"Ziiiim!!" cried G.I.R as he ran around the couch in a fit. "Zim Zim Zimmy Zim Zimmy Zimmy-"
"G.I.R!" Zim snarled to the robot. "Will you shut up?!" he glared down at the thing in rage.
"Ooooh, Zimmy looks mad!" he observed. "I think you need a glass of stew!"
"Please, G.I.R, I have more important things to think about!" he said irritably. G.I.R ran off to do his usual deeds while Zim was left swimming in thoughts. After a while, he pulled out the black journal and began to read another entry.
'Mom said I couldn't get a kitty. Darn. Well, Dad came back last night. I guess he was drunk again. I don't know where he was, but he said we could get Chinese food. That's good, because I'm starving. Four more weeks and I'll be starting school at Skool, a place across state. Maybe I'll meet new friends there…but I don't think so.'
"Hm." Zim grunted, flipping the page.
'I think that maybe I'm gonna die soon.' Read the next line. Zim paused. "She was right about one thing." He chuckled. But that was all that was written. The rest of the journal was empty. "Blast it all." He said, slamming it shut. "Such useless information! …wait…" he stopped for a moment to think. "She thinks she's going to die soon? Could that mean…that she's becoming wary of the invasion? But…how could she know? I have to find out…"
The next day…
"I'm telling you, Gaz, there's something weird about Zim and Tiz." Dib said as he shoved a bite of peas into his mouth.
"So?" she grumbled, never looking away from her game set.
"It's the way he looks at her." Dib looked over at Zim.
"Maybe he just likes her." Gaz scoffed.
"Nah, it's something different…"
"Maybe they're plotting a way to switch your brain with a cat together." She mocked, typing away furiously at her game.
Dib's eyes widened as he looked at his sister. "You really think so?"
She sighed, extremely annoyed, then hopped off the bench and left Dib to himself. "Zim, how I loathe you…" he whispered.
"Tiz!" Zim's voice boomed, startling the girl. She looked up to face him and looked all around.
"Uh…hi." She said quietly.
"I have chosen you, sapling." He said factually.
"F-for what?" she cowered away from the alien.
"The crush!" he said triumphantly. "It is the crush, and I am the crushee."
"What are you talking about?" she backed away from him.
"After much deliberation and serious consideration, weighing both halves of the delicate situation, I have come to the conclusion that I, Zim, will love you, Tiz." He nodded, very sure that this plan was very devious.
"Y-you want to be my boyfriend?" she backed away further and swallowed.
"Want is not an issue in the matter!" he snapped. He sat next to her and tapped his fingers on the table.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"And look," he pulled out her journal and shoved it into her arms. "I even found your daily log. But I didn't read it, no, no." he insisted.
"Oh, thanks, I was looking for it."
"Now, I suppose this wed-ding should be soon. Tell me, how should one go about this?" he continued.
"Wedding? I'm not marrying you!" she stood and rushed out of the cafeteria.
"Hm, maybe she knows more than I thought." He scratched his head and began to eat her food. "I have to trick her into getting close…"