Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been posting, I've been really depressed, so I'm taking out my frustrations by writing from JTHM's perspective in another story I probably won't post. It's not cute or anything XD kinda sick and twisted. I didn't want to turn this story into a depression-fest (Which starts happening in chapter 36) so I stopped for a while. I think I might start up again, so here you go!
Zim watched in anticipation while Dib thought of what to play. The green boy bounced on his toes, clearly unable to hide his excitement. Dib finally decided to play a gothic song he heard in a bar once. It was complicated, and dark, which was perfect to show off his piano skills to Zim. Dib could tell that his boyfriend was amazed. He watched Dib's pale fingers move across the keys in a meticulous manner that seemed impossible for the alien.
The gothic boy, for a few moments, was away from the world. He wasn't an outcast, or a freak. He was a pianist, expressing his affection for the boy next to him through the music. He was remembering how much he loved the piano, and realizing how much Zim loved the melody that was filling his world. Dib played a few songs before sitting back in satisfaction. When he looked up, Zim was smiling giddily.
"Zim is happy. The Dib plays well." Zim leaned down and kissed Dib's cheek. Dib laughed. "That was adorable." Twitch. "What does a-door-able mean?" Dib laughed harder. "It means you're cute." "Oh. Okay."
Every couple of days, Zim insisted of Dib playing the piano for him. Something about the piano was mesmerizing to him. Dib didn't mind playing it for him, though. He figured it was good practice. Not that he would need it anytime soon, but if it made Zim happy, it was just as well. Apparently, Dib could play anything at all, even if it was just something he made up on the spot. It didn't matter to Zim. He loved it nonetheless. In fact, Dib's songs were better in the boy's eyes.
On that Saturday, Dib got up early to surprise Zim. He got dressed, put on his trenchcoat and combat boots, and left the house. He decided to walk down through town before heading to Zim's place. Dib noticed a bakery on a corner, and went in for some sweets. "Hi there, cutie. What can I get for you?" A dark-haired girl with a nose piercing and tattoos smiled dangerously at Dib from behind the counter. "Hmm. I'm in the need of your tastiest sweets. Any suggestions?"
The girl looked at the desserts in the glass cases, picking out all the best ones. "Let's see. We have german chocolate cakes, and these amazing little cookies that look like tea bags. They're delicious!" Clearly, she was flirting, but Dib didn't encourage her. In the end, he had cookies, a few brownies, four kinds of cake, a half dozen donuts, and two chocolate lattes with whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
"That'll be $33.40. Whoever's sharing these snacks with you is one lucky lady." Dib laughed as he paid for the food. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. We make an odd couple, honestly." She smiled, clearly not caring that Dib was taken. "Well, have a good day, sugar." Dib put the reciept in his bag without realizing the number scrawled on the back. Excited, he walked to Zim's house, knowing that his boyfriend would love the surprise breakfast.
Dib strolled up the little walkway to Zim's house, trying to be quiet so as not to trip the sensors in the ground. Dib figured Zim would still be asleep, so he opened the door slowly, whispering to the computer to shut up, so he can surprise Zim. The computer stayed quiet, thankfully. As Dib walked down the hallway, he could hear strange whistling. It was deep and carried across the house. He found out it was coming from Zim, who was down stairs (the computer thankfully formed those for Dib).
Dib found his boyfriend down in the room with the piano, trying to clean up. The computer screens were dusty, and the tables were cluttered with metal scraps and broken contraptions. Dib stood there in the dark corner for a few moments, listening to Zim's whistling. Finally, Zim smelled the food and coffee, and looked around in confusion. "You know, for someone who claimed to be the more dominant race, I can sneak up on you very easily." Zim nearly jumped ten feet in the air at Dib's enterance.
"Zii bekk kei Maakdna!" Zim yelled, making Dib laugh hysterically. "Jaa ke zii mekk aaflakkda! Qui ezz bi ked Maakdna kei zekk!" Dib grinned. "I have no idea what you said, but I brought sweets! and chocolate lattes!" Zim sniffed the air, smelling the food. This was enough for forgiveness, apparently. "Oooh! Snacks! What'd you get?"
Dib presented all of his gifts, and Zim bounced on his toes like a little kid. "Oooh! Kiiidaaa! Maakdna kiidaa zekk!" Zim's voice got very high-pitched and squeaky with joy. Dib looked at Gir. "Translate?" Gir stood up. "Oooohh! Delicious! Dib is delicious, too!" Gir said it in the cutest, girliest voice he could muster, but it still wasn't as adorable as Zim. Dib laughed at Zim's compliment. "I'm delicious, huh?" Zim blushed purple, "That is NOT what Zim said!". "Oh, sure it's not!" Zim grabbed a bag. "Let's eat upstairs, Dib-let." Dib grinned. "You mean Dib-licious!" Zim stormed upstairs, ignoring Dib's teasing.
The two boys devoured the food, giving a donut and a brownie to Gir. Zim ended up with chocolate all over his jade face, which looked adorable. "Zim, you've got some smootch on your face. Like, all over." Dib pointed out, laughing as Zim's long tongue licked up the mess from his food. "Zim gives my thanks to The Dib." Zim planted a small kiss on Dib's mouth.
After a few hours, Zim seemed to get bored, and antsy. He played with the toes on his boot-things, and rocked back and forth while sitting cross-legged. Dib chuckled softly, and grabbed his coat. "Come on, we're going out today." Zim perked up, and put Gir in his costume. The odd couple strolled out of the house, Dib stuffing his pale hands in his jean pockets.