Hello all.
WE DID IT! 300 baby! Well, now it's more than that, but YAY! Ah, happy person :D So yes, two pictures are now being made and ready in celebration! Hooray :D
So yes, that means we also get an update today and tomorrow.
Due to the fact that from Friday to Saturday, I'll be away X_X Sorry guys.
Dib and his husband sat in silence. An awkward silence. An awkward silence that Dib hated. It was the kind of silence that bad marriages were built on. The kind of marriages that involved cheating spouses, lying and backstabbing partners and scared children.
But no! He had to keep his cool. He needed Zim to know and fully understand how angry he was about this. So the alien would want to go home because of how unbearable this silence actually was. Yes! That would work!
But after half an hour of driving, Dib was starting to weaken. Especially when Zim hiccupped slightly, placing a hand over his mouth. The alien shook his head and went back to sitting quietly, staring out at the road ahead of them.
Zim was slouching in his seat, his hands placed on his lap gently. His face was flushed and Dib began wondering how long his husband would last without heaving.
Zim was sick every day now. Morning, afternoon, evening. Before he ate, after he ate. They could never tell when it would happen and had to simply play it by ear.
What Dib really hated about his husband being ill like this was how tired Zim got afterwards. Zim would go and take a nap in the hope that the lingering nausea would disappear. And it often did with the help of some rest. But being out like this today meant Zim wasn't going to get that much needed rest…meaning he would be feeling sick and miserable for the whole day.
Dammit, why didn't Zim just stay at home like he was supposed to?! WHY WAS HE SUCH A STUBBORN ASS?!
After another 20 minutes, Dib sighed loudly, declaring defeat. He pulled off his car, now in an area of tall grass and mountainous ranges. It really was a wonderful sight for those who would appreciate it. But these two feuding family members had other things on their minds.
Zim looked at him funnily, wondering why Dib was stopping. Dib turned off the car and got out, walking around to Zim's side. The alien eyed him cautiously as Dib opened the door, "Get out."
Zim looked at him, "What?"
"Get out. Come on, hurry up," Dib said in a neutral manner.
Zim didn't argue, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out, staring at his husband, "What? Are you planning to abandon me out here till the wedding is over?"
"No, but that is always an option," Dib moaned.
"Why are we here? We're nowhere near the church," Zim folded his arms, looking a bit paler now. He looked out at the scenery before them, "I mean, if you're stopping so we can look at the pretty mountains…"
"No. We're not here to look at the pretty mountains or tall grass. We're here because I just got my car reupholstered," Dib said, looking at Zim in all seriousness.
Zim gave Dib a look, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Zim, you're not fooling me…" Dib insisted.
"I feel fine and you're just wasting time by doing this," Zim looked back at the mountains, folding his arms. He gave a gag, placing a hand over his mouth. He gulped and gave a slight shiver.
Dib gave him a more serious look. Zim glanced at him, "That was…nothing. You're probably just jinxing it by having us out here!"
Zim pointed at Dib. Dib moved the claw-like finger away from his chest and placed a hand on his husband's back, holding onto one of Zim's arms with the other. Zim tried fidgeting, "Dib! Let go of me!"
"Zim, please do not get any on my shoes. Those are new too," Dib gave him a small grin, his tone still serious.
"DIB! Stop this…!"
Before Zim could continue his protest, his head swung away from them as he began spewing into the long blades of grass in front of them.
Dib rubbed his back slightly, his main thoughts being how much of an idiot his husband was being, how much of an idiot he had been for not stopping this….and how he hoped Zim was going to be okay.
Zim coughed harshly, managing to give Dib a nasty look, "You jinxed it."
His nasty look turned to surprise as he continued to cough up breakfast. Dib kept hold of his husband, sighing.
Zim sat in the car seat, his vest open and his wig and contacts off. Dib's jacket rested on top of him. Zim's eyes were closed as his mouth hung open. He resembled a zombie at this point in time.
Dib sat in his seat, both doors open, his cell phone in hand, the speaker on.
"Hello?" Tak answered on the other side.
"Hey Tak, we have a problem," Dib sighed.
"Hang on, Dib," Tak yelled to Skoodge as she covered the receiver. But her voice was still loud enough for them to hear what she was saying, "Sorry, Skoodge! I told you it would only be an hour!"
"Dammit!" Skoodge grumbled on the other side, "I'll pay you when we get back."
