hand. "See, I didn't need a pep-talk." He spoke the words against the green skin. "I just needed a little of your help." He let one of his hands slide down and slip under Zim's shirt so it could run over the teen's stomach, returning the touch in his own way.

Zim chuckled quietly, pressing closer to Dib. "You're so easy to subdue." He gave a long, relaxed exhale. "Simple pleasures for simple beasts. Or… something like that. Either way, Zim wins." He dropped his hand down so he could lean up to run his tongue along the line up of piercings on Dib's ear instead.

"You always win." The words were followed by a low sound, before Dib finally gave in completely and let his head drop to Zim's shoulder. Since the other's mouth was much too busy, Dib took it in himself to start teasing at skin. The small part of a neck that Zim's shirt didn't hide was lightly bit at before being sucked on. The whole time, his hand had begun to trace lazy patterns that meant nothing on the exposed skin, having moved Zim's shirt up during what was happening.

Zim squirmed, and let out a pleased, husky sound much too loudly for the surrounding people in the lineup to be comfortable with. He slipped his arms around Dib's neck as he arched closer to the other, baring more skin from under the shirt. "I doo." he affirmed in a low, amused voice against Dib's ear. He took one of the ear piercings in his mouth, sucking on it as he toyed with it with a slender tongue.

The sudden wet feeling against his ear caused Dib to falter for a moment, and stop what he was doing. He couldn't help the moan that slowly made its way out of his mouth and was muffled against Zim's neck. After the sound escaped him, Dib continued what he was doing, biting harder at the skin near his teeth before letting his tongue move out so the small ball of metal could press against the skin.

Zim's moan hummed loudly against the other's ear, and he melted completely against Dib. If the other hadn't hold of the green boy, he would have fallen flat on his green face. People were starting to edge away from them, and ahead there was a huge gape where the line had receded, but no one dare step in front of the two.
Zim pulled his mouth from the other's ear with a smack of lips. He was dully aware that they were somewhere for a reason, but his mind couldn't grasp why just yet. So instead he thudded his head against Dib's clavicle with a lazy laugh baring more neck for the other.

Dib was a bit disappointed at first when every good sensation he could feel left his ear, but the small laugh he heard from Zim only caused the disappointment to leave just as quickly. It was hard for him not to grin against the other's neck, even as he continued to try and lick at every spot he could. His one hand that had stayed near Zim's waist the entire time slowly slid down the boy's hip and further until it stopped at a leg. There he ran his nails over the thin cloth, edging his hand closer and closer up Zim's skirt.

"Sir. Ma'am. You're up next." The ride operator announced in a tired monotone voice to Dib and Zim.

"Awww." Zim whined disappointed as he peeked over from Dib's chest with the other's hand part way up his skirt.

Dib jerked his head up and blinked lazy eyes at the operator. He stared at the man for a few moments until he actually remembered where they were. "Oh..." He looked down at his hands and much like in the hall, he slowly pulled them away letting Zim's shirt and his skirt fall back down on their own. He pressed one small final kiss to the side of Zim's head before he took the boy's hand and led him over to the ride. Right before he even took a step on the platform that would lead him inside, Dib shrugged his shoulders letting his bag slip off each one. The action caused him to let go of Zim's hand as he tossed his bag to the side. "I hope no one steals that." He narrowed his eyes a bit before he turned them on Zim. "Are you gonna take your bag off? It might get a bit annoying if you keep it on."

"Noo." Zim dragged the word out lethargically. He looked around shifty eyed. "It has stuff I need. Stuff that makes Zim… Zim." He spoke rather carefully. "And if I take it off, I won't be Zim. And I would only have ten minutes to live." Zim clapped his hands together. "And I like living. It's a fun hobby of mine. We should do it together sometime. But for now, I am going this way." Zim stepped up to the plat form to be seated.

The ride operator stared at Zim and then looked back to Dib. "... Oh yea." he went on in a sarcastic but still level tone. "She's a keeper."

Dib had blinked his eyes a few times at Zim's words. They certainly left him confused, but in the end he decided to blame it on all the coffee the other had drank. When the operator spoke it startled Dib, and the words caused him to narrow his eyes on the man for just a second before he turned them back to the platform. He gave a small shrug and started walking up, speaking up just a bit as he did. "Yeah, she is." With that he walked the rest of the way onto the ride, walking up to Zim and pulling the boy to a seat for the both of them.

Zim sat oh so happily in his seat next to Dib as they were buckled in. He was far too calm to be healthy, and the smile on his face would be unsettling to anyone. He looked at Dib. "Comfy? Cozy? Does the Dib have any last requests before he is sent into the air spinning at joyous speeds that would cause bugs to explode on impact?" He slipped his hand in Dib's. "Remember! Keep your mouth closed. I've seen people die from swallowing a bugly." he stated much too cheerfully.

Dib didn't seem half as calm as Zim. The good mood that their earlier actions had put him in completely vanished as a worried look crossed his face. His eyes darted all around the ride, then down to their hands, before they finally landed on Zim. "Yeah, just one." He moved his free hand up to place it on Zim's mouth. "Stop talking. You're really not helping me." He let his hand drop back down and closed his eyes. "You can just tell me when it's over."

Zim glanced around as other people took their seats and were fastening in. He grinned wickedly at Dib. "It's over."

Dib frowned at that and his piercing could just barely be heard clicking against his teeth. "I'm not that stupid." He squeezed Zim's hand trying to get back at the other some way, but also out of nervousness.

Zim had to laugh to himself. Everyone was well buckled in and the ride operators stepped from checking everyone's fastens. He heard the gears groan as they were lifted into the air, and some other riders gave a 'woop.' Zim glanced at Dib with another wicked grin. "It's over."

Dib finally opened his eyes, but only so he could narrow them down on Zim. "I told you I'm not that stu...pid..." His words had trailed off as the ride gave a sudden jerk. Slowly they turned back around so he could see what exactly had caused such a thing only to see nothing but the sky ahead. "Oh man..." The words were let out in a small whine right before the ride finally dropped downhill, causing many of the people in the cars to scream at the top of their lungs. Dib was the loudest of them all.

