Disclaimah: There once was a man named Jhonen,
Who Invader Zim he was ownen'
Cuz he loves me and you
Authors of fanfic he won't sue,
If we say it belongs to him.. en.
There's only so many things that rhyme with Jhonen, 'kay?! sheesh. Um, Invader Zim belongs to that hottie we all love named Jhonen Vasquez. Not me. If I owned IZ, then this wouldn't be fanfic, now would it? It would be like.. an episode. Oo. Go read story now.
Chapter One
Dib scowled at the green boy who was currently perched on top of the jungle gym. How could the others not see who he really was?! Had they the brain worms?
He scribbled furiously in his notebook, not really paying attention to what he was writing. Just another rant about Zim, as per usual.
"AHHHAHAHAHA! Filthy humans, I have defeated your.. jungle.. thingy. I'M KING OF THE WORRRRLD!" Zim cackled from atop the aforementioned twisted metal contraption. The rest of the children looked at him funny, then resumed their normal activites.
..Dib rolled his eyes, and looked down at his notebook to see where he had left off.. only to screech in unrestrained horror at what he saw.
'Alien Activity Log - March 19th, 2002: Today, I tripped on my way to my table in the cafeteria. Zim saw and laughed so hard that milk squirted out of his eyes. I pointed this out to the rest of the kids in the cafeteria, but of course, Zim had cleaned himself up before anyone saw. So, they ended up pointing at laughing at ME because of the tripping and falling. I hate Zim. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I love him SO MUCH!!'
Dib closed his notebook quickly. How had LOVE gotten in there?! It was probably Zim, trying to throw his brain off balance! Dib looked up at the jungle gym. Zim was no longer gloating over his triumph. Instead, he was looking at Dib with that infamous squinty-eye/big-eye.. expression.. thing.
No.. it couldn't possibly have been Zim. Dib stuck his tongue out at him, then looked back down at his notebook, then looked away.
Could it be..
Maybe his subconcious was trying to tell him something?
Maybe.. that old saying was true.. what had his mother said? 'Hate is only love with its back turned'?
Maybe.. all the chasing, the fighting.. maybe it was just a front for his true feelings.
Maybe..
..naaah. It was probably just dyslexia or something, Dib thought. He got up, gathered his things, then headed back into the classroom. Recess was over, after all.
Zim examined Dib from his perch atop the jungle gym. Why was Dib's face so.. pinker.. ish.. than usual? Was he sick?
Zim watched Dib as he walked into the school building, staring at the doorway Dib had vanished into for a few minutes before he remembered that he, too, should probably be going to class as well.
Zim looked down at the ground, and realized that he had no clue how to get down without using his mechanical legs and, thus, blowing his cover.
"Um.. help?" the mighty Zim squeaked.
A tumbleweed blew across the empty playground.
A/N: So. This ended up being more of a prolouge than a real chapter, ick, the shortness.. but, hey, it looked a lot longer on my palm pilot. But, I've got some nice plans for the rest of this story, with nice, long chapters. So review, and you just might get 'em ^-^
Who Invader Zim he was ownen'
Cuz he loves me and you
Authors of fanfic he won't sue,
If we say it belongs to him.. en.
There's only so many things that rhyme with Jhonen, 'kay?! sheesh. Um, Invader Zim belongs to that hottie we all love named Jhonen Vasquez. Not me. If I owned IZ, then this wouldn't be fanfic, now would it? It would be like.. an episode. Oo. Go read story now.
Chapter One
Dib scowled at the green boy who was currently perched on top of the jungle gym. How could the others not see who he really was?! Had they the brain worms?
He scribbled furiously in his notebook, not really paying attention to what he was writing. Just another rant about Zim, as per usual.
"AHHHAHAHAHA! Filthy humans, I have defeated your.. jungle.. thingy. I'M KING OF THE WORRRRLD!" Zim cackled from atop the aforementioned twisted metal contraption. The rest of the children looked at him funny, then resumed their normal activites.
..Dib rolled his eyes, and looked down at his notebook to see where he had left off.. only to screech in unrestrained horror at what he saw.
'Alien Activity Log - March 19th, 2002: Today, I tripped on my way to my table in the cafeteria. Zim saw and laughed so hard that milk squirted out of his eyes. I pointed this out to the rest of the kids in the cafeteria, but of course, Zim had cleaned himself up before anyone saw. So, they ended up pointing at laughing at ME because of the tripping and falling. I hate Zim. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I love him SO MUCH!!'
Dib closed his notebook quickly. How had LOVE gotten in there?! It was probably Zim, trying to throw his brain off balance! Dib looked up at the jungle gym. Zim was no longer gloating over his triumph. Instead, he was looking at Dib with that infamous squinty-eye/big-eye.. expression.. thing.
No.. it couldn't possibly have been Zim. Dib stuck his tongue out at him, then looked back down at his notebook, then looked away.
Could it be..
Maybe his subconcious was trying to tell him something?
Maybe.. that old saying was true.. what had his mother said? 'Hate is only love with its back turned'?
Maybe.. all the chasing, the fighting.. maybe it was just a front for his true feelings.
Maybe..
..naaah. It was probably just dyslexia or something, Dib thought. He got up, gathered his things, then headed back into the classroom. Recess was over, after all.
Zim examined Dib from his perch atop the jungle gym. Why was Dib's face so.. pinker.. ish.. than usual? Was he sick?
Zim watched Dib as he walked into the school building, staring at the doorway Dib had vanished into for a few minutes before he remembered that he, too, should probably be going to class as well.
Zim looked down at the ground, and realized that he had no clue how to get down without using his mechanical legs and, thus, blowing his cover.
"Um.. help?" the mighty Zim squeaked.
A tumbleweed blew across the empty playground.
A/N: So. This ended up being more of a prolouge than a real chapter, ick, the shortness.. but, hey, it looked a lot longer on my palm pilot. But, I've got some nice plans for the rest of this story, with nice, long chapters. So review, and you just might get 'em ^-^