Zim groaned, "I hate those two sometimes."
Tak came back on, "Yes?"
"Zim's been ill…" Dib started off.
"Do you need us to bring you a new suit, perhaps?" she snickered.
Dib rolled his eyes, "No, I'll manage. He's feeling sick but…"
"He still wants to go, huh?"
"Is there anything I should give him? Painkillers? A tranquilizer? He's feverish and groaning and I don't know if something's going to come back up again," Dib said, looking over at the Irken in annoyance.
Tak paused, but then responded, "Well, when you get to the venue, try and find him some sugary treats like a cupcake or a slice of cake. And something to drink, like a coke or some sugar-filled juice."
Dib gave an annoyed look, "Tak! This is serious! If Zim throws up on my sister's wedding dress…!"
"She's being serious, Dib," Skoodge came on, "Irken anatomies are different to those of humans, remember? Our diets are based on junk food. Giving him some chocolate and coke will help bind his stomach a bit."
Dib gave a look. They made a point. And Skoodge at least had a bit more heart than Tak did, so he wouldn't lie about this, "Okay. I'll do what I can. Are you sure you can't just pick him up now?"
"Dib, I will beat your ass if you don't shut up and get a move on," Zim grumbled over to him.
Tak gave an evil snicker again. "Just be sure to call us once the wedding is over so we can take the big lug home to get some rest," Skoodge added.
"I can hear you!" Zim muttered.
"Good," Tak yelled back at him.
Dib hung up and looked at Zim. The alien looked back at him droopily, "What?"
"Have I ever told you that you are a severe pain in the ass and that you're going to lead me to getting grey hairs very early on in my life?"
Zim gave him a wicked smile, "No, I don't think it's ever come up in con-conversation."
Dib groaned, sitting further back into his seat, "I swear, you enjoy this too much."
Zim laughed slightly, "Yes, honey. I like losing most of my stomach contents and having to deal with your child practising his or her kicking along my ribcage."
Dib looked over at him, frowning, "God, what am I going to do with the two of you?"
Zim gave him a small smile, "Love us."
Dib grinned. He sat up, "Come on, let's get this over with."
The church was stunning. One of those olden day ones that had been restored only slightly, just so the authenticity could be kept. Cars scattered the parking space just outside this cute little building on the top of this hill in the middle of nowhere.
Dib parked of his sleek navy car, making note of the one or two TV vans that were here. God, his sister was going to enjoy that.
He opened Zim's door, helping the fumbling alien with his last few buttons on his vest. He looked so ill. Zim stopped, letting his husband take over. Dib stood, reaching out as Zim carefully stepped out of the car.
But he couldn't. Zim practically tumbled out, Dib catching him awkwardly. He placed one of his arms on Zim's waist and helped carry the drunk-looking man inside.
Dib mumbled to him, "Are you sure you still want to do this?"
Zim looked at the human, "What do you think?"
Dib opened the door, helping the very unsteady alien inside. They looked around, noticing all these well-dressed people, not entirely sure who everyone was. In fact, more than half of these people they did not recognize.
Dib helped Zim over to one of the red cushioned couches near the bright white walls. Zim rested back on it, moaning. Dib covered him with his jacket, "I'm going to go find the kitchen. Can you be a good Irken and wait here for me?"
Zim groaned.
Dib nodded. He stood, trying to figure out where the kitchen was.
Zim sat there, flinching every now and then, mumbling quietly to himself, "Why must you kick so hard?"
He gave a look. His smeet was probably annoyed with him being here as well. He rolled his eyes. Just like his dad.
He then looked down at the little person before him, giving a surprised expression.
Johanna looked at him, looking slightly different without her piggy clenched in her tiny digits. She was dressed in a fluffy white dress with her purple hair being curled slightly and a bow in her hair, "Hi Uncle Zim."
"H-Hi Johanna," he managed to say, looking at her.
"You look sick again," she said, walking closer up to him.
"I…feel sick," he groaned, closing his eyes.
"Why aren't you at home like Uncle Dib wanted you to be?"
"Because Uncle Dib needs me here, whether he knows it or not."
Johanna nodded, going to sit next to him, "I understand that."
"I wish your Uncle did too."
Zim...please...this is coming from deep down. GO HOME!
You have no idea how stupid you are being! Just give Dib a gun to defend himself with and go home! Now! Do it!
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Yeah.
Well, I shall see you all tomorrow :)