They were thrown up, down, spun, and jerked about at unhealthy speeds only to plummet back down and then instantly up. All the while Zim cackled enjoying himself immensely while Dib shrieked continuously beside him.

Much to his disappointment the ride slowed, and finally settled their cart down to a stop. Zim leaned back in his seat waiting to be let out, taking the time to catch his breath from laughing so hard. He exhaled before turning to face Dib with an insanely happy grin. "That was awesome possum! Let's go again! Can we go again! I wanna go again! Dibness! Dib-stab! Again! Again!"

All Dib could do was give out a small groan in response as his free hand let go of the safety rail in front of them. It was surprising that his hand hadn't left an imprint in the metal, for how hard he had a hold of it. His body slumped forward over the rail, and he gave another low groan before he actually spoke. "I think I'm going to be sick." His other hand twitched against Zim's, but never once let go. "Why in the world would you want to go again? That was just...ugh...I think I just re-tasted that spaghetti I had earlier."

Zim tapped the side of his lips. "I do so love spaghetti." he commented idly. But all the same Zim pulled the languid Dib from his seat, and onto the platform to stand. "Come Dibness. Come on. I want to go on more, faster, more twisty rides!" He tugged on Dib's hand with both hands away from the ride.

"Alright, I'm coming." Dib followed reluctantly behind Zim and made sure to grab his bag on the way. "It was such a bad idea to bring you here. I could have picked the movies, maybe even taken you to the mall or something just as scary, but no, I picked this." He stopped just as Zim did and let his eyes travel over the other rides. None of them were any better. Most of the rides looked like they spun way too much for Dib's tastes. Why would he want to stand in something just to go incredibly fast? The parachute ride didn't look any better. "Zim, why do you have to like this stuff?"

The green boy was busy looking from ride to ride with much interest; of course it was the most fast, most spiny, most death-defying ones he seemed keen on. "Hm?" He finally looked back to Dib at the question. "Uh." He tapped his lips and said the first answer that came to his mind to satisfy Dib before turning back to look at the rides. "Because I'm an alien bent on world domination."

Dib blinked his eyes a few times at that. It took him awhile to finally snap out of it and roll his eyes. Soon a small grin to come to his lips, though, as he looked back at Zim. "Okay, then if you're the alien, can I be the poor unfortunate soul that's in a twisted relationship with the counselor? Something like that. It was on a movie I saw once I think." He couldn't help but let out a small, amused sound as he pulled Zim by the arm not waiting for any real answer. "Come on, nut case." As those words were spoken, he led the other over to a ride that seemed to be spinning at the same time it was going up and down at a high speed.

Zim squeaked as he was pulled along. "Only if you buy snacks for Zim." He blinked some, and smirked. "Does that mean Zim gets you on weekends? Wait. Zim doesn't like to share." He let go of Dib's hand to tackle into the boy, latching arms around the other's middle tightly with a cackle. "Mine!" Though he let go just as quickly, completely distracted. "Uw! Pretty!" He ran off to the lineup of the ride Dib had been dragging him to.

Dib stood where he was for a few moments trying to figure out what exactly to do. Zim left him much too confused sometimes, and he had only been around the boy for a few days. Finally, he just gave in and followed after the other, figuring that was the best option. Once he made it to the line he had to fight his way to get where Zim was. Some more people had made their way to the line since Zim had walked up and weren't too happy to have Dib make excuses for getting near the front. As soon as he was free of them all and reached the teen, he quickly wrapped his arms around the other and buried his face in Zim's hair. "Mine." The same word was spoken against the black strands while he tried to cuddle closer to the smaller body.

Zim couldn't help but wiggle and squirm in Dib's arms, the caffeine running through his body just wouldn't have him holding still. He gave a dramatic gasp. "You own Zim? But I thought I owned Zim." A hand went to his mouth in mock shock. "How dare he lie! I am so upset. I will cry tears of blood, and sin, and darkness, and eels. Especially eels." He ran his claws up Dib's arms.

"Sounds painful." Dib gave a low sound when he felt the other's hands, the feeling relaxing him considering what happened earlier. In return he placed a small kiss on top of Zim's head before he went back to watching the ride they were at as it spun around. "I don't think I'm going to like this. It looks even more unbearable than the last one." One of his hands idly stroked up and down Zim's front against the shirt the boy wore as he continued. "I don't have the stomach for this kind of stuff."

"I liked it. I liked it a lot." Zim swayed, taking the other in the pendulum action. "In fact, we should go buy and eat some snacks and then ride it AGAIN!" He tried to turn his head to look at Dib, but it was hard, considering the other's head was rested atop his own. "You think so too, yes?"

"I don't know." Dib lifted his head to look down at Zim, and after only a few seconds he finally gave in. "I guess we could. A break from the rides doesn't sound like a bad idea, anyway. Although, I don't really like the idea of going back on them after I eat, either, but whatever." He moved his eyes back to the ride which was finally coming to a stop. He let go of Zim, since they would soon be next to go on as soon as it was empty. "As long as you're enjoying yourself I can't really argue with anything." He turned his attention back on Zim for a small second.

"I agree." Zim pulled from Dib's arms but not before snatching the other's hand to yank him to the ride as the lineup started heading to it. "I like it when Zim has fun." He pulled Dib up the steps onto the ride's platform to snag an empty seat with Dib.

Dib gave a harsh swallow as they were both strapped in and everything was secured. It seemed the restraints for such a ride were made extra secure, and that didn't help Dib's frame of mind at all.

It didn't take long for the operator to finally finish with everyone and to start the ride up. Just like last time, Dib clung like a vice to Zim's hand as the ride started to move up and spin slowly. A few of the people were already giggling or just making noises in general, but as the ride sped up Dib started to cling even tighter as he tried not to scream.

Zim only laughed loud and shrilly, much like last time. He kicked his legs and raised his free hand to the wind as they spun around faster and faster, raising and sinking with the action; which most likely didn't help Dib at all.

