Author's Notes: Ah, this one took a while to come out...^_^b The next part will be out sooner, hopefully.
Anyway, Clari42 is copyright to me, but all other IZ characters belong to Nick and Jhonen Vasquez (I think that's how you spell it).
With his human disguise on, and GIR on a leash, Zim headed to McMeaties. He walked in and saw the usual assortment of pitiful humans. He scanned them for Clari42, but they all looked the same to him. He looked again at the picture she had sent him, then suddenly heard his name.
"Zim! Over here!" There she was, Clari42. She smiled warmly, and waved him over. Zim walked over to the booth she was sitting in and looked at her for a moment. "You are Zim, aren't you?" she asked, a little uncertain this time.
"Yes. Yes, I am." Zim replied,
"I'm Clair, aka Clari42," she told him, extending her hand. Zim shook it, as he had observed various humans doing when greeting each other. He got into the booth and noticed that there was food on the table.
"I got you Combo 1," Clair explained. "You don't have to eat it if you don't like it," she added, a bit uncertainly.
"Oh, um...Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"So..."
"Er...."
"Um.."
"I, ah..AUI!" Clair suddenly stiffened and made a few jerky kicks under the table. GIR, unnoticed, had crawled under the table and was now poking Clair's legs in an way that she did not like at all. (A/N: Naughty GIR! Being a robot is no excuse!)
"You're squishy!" It chirped happily.
After a few failed attempts, one of Clair's kicks connected, and GIR was flung to Zim's end of the booth.
"GIR!"
"Ouchie."
"Maybe we should take your dog home." Clair said, after a moment. "This place really isn't the best place to be right now, anyway." She added, bending over slightly to rub her leg where GIR had poked it.
"Yes, that would be a good idea." Zim replied, glaring at GIR, who, oblivious to everything, was busy eating the Combo 1.
Once they had reached Zim's house, they were still unable to find anything to talk about, especially since Zim was more nervous than ever. He knew that he shouldn't let Clair into his house, but there was something about her...something that made him go along with anything she suggested...
"So, ah..."
"Yeah, I, um..."
"GIR! Stop that!"
GIR had decided to rummage around in Clair's purse, and found what looked like a remote control. "I'm gonna watch TV!"
"No! Don't touch that!" Clair tried to grab the control away from GIR, but she was too late. In an instant, she seemed to flicker, and then melt. All that was left was a blue, girl-shaped mist, a form that Zim instantly recognized. An Arepoan.
Author's Notes: Ah, I'm evil! Yes, I'm ending this part here. A cliffhanger to keep you reading ^_^
As always, read and review!
Anyway, Clari42 is copyright to me, but all other IZ characters belong to Nick and Jhonen Vasquez (I think that's how you spell it).
With his human disguise on, and GIR on a leash, Zim headed to McMeaties. He walked in and saw the usual assortment of pitiful humans. He scanned them for Clari42, but they all looked the same to him. He looked again at the picture she had sent him, then suddenly heard his name.
"Zim! Over here!" There she was, Clari42. She smiled warmly, and waved him over. Zim walked over to the booth she was sitting in and looked at her for a moment. "You are Zim, aren't you?" she asked, a little uncertain this time.
"Yes. Yes, I am." Zim replied,
"I'm Clair, aka Clari42," she told him, extending her hand. Zim shook it, as he had observed various humans doing when greeting each other. He got into the booth and noticed that there was food on the table.
"I got you Combo 1," Clair explained. "You don't have to eat it if you don't like it," she added, a bit uncertainly.
"Oh, um...Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"So..."
"Er...."
"Um.."
"I, ah..AUI!" Clair suddenly stiffened and made a few jerky kicks under the table. GIR, unnoticed, had crawled under the table and was now poking Clair's legs in an way that she did not like at all. (A/N: Naughty GIR! Being a robot is no excuse!)
"You're squishy!" It chirped happily.
After a few failed attempts, one of Clair's kicks connected, and GIR was flung to Zim's end of the booth.
"GIR!"
"Ouchie."
"Maybe we should take your dog home." Clair said, after a moment. "This place really isn't the best place to be right now, anyway." She added, bending over slightly to rub her leg where GIR had poked it.
"Yes, that would be a good idea." Zim replied, glaring at GIR, who, oblivious to everything, was busy eating the Combo 1.
Once they had reached Zim's house, they were still unable to find anything to talk about, especially since Zim was more nervous than ever. He knew that he shouldn't let Clair into his house, but there was something about her...something that made him go along with anything she suggested...
"So, ah..."
"Yeah, I, um..."
"GIR! Stop that!"
GIR had decided to rummage around in Clair's purse, and found what looked like a remote control. "I'm gonna watch TV!"
"No! Don't touch that!" Clair tried to grab the control away from GIR, but she was too late. In an instant, she seemed to flicker, and then melt. All that was left was a blue, girl-shaped mist, a form that Zim instantly recognized. An Arepoan.
Author's Notes: Ah, I'm evil! Yes, I'm ending this part here. A cliffhanger to keep you reading ^_^
As always, read and review!