"I'm gonna be sick!" It was the first thing to come from Dib's mouth when he finally opened it. The words actually caused a few people to stop laughing and try to edge away, but sadly their restraints wouldn't allow them to. The two people across from Dib seemed to look for some form of escape route, but were having no such luck.
The ride didn't last much longer much to the satisfaction of everyone and as soon as it came to a stop the operator helped everyone out of the restraints so they could hurry off the platform away from the scary teen. Dib only let out a muffled sound, much worse than last time.

Zim tugged Dib from the ride, practically peeled the other from his seat to stand, trying to keep the boy from falling on his big pierced head. "... Snacks wouldn't help right now. Would it." He tried not to laugh meanly, but it was hard.

Dib could barely manage a glare at the other. All of the energy was sucked out of him, and he felt like any sudden movement would make him explode - and not in a pleasant way. "Stop talking me into things." He gave another noise after he spoke, suddenly wishing he hadn't. So, instead, he settled for just leaning against Zim. It was the best thing he could do at the moment.

"Come, come, Dib-sick. A sit down will make you feel betters." Zim slipped an arm behind Dib's middle and dragged the other from the offending ride. He found some nearby picnic benches but all of them were full of families stuffing fried foods down their gullets. So Zim picked the less of all the evils and went to the picnic bench with just two old folks eating ice cream. He leaned against the table, letting Dib lean against himself. "Here, sit if you want. I promise it won't spin, or fly away with you on it." Zim rubbed the boy's side to settle him.

Dib didn't argue with that and sat down as soon as they reached the table. He didn't dare move away from Zim though, and kept his body propped up against the other teen. "Hmm, yeah, this is definitely much better." His voice was still a little sick sounding, but not half as bad as before. One of his hands moved up just a bit so he could fiddle with a buckle on Zim's arm to pass the time.

"Did you still want some snacks? I could give you the money I have and you can go get them on your own." He tapped his nail against the metal on the buckle. "I feel sort of bad about this."

"It's not your fault you're unsuitable for high velocity flying at several angles per second." Despite it sounding like an insult, it was spoken in a tone meant to comfort. Zim didn't move, letting Dib keep heavily leaned against himself, as he ran claws through the other's dark hair in comfort and slight fascination. "Although with this fin, you would think a Dib would be aerodynamically inclined." He toyed with the pierced lock of hair in gesture and amusement before he ran his fingers over it, then went back to stroking fingers through the rest of Dib's hair.

Dib gave an amused sound as he closed his eyes. He couldn't help but become completely relaxed with what Zim was doing, his sudden sickness forgotten as best it could be. "You would think I'd get some sort of benefits from the thing." His words slowly trailed off as he let out a content sigh and tried to nuzzle his face against Zim's shirt. "I'm enjoying this date, sickness and spinning rides of death aside."

"As long as you don't puke on my shirt, I will agree. It's been fun." Zim tugged on the pierced lock of hair again. "Does this do anything? Or... is it doing it now?" he idly questioned, continuing to run his fingers though the other's hair again. "I'm guessing the Dib is done with the evil rides? Tsk. And it only took two for you to be beaten. How sad. You'll never build an immunity that way."

Dib raised a hand up so he could grab at Zim's to bring it down and kiss the other teen's knuckles for a quick second. "No, it doesn't do anything." He let go to allow Zim go back to his petting before he continued speaking. "I don't know. I might be able to go on a few more. I'm not going to ruin your fun just yet, don't worry." He moved his hand a bit and began to toy with Zim's skirt, just so he could keep his hand busy. "Why do you like them so much? I don't see the big thrill."

"Zim likes it fast." the green boy couldn't help the grin that matched the suggestive comment; though Dib didn't see it, it was easy to feel grinning down at him. "The, uh, freedom I think. Letting loose. No boundaries. And it brings back good old memories. But, I can't really talk about those." Zim chuckled teasingly at that. His hand slunk down to run over the fuzzy, cropped hair near the base of Dib's head. "Hee. Fuzzies."

Dib blushed a bit at Zim's answer, and was grateful his face was buried. For a few moments he kept silent, content enough with what he got out of the other and with what Zim was doing. After awhile though, something about what Zim had said before still seemed to bug him. "Hey, Zim..." The other teen's name was spoken in a groggy voice. "you said something earlier about needing your bag to live or something. What's so important in there?" He finally raised his head after the question to look up at the other with a curious gaze.

Zim met Dib's gaze for but a second before it went skyward. "Oh, you know, the essentials for a happy, healthy life: moneys, keys, tissues, makeup, paper, pencils… um… A… calculator? Maybe some gum. You know - the essentials." He looked back down at Dib. "Same as yours."

Dib continued to keep his eyes on Zim's until he finally let his head bury back in the other shirt. "You exaggerate. That was no reason to say you needed it to live. You could have easily taken it off. It wouldn't have been a big deal." He let out a small yawn that caused him to stay silent for a moment before going on. "I took off my bag and I was fine. I'm still surprised no one stole it, but I guess a beat up black bag isn't so appealing to anyone."

Zim shifted his gaze and murmured under his breath "The sad poetry kept them away. Better than any high tech security system." After he whistled innocently.

"I heard that." The words were muffled against Zim's shirt, and after they were said, Dib moved away from the other body so he could lean his back against the bench. "We're actually dating and you still make fun of what I do." He tried his best to narrow his eyes on Zim, but the sudden movement he had done wasn't helping him feel well enough to really get his anger across. "Real nice, Zim."

Zim stared down at Dib a moment, but all the same he smiled that usual grin of his. "If Zim kissed you.. would you throw up in Zim's mouth?" His grin grimaced some.

Dib blinked lazy eyes at the other before he looked up at the sky. He actually seemed to consider the question while his nails tapped at the seat of the bench the entire time. "Hmm..." Finally he dropped his attention back down so he could stare at Zim's face once more, and shook his head as best he could while allowing a small smile to cross his face. "No, you don't have to worry. You're in the clear."

Zim seemed pleased with that answer. "Okay." But with that knowledge he took it to sit on the picnic bench's table beside Dib, kicking his legs idly. He looked again at each of the dangerous rides with interest once again, making his question counter productive (and if not rather mean).

Dib frowned when no kiss came and watched as Zim sat back down. He continued to wait hoping that at some point something would happen, but still nothing. "You're cruel." The words came out with a small pout. He moved around on the bench so he was sitting on his knees in front of Zim and rested his arms on the other's legs, and laid his head down as well. "Why ask me such a question, and then not give me one?"

Zim unconsciously started running his claws through Dib's hair again, glancing down at the head rested on his lap. "Poor little Dib. Your life is so hard, so mean." He fiddled with one of the piercings on Dib's ear before going back to petting the boy's head. "If want one, you can just ask." Zim chuckled. "Zim will oblige. He can't resist when asked so nicely."

Dib closed his eyes, enjoying the moment of just having Zim running his hands through his hair. If it wasn't for the fact he actually had to speak up, Dib could have fallen asleep where he sat. "Can I please have a kiss?" He barely opened his eyes so he could look up at the other with a drowsy sort of expression. "Hmm?" He tried his best to run his fingers along the sides of Zim's legs, but even his motions were lazy.

Zim's brows rose and his gaze sifted shut as he met Dib's; the lethargy was rather contagious. "Yes. Yes you may. Please grab a ticket, have a seat and wait for your number to be called." Claws ran down from Dib's hair to the boy's neck, grazing the pointed ends along to the back of neck then back up again.

The smallest of noises left Dib, and once again his eyes closed as he was no longer able to keep them open. "Shouldn't I get some sort of privileges, since I'm your boyfriend?" He gave up on keeping his head up, and instead let it fall to the side, nuzzling his face against Zim's leg. "I shouldn't need a number, right?"

"Ahhh, the special back door membership." Zim nodded acknowledging. "Of course. Right this way." He gestured up to his face before he leaned down and kissed Dib's pierced ear. "Will that be for here or to go? Paper or plastic?""

Dib gave a tiny moan before he opened his eyes and turned his head. "I think I would like it here." With that he pressed his lips against Zim's own for just a quick second. "I think I can do without the paper and plastic." He gave a tired grin before he planted his lips right back on Zim's - just a bit harder.

Zim made a soft sound that was muffled before he pulled back. "Snacks?" He pressed another quick kiss to the other's lips. "Rides?" And another still. "Coffee?" He pressed a longer kiss then. "All three?" His dark hair hung down, and he found slight amusement brushing it against Dib's face.

The strands of hair tickled Dib's face and caused him to scrunch up his nose. "Yeah, I guess so. That's if I have enough money for both snacks and coffee." He finally moved off of the bench to stand back up. He stumbled a bit when he was on his feet, but once he was steady he moved his hand to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. After he sifted through the mess that it was for a bit he pulled out all he had left and stuffed it back in his pocket. "A little over six dollars, that's not bad. It should be enough to just get you something. I can go without." He moved his hand out to help Zim off the bench. "Shall we go get you something to eat, then?"

Zim took the other's hand and hopped off the table. "Let's!" He followed the Dib to a concession stand. He wasn't too disappointed when he saw the alien food being served there. It didn't smell too bad - and it looked edible. What fascinated Zim most was the sugar fluffy cotton making device. He leaned forward and stared as the concession worker twirled the paper cone, adding layer upon layer of sweet, pink, fluffy goodness. Zim pointed animatedly. "I want that." He gave Dib's hand an eager tug. "Can Zim get that?" His eyes went wide when he spotted something else. "AND donuts? AND churros! I like popcorn too!" Zim looked at Dib, still pointing. "Does coffee make the popcorn taste better?"

Dib only shook his head at the last thing Zim asked. "Not really. Popcorn tastes pretty good on it's own." He looked over each snack Zim had asked for and tried to add up everything in his head deciding that in the end it would be fine to buy it all. As long as he bought a small cup of coffee.

As soon as he was next in line he bought the cotton candy first handing the fluffy treat over to Zim so he would be able to grab onto the other snacks when they were ready. It took him a bit to actually handle everything else as well as a cup of coffee, but he managed it while turning back around to face Zim. "Uh...could you take something else, maybe?" He gave a small helpless face.

Zim nodded and took both the bag of churros and donuts leaving Dib with the popcorn and coffee. He made a delighted noise at having all the sugary snacks in his possession. First thing he bit into was the cotton candy. Immediately, his eyes widened and his mouth hung in awe. "Ith dithintigrating inthu... pure blithhh." That said, he began to stuff as much of the pink sugar cotton as his mouth could contain in one go. Making non-too-polite chewing and devouring noises Zim, let out happy squeals here and there. "Ith offithal. I love thith planet." He bounced a bit but it caused him to almost spill his precious donuts, so he stopped and clutched his horde possessively.

Dib gave a relieved sound once his hands weren't so full and tried his best to understand what Zim said. In the end he gave up and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it seems you like it. That's what I'm getting from your reaction." He shifted the cup to his arm, making sure he had a tight enough grip on it. Once his hand was free, he reached out to take a small bit of cotton candy letting the sugar dissolve in his mouth before he went on. "I take it you've never tried any of this stuff before where you come from?"

Zim stared at Dib with a churro sticking out of his mouth. He slurped it into his mouth, and quickly shook his head as he chewed. Next, he stuffed his mouth with donuts before grabbing a fist full of popcorn and shoving that inside too. He chewed obnoxiously before taking the coffee from Dib and chasing it all down with a large swig. Just as simply he handed the cup back to Dib. Instantly his eyes snapped open and he let loose a burp that rattled almost all of the carnival.

Dib jumped back at such a loud noise, causing him to almost spill what was left of the coffee and popcorn all over himself. For a few moments all he could do was stare at Zim, before his eyes traveled up to glance at all the people that had stopped to stare as well. The sudden attention caused him to quickly bow his head, finding it the best way to hide himself at that moment. "That was so disgusting."

"I think my spooch liked it." Zim smiled cheerfully and continued to chomp down on the food he had as he turned to wander.

Dib raised his head to narrow one eye on the other. "You're what?" Before he even waited for an answer, he quickly shook his head. "You know what, never mind, I don't even think I want to know what you're talking about." He reached his hand out once again to steal a donut. "You should tell me more about yourself. All I know is that you have some weird birthmark, you like to make up weird stories about your life..." He bit into the donut and chewed it until he was able to talk once more. "...and you were already in a relationship." That last part was spoken quietly.

"I AM ZIM! I am AMAZING!" He thoroughly masticated a poor churro, and then the rest of its churro family with much enthusiasm. It wasn't until complete churro genocide occurred in the bag did Zim talk again, licking his lips thoroughly. "There's not much else. What is it you want to know about Zim. Ask, I shall inform... OF HIS GLORY!" Zim crumpled the bag with his mighty fist and tossed it aside. He then took the coffee again from Dib to chug more down. "It's hot because it loves! It loves Zim so!" And then he handed it back to Dib.

Dib took the cup and looked it over before turning his attention back on Zim. For a few moments he looked a little afraid of the other teen, but soon regained some form of composure. "Um, well, just tell me about yourself. Every time I ask you where you're from you dodge the question. The first time you said it wasn't walking distance, and the second time you told me that if I didn't care then why would I want to know." He placed the cup near his arm once more so he could reach his hand over and point to Zim where his nose should have been. "I also want to know about that..." He slid his finger around towards the side of the boy's head. "...and that." His finger had stopped where an ear should have been. "I didn't mention it before outside of Skool because I didn't think you would talk about it, but since you're so willing to now..." He trailed off.

Zim stared at Dib, he narrowed his eyes at the other, the tension building. Finally, he blinked his eyes to stare blankly at Dib. "Huh?" He tilted his head, making the entire moment of tension completely anticlimactic. "Oh. I'm from CANADA. I'm a Canaedazoid!" He smiled widely. "But not anymore! I do so miss the braying of the mooses and platapy. But oh well!" He took it in himself to try and shove the rest of the cotton candy in his mouth; with no real success.

Dib actually seemed to think about what Zim said and after a few moments he shrugged his shoulders. "Makes sense I guess." He had let his hand fall back down only to reach over and grab some popcorn. "I think I'm feeling better, especially since I'm able to stomach this stuff." He chewed on a few pieces of popcorn before going on. "I should be able to go on some more rides with you if you want. Don't get upset if I start to get sick again, though."

Zim seemed to only hear what he wanted to hear out of all that Dib said. He ripped the rest of the cotton candy flesh from its paper cone bones and dumped the rest of the donuts into his mouth and chewed furiously. Whipping back the coffee he chugged the rest of it down with mouth-fulls of popcorn. He handed the rest of the popcorn to Dib after he finished his coffee, and smacked his lips with a satisfied sound as he put his hands on his hips victoriously. He was about to say something when his eyes snapped opened and he let loose another Earth shaking belch.

Dib made another disgusted face at that. "I can't believe you." After that was said, he walked over to a garbage can to throw the trash away, wiping his hands off as best he could afterwards. He made his way back over to the other boy only to wrap his arms around the smaller body from behind, once again resting his head on top of Zim's own. "So, what do you want to do now?"

Zim stared wide eyes at the rides, everything now had a sparkly sheen, and the colours of everything blurred and ran together; alien food, and sugars… what fun. He of course had to point to the most twisted ride of the entire park; it spun and went upside down more times than right side up. The people in their seats shrieked with each loop-da-loop they made at top speed; though to Zim he was seeing happy kittens and rainbows. "THAT! Zim wants to do THAT!" He was close to foaming at the mouth.

Dib looked towards the ride, and let out a pathetic noise as he tried his best to bury his face against Zim's hair. He suddenly wished he hadn't of agreed to continue going on any of the rides, but he had felt bad for earlier. And Zim seemed so excited about it. He gave one more small groan before he finally lifted his head just so he could answer the other. "Fine, we'll go on that one. Even though I know I'm going to regret it."

Zim didn't wait – he was already heading towards the ride, dragging Dib, who still clung onto him, along with. He mumbled and muttered incoherent sounds as he walked to the lineup to stand. It was already a long wait, considering the ride, and it was surprising how many people wanted to be shaken and stirred.

Dib was grateful for such a long wait, even if it meant being in a crowded line. He wasn't looking forward to the ride at all. Instead, he tried to keep his mind off of what he knew was coming by calming Zim's impatience as well as his own nerves. His hands moved over Zim's for a bit before he finally linked both of them with his own and kept them like that. After, he placed a small kiss on the side of the other's head and gave a small sound. "Coffee and sugar don't mix well with you. I have a feeling I'm going to have to chain you down by the end of the day."

Zim blathered on about something, but it wasn't in English; that was completely obvious; which only cemented what Dib said. He swayed their hands the best he could and Zim ended up swaying himself. Impatiently, he squirmed, raspberring to pass the time, but it didn't make things move any faster. "Hurry it up! Zim wants on!" That didn't help anything save for getting many aggravated glares his way, and a good many snarky comments back.

Dib gave a small apologetic glance to the people around, but it did no good. As soon as everyone turned back around, he narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue before muttering his own comments under his breath so they couldn't be heard. After he was done he turned his attention back to Zim. "You need to calm down. You should have known there would be a long line. Yelling isn't going to make anything go faster." He looked up front. "Though I wish it would."

Zim marched on the spot, but that didn't seem to cure his nerves at all. In fact, it only made him want to move all the more. He pointed ahead of himself. "Dibness, I order you to make the line go faster." He squirmed and huffed, knowing it was no good, but he just didn't want to sit still or be patient at the moment.

Dib gave an amused sound at such an order. "I can't do that, Zim. I can't just magically make the line go faster." He removed one of his hands from Zim's own and wiggled it in front of the both of them, as if such an action would actually make the line go faster. When nothing happened in only a few seconds he stopped and let his hand drop back down. "See, nothing. You're just going to have to be patient like everyone else."

Zim pouted horribly, not pleased at all. "Well, make it a more entertaining wait." He whimpered as he shifted impatiently. "Entertain Zim." He leaned back to glare his impatience up at Dib before he was writhing in the boy's arms again.

Dib thought about that. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to make out in line again, considering Zim was much more focused on the ride than anything else. "Entertain you, hmm?" He gave a small grin. "Alright." He pulled his arms away from the other just so he could move his bag around to his front, unzipping it and rummaging through it. It took a bit of pulling, but finally he pulled his headset and CD player out, zipping the bag up after and letting it move back behind him. "I'm guessing you can obviously hear some way, so let's try this out." He turned the player on right before he placed the headset over Zim's head as the music started blaring.

Zim gave a start, cringing and he clasped his hands on top of his head; his poor antenna. "TOO LOUD! IT'S TOO LOUD, FACE STAB!" he screamed to be heard over the music, his mind not thinking at all until he'd done it.

Dib quickly brought the headset away and blinked his eyes before they went to where Zim had his hands. "Sorry, I didn't realize. I always have it that loud, but I guess I'm just used to it." He narrowed his eyes. "Did it give you a headache that quickly?" He moved the headset around his neck and clipped the player to his belt. After he did all that, he pushed Zim's hands away so he could replace them with his own and began to rub the spots Zim had placed his hands trying to relieve some tension. "That feel better?"

Zim opened his mouth about to give the other a piece of his mind for almost making him deaf but all that came out was the starting sound of a consonant but it melted into something incoherent. He tried again, but the words failed him, too, so he gave in and slunk over to Dib to thud against his chest. "Mnguhhhh... mah.. blah. Snx.. imm." Dib's fingers unknowingly rubbed the spot where his antenna lay flat, pressed under the wig. Despite the farse hair being comfortable enough on his head, made with a material that let his antenna breathe and hear, it still left them cranky. But this felt nice, some attention to his poor hidden antenna.

Dib was a bit surprised at first by such a response, but soon the way Zim acted caused him to give out an amused sound. "Wow, I didn't know I was so good at this." He shrugged his shoulders, but continued to rub the same spots before going a bit lower and just a little harder. "Tell me if you start not to like any of this or I just end up making anything worse."

Zim let out a sound low in his throat. "Mkaaay. Cappy. Mmm." He leaned more and more on Dib, since his own legs decided they'd turn to Jell-O and not support his own weight. He slipped his claws through the pant loops of the other's pants but his arms seemed to be following the same path his legs were, and it was lucky he was standing at all. Zim let his tongue loll out and he half buried his face against Dib's chest rather comfortably. "Harder. It feels good harder."

Dib jerked a bit at Zim's sudden hold even with how loose it was. The small command caused him to smile a bit before he was following it. His hands pushed down harder as he continued to move them across the other's head, pressing down more and more each time he crossed over a different spot.

"I um.. ohhh there, yeaa. Zim-uww. Mmx. Gets--guuuym. Cronic headaches. So. Doooop...do this more often. All the time." He turned his head up just enough so he could glance up at Dib with an interested heavy lidded gaze. "At skool. Out of skool. Especially with no clothes on." He push himself up by toes but at the same time he pressed up against Dib, his arms slunk around Dib's waist, through never leaving the waist of his pants as he tugged them down just a little lower.

Dib's eyes widened a bit at Zim's actions, but he didn't protest. Only a small blush came to his face and after a few seconds a small grin replaced the surprised expression he had. "Fine, if that's the way you really want it done." He leaned down to press his lips against Zim's own, pressing his tongue out and teasing the other with his piercing for only a quick moment before he pulled his mouth away. The entire time he didn't once stop his movements against Zim's head, his hands pressing along the sides of his head before they moved back up.

Zim whimpered huskily in his throat, not caring who heard the intimate sound. "Give that back. It's private property." He lean in to bite at Dib's lips possessively, slipping his thin tongue into the other's mouth to get at that piercing he'd come to adore. At the same time he slipped one hand under Dib's shirt to claw his fingers up the boy's spine, dragging the shirt up with his hand.

Dib wanted badly to lean back into the touch, but at the same time, he wanted just as badly to keep much too close to Zim. So, he settled for keeping right where he was as he allowed the shorter teen to invade his mouth and move along his piercing. The feeling had him giving out a low muffled groan, and he couldn't stop his own tongue from curling around the other's in the end. His hands stopped their massage just to run through the back strands under his fingers.

Parents walking by dragged their gawking kids past the scene, while others in line ups clapped their hands over their children's eyes. Some people just left the line, not wanting any part of what was going on while others stared (attentively, and taking notes).

Zim's other hand regretfully left Dib's waistline in favor of racking up less kindly than the one before it. Zim couldn't help the breathy muffled chuckle as he bit both their tongues, dragging Dib's to toy with that piercing with his teeth and own tongue.

Dib's whole body tensed up at how hard Zim's hand had moved up his skin. It didn't take him long to relax, though, when he felt those ridged teeth on his tongue as it was pulled, and he easily gave in, allowing Zim to do as he wished. Every small lick and pull of teeth to the small sensitive part of his tongue caused so many muffled sounds to come from his mouth. Soon his eyes were closing and he was dropping his hands down to run them up the back of the other's skirt, causing the fabric to move up with his hands.

"HEY! You two! Stop acting like sucker fish and move!" Someone shouted from behind them. "We're up!"

Though Zim didn't seem to hear an angry word. He dragged his claws up to Dib's neck, wrapping possessive arms to tug the other down so he could possessively take Dib's tongue to suck on the piercing there. People tried pushing him, while others just gave up and walked around.

Dib was much in the same state as Zim. Everything around him was more noise than anything which meant he didn't care about it. All he cared about were the arms that pulled him down, and that tongue that continued to suck at the metal ball in his mouth. He couldn't help but try to nibble a bit at Zim's lower lip as best he could, as a small whine escaped him at all the treatment. His hands had gone about groping under Zim's skirt as he pressed closer to the thin body.

Zim pulled away from Dib's mouth just to catch a breath, having no nose made it far easier to lose; so the human design wasn't so useless after all. He vaguely noted the blurs of flesh colour, white, red, black, blue walk past them. He paused in mid-lick against Dib's tongue as he watched an obnoxiously loud child walk past and up the plat form to the ride. The gate to the ride slammed closed immediately after, accepting no more people to ride. Zim gawked and shoved Dib away, though without something steady to lean on his noodle-like legs collapsed, and forced him to thud down on his knees. He gaped at the horrific sight; they'd missed their turn. He threw out his arms and howled to the sky mournfully "NoooOOoo!"

The sudden shove and loss of body contact caused Dib to almost fall himself. His eyes which had opened halfway moved from Zim towards the ride, and he once again remembered where they were. He stayed silent for a few seconds, but not because he didn't know what to say, mostly because he was trying to make sure he could still use his tongue correctly. "Zim, it's not that big a deal. We can just get back in line. It won't be so bad." His words sounded much too husky to be normal, and he tried to clear his throat after.

Zim reached oh so dramatically towards the entrance to the ride, but already it was starting up and taking the people for their ride. Zim gave a defeated whimper and slumped. It didn't last long because he glanced up at Dib and he gave a horribly giddy laugh. "... I can't get up." He felt languid and completely boneless still.

Dib glanced back down at the other teen, and after a few seconds an amused expression came to his face. Without a word, he leaned down to help the other up, letting Zim lean against him. When he was sure Zim was steady, that's when he finally spoke. "I don't know. I think I had more fun in line than I would have on the ride, anyway."

Zim regarded Dib with a sloppy, skeptical look. "I would hope Zim wouldn't want to make you throw up." It was rather unusually breezy behind him, and he glanced back with a rather surprised look. Clearing his throat and looking skyward, he quickly tugged down his skirt, smoothing it down with poor subtle casualty.

Dib tried not to laugh at what Zim did, but it was hard, and in the end he let a few small noises escape him. "Sorry about that." Of course he didn't sound sorry at all, and his hand was soon traveling down to Zim's skirt once more so it could fiddle with the end of it. "Are you sure you want to go on more rides? We may just end up back to square one again." Although Dib didn't seem to mind that one bit.

"We're next in line. As long as there's no moving, and course" Zim swatted Dib's hands from his skirt "No touchy. Things should go according to plan." He leaned his head against Dib, resting his arms back around Dib's middle, and slipping his hands in Dib's back pockets. "Keep your hands to your sides or in the air where they can be seen, Dibness." he ordered with a lazy smirk.

Dib gave a small pout when his hand was swatted, but quickly moved both of them up at Zim's small command. "Fine. Look, see, they're right here. I won't touch you anymore." He leaned down to kiss between Zim's eyes. "For now at least." He gave a small grin. "After the ride, I'm guessing I have free reign to touch as much of your body that I want, hmm?"

Zim huffed, at both the kiss and the question. "I never said that. Nor did I incline it." Of course that didn't mean his own hands couldn't slip from pockets to drag just barely with a lazy motioned up under Dib's shirt, then back down. "You surprised me, though." Zim tilted his head to peer up through his hair. "The Dib goes from one extreme to the other." He cracked a smirk. "I never figured the Dib for an affectionate one. At least… not touchy feely, was the impression I got." Claws dug themselves a little harder on their way down Dib's back.

"Actually..." Dib gave a small moan at what Zim was doing before he was able to go on. "...you've told me plenty of times that I'm allowed to touch you. Anywhere I want as a matter of fact." He gave another low sound before he leaned his head down once again to rest it on the other's forehead. "All of this is only with you though." Despite his earlier words he raised a hand and barely placed his fingers on Zim's cheek. "I still can't stand other people."

Zim tweaked his lips at first, but eventually he seemed won over. "It's because I'm so amazing, right? Zim rules all, including the Dib's body." He dragged his claws far too low, and possessively groped. "Other people aren't Zim. It's understandable how you couldn't." His eyes widened some as he grinned slantedly. "A world completely populated with Zim. A complete paradise, yes?" He ran his stripped tongue across the jagged ridge of teeth.

The sudden grope caused Dib to jump, startled. He soon didn't seem to mind the touch, and a small grin formed on his own face as well. "I think I could live with that." He moved his lips close, so he could capture that tongue, allowing his teeth to bite at it for only a few seconds before he let go. His one hand moved away from Zim's cheek and back up to the teen's head to once again rub just as he had been before, only a bit softer.

Zim let out a whine that growled into aggravation. "Stop that!" He swatted Dib's hand away from his head, and clapped his hand over Dib's face pushing it from his own. "I don't wanna miss the ride again." He wagged a no-no finger at the boy, not that he could see through Zim's hand. "Hands to self means face too. Especially face."

Dib gave a small pout, and for a while he just allowed Zim's hand to stay where it was. "You seemed to like it so much before. Besides, I was only trying to help your head." He finally pulled his head away as well as the rest of his body and went about putting his CD player away. "I hate waiting. I didn't mind it so much a few minutes ago." Once he was finished with what he was doing he turned his attention back to Zim, still with a pout. "Now I have to think about the ride again."

Zim patted Dib's shoulder in good humor. "I know. It sucks not to be touching Zim. But just think." He pointed to the other with a teasing grin. "I've given you something sad to write about." He then buffed his 'nails' against his shirt. "Yes, Zim is a well of awe and inspiration."

Dib narrowed his eyes at Zim for just a moment before he shook his head and made his way closer to the ride. "I could just always try and go without touching you at all if you want to be that way. I'm sure it wouldn't be so hard." He shrugged his shoulders and glanced back at the other. "I went without doing it for so long. I could handle it again, don't you think? Besides, it is only aggravating you, it seems like." He glanced up. "Of course that means you don't get to play with my peircings anymore, hmm."

Zim opened his mouth and then clacked it closed. He crossed his arms and narrowed one eye Dib's way. "Are you challenging Zim?" He straightened and rose his brows. "I assure you, Dib-pierced, that Zim could go FAR longer than YOU could not touching Zim." He held out a hand and wiggled his fingers. "That just means you don't get to hold Zim's hand while on the scary, scary ride." He smirked. "Hm. Too sad for you."

Dib tensed up for a moment and his eyes scanned the twisted mess that they were about to get on. For a few seconds he actually looked a little worried, and was grateful he had his back turned to Zim. "I-It doesn't matter." His voice came out much shakier than he would have liked. "I don't need you to hold my hand." He nodded his head a bit, trying to reassure himself of that fact. "I'm not a kid."

"Fine with me." Zim shrugged oh so nonchalant. "Your hand is sweaty anyway." He wrinkled where his nose should have been.

Dib turned his head around and narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something nasty back to Zim, that's when the ride came to a stop causing a small loud noise of metal on metal that had Dib turning back around and paling a bit. "It's over already?"

Zim let out a squeal as he turned to the ride. People were being unfastened, and hobbling away, shaken. A few ran from the ride and emptied the contents of their stomach.

Zim eagerly pushed past Dib to lean on the gate, bouncing excitedly. "Finally! At last!" He turned and looked at Dib with a smirk and narrowed eyes. "Last chance, Dibness." He reached back and offered his hand to the boy, wiggling fingers. "Otherwise you're flying solo."

Dib gave a small quiet whine as he looked back and forth between Zim's hand and the ride so many times he soon lost count. After a while he gave a defeated sigh and took Zim's hand while trying to avoid his eyes as best he could. "You win, again. I have a feeling if I don't keep a hold of you I'm going to end up like that guy." With his other hand he pointed to a trash can that was near the ride which was occupied by a thin man and his stomach contents.

The ride operator opened the gate and Zim yanked Dib to the ride. He glanced back with a pleased wide grin. "See. I told you I enjoy a challenge." He chuckled low in his throat. "And I always win, of course." He pulled Dib to their seat and crawled in, waiting to be buckled in.

Dib twitched nervously when the operator finally neared them and his grip on Zim's hand tightened more. "Well, you won because you knew a weakness of mine. That's all." He watched every other person in the ride that seemed to be so anxious for the ride to start. "This is so stupid. Why do people love having their stomachs moved to their throats. It feels horrible."

"You're such a wimp-wussy." Zim remarked as he squirmed in his seat waiting impatiently for everyone else to be fixed in. Finally the operator stepped from the ride to the controls, and soon they were lifted into the air. Zim gave a happy shout, flailing one arm to encourage things along. "Faster! Faster! Go go go!" The ride then started to begin spinning, gathering up speed.

"Slower, slower!" Dib could barely be heard over Zim and everyone else, so instead he buried his face in Zim's shoulder as best he could. Every spin and jerk caused him to bury his face further and tighten his grip more on the other's hand. "Make it stop, please, make it stop!" That only seemed to make the ride go ten times as fast and caused a horrible groan to come from Dib. "Ugh..."

"Oh- oh! Here we go!" Zim cheered loudest as they were throw upside down, spinning faster and faster as they dove to the ground then sharply up near inches from it. "Again! Again!" Zim threw his arms to the air with a squee as they went upside down once again.

Dib didn't find half as much joy in the moment as Zim did. "P-Please stop moving around so much." His request fell on deaf ears though and he suddenly wished he had kept his hand to himself. "I want to get off. I want to get off now." He tried to peak out from the other's shoulder and the sudden height caused him to quickly move his eyes back where they were.

Zim didn't seem to notice Dib's dismay - he was far too busy cheering for the ride to move faster. It was somewhere near the fourth time they went upside down that suddenly the alien food caught up with him and the sudden lurching and spinning wasn't so fun anymore. He clapped a hand over his mouth and went cross eyes before squeezing his eyes shut. The ride began to slow but to Zim the world was still spinning-spinning-spinning. He slumped in his chair and groaned behind his hand.

When the ride finally came to a complete stop Dib lifted his head once more and gave a relived noise, grateful that he had once again survived another one. Although, his stomach felt so much worse than it had the couple of other times. "Finally." He turned his eyes to Zim to speak to the other teen, but the sight he saw surprised him a bit. He didn't expect to see Zim slumped over much like he had been before considering the other usually came out of the rides so bouncy. "Zim?"

Zim let out a laughed moan as he rubbed his head, pushing the bangs from his face. "I don't think the ride has stopped yet." The ride operator started to unbuckle his fastens and Zim slapped his hands "Bad touch! Not while I'm flying through the air." The operator gave Zim a hard look before he finished undoing him and went to go do the same for Dib. Zim gave another groan and slumped against Dib.

Dib couldn't help letting out a small laugh at Zim's state. "So, the amazing Zim can be taken down a notch after all, it seems." His own voice was a bit shaky from the aftermath of the ride. "And from a ride. It's very amusing." He let go of Zim's hand just so he could place the teen's arm over his shoulder as he helped him out of the ride. He stumbled a bit on his way out, but otherwise made it safely back to steady ground. "I think we should call it a night. Well, here at least. This place is going to be closing soon anyway."

Zim leaned heavily on Dib. He would have growled something mean back, but every time he opened his mouth it felt like the insides were going to be worn on the out. So he clapped a hand on his mouth and grumbled. He gave a weak nod, and dragged his boots in a poor attempt to walk along with Dib. Zim couldn't even look at the rides without feeling queasy, and the smell of fried, greasy food only made the feeling worse. He must have been out of his mind to shove such filth into his spooch; correction, on COFFEE. "Curse that tasty beverage." he muttered between his fingers.

Dib placed a quick kiss on top of Zim's head as he tried to at least sooth the other teen as best he could. "I'll take you somewhere that you can try to relax, okay?" He continued to speak as he walked them both to the exit. "You can let your stomach settle a bit before I take you home for the night, and we can just hang out for a bit longer." He let his hand drop a bit so he could run it up and down below Zim's bag. "So, it won't be so bad."

Zim cracked an eye open to look at Dib. ".. You're in just as sorry a condition." But he shut his eye again in favor of resting his head against the other; things were bearable that way. "Just..-just wake me up when we get there."