Yay! Chapter 2! I've been really looking forward to writing this...
either because I've been feeling creative lately or simply because I have
no life. I'm not sure. But thanks to everyone who reviewed! My ego's
been starving for a long time now, and you all just gave it a taco!
Mmmmm... tacos...
Welp, the vote was pretty unanimous, except for Skidlebop... you poor, morbidly insane, doomed child...
... I like ya already!
About 10 minutes before the skool bell rang, Ms. Bitters received a phone call. Mumbling, she got up and answered it. "Hello."
Her voice cracked as she asked a question that sounded more like a statement. She listened to the other voice for a moment, then let her twisted gaze land on Zim, who felt her cold stare instantly and turned away from Dib. He looked up at Ms. Bitters with timidity in his eyes.
Ms. Bitters heard the second name the voice on the other line mentioned, then had her sharp glare fall on Dib, who was too depressed to even notice his teacher's icy glower, let alone care.
"Mmmhmm, yes, I'll send them up right away." The phone slammed against the receiver, causing Zim to jump and Dib to look up.
"Zim, Dib, you are both to report to after skool detention, where your pitiful fates will be dealt with by the teacher in charge for this afternoon."
Zim's jaw dropped as Dib just stared up at Ms. Bitters apathetically.
"AFTER SCHOOL DETENTION?! YOU SHALL NOT HOLD THE MIGHTY ZIM IN CAPTIVITY FOR WHATEVER... DETENTIONIZING... REASON YOU MAY HAVE! NO! Never! Not possible." Zim folded his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his chair smugly. He failed to notice the stares of the other students, who were left slightly dazed by Zim's outburst.
Ms. Bitters' cheekbone twitched as she chose to ignore him. "Dib, you will lead Zim to the detention room and carry the auxiliary hall pass."
Dib looked up at Ms. Bitters with an almost-bored facial expression. "Don't you mean, 'drag the auxiliary hall pass'?
Ms. Bitters shot her pointed finger toward the door. "Go. Now."
Zim sat up and looked around helplessly. "No! I cannot, I - I have, erm, I have to take my medication -"
But Dib was already out the door, making squeaking noises as the 62-pound radiator followed closely behind. Zim looked up at Ms. Bitters, who made that weird hissing noise as she continued to point out the door. "My arm is getting tired, Zim."
Defeated, Zim stood up and dragged his feet as he walked pass Ms. Bitters and the doorway. Turning around, he stuck his long purple tongue out and made a farting noise with his mouth, just as the door was slammed against his face. "Gaaawk!"
Dib, who wasn't very far away, looked over his shoulder and grunted. "Hurry up Zim, I want to get into detention before skool ends. The hallways will be packed with kids, and I don't feel like dragging this thing through them, ya know?"
Zim rubbed his forehead and stood up. "Of course a weak human like yourself would suggest something like that!"
Dib shrugged and smirked slightly. "Well, ZIM, if I'm so weak, why don't YOU drag the auxiliary hall pass?"
"Fine! I will!" Zim ran over to Dib and pushed him aside. "I'll bet I'm a better auxiliary-hall-pass-dragger than you!"
Dib shook his head in annoyance and continued down the hall. "Phhhft, yea, well, we'll see."
Zim grabbed the rope that was tied around the huge metallic contraption by some poor kid who couldn't handle it. Heaving, he pulled the radiator down the hall to try and meet with Dib, who was waiting by a corner, enjoying the fact that Zim seemed to have a harder time pulling than he did. He glanced up at the clock and smiled evilly as the big hand landed on the 12.
The skool bell shrilled as doors were opened. A wave of kids ran past Zim, who was lost in the sea. Dib wished he could see the look on his enemy's face, but was satisfied just hearing his strangled shouts.
"DOIK! GET AWAY YOU MANGEY STINK-BEASTS OF MANGINESS!"
When the boys and girls departed the halls and out the door, Zim was found cowering behind the radiator. Dib walked over and looked around the pass. "Heh, was that fun Zim?"
Zim opened his eyes and moved his arms away from his head. Blinking from shock, he lifted his head to look up at Dib. "You will pay dearly for this wrath you have invoked on -"
"Zim? Dib? Are you the two boys here for detention?"
Zim's head peeped over the shield-of-radiatorness and Dib turned around to see Mr. Elliot's cheerful and questioning smile.
"Ah yes! How silly of me, it must be you! Well now, I see that we've been very very naughty, yes?"
Zim shook his head weakly, still recovering from the sight of hundreds of stink-beasts flailing toward him. Dib just stared.
Mr. Elliot's smile seemed to fade a bit as he coughed into his fist. "Ahem, well..." He pulled out a sheet of paper from his chest pocket and read it over carefully. "It says here that you two had a little conflict back at lunch time! Do you boys remember?"
Dib looked down at his closed hand while Zim eyed his sore cheek.
"Very well then, we can discuss this further in the classroom! Right this way!" Mr. Elliot turned and made his way down the hall, a cheerful bounce to his gait.
Dib trudged behind, making it clear that he was NOT happy at all about having to stay after skool. Zim glanced over his shoulder warily before hopping over the auxiliary hall pass and trotting after Dib.
Mr. Elliot led them into a nearby room marked "DETENTION" in bold letters. Dib walked in, his shoulders slouched, as Zim looked up at the sign and shuddered, making his way into the room cautiously.
"You two may sit wherever you wish, as long as you be nice!" Mr. Elliot sat down at the desk at the front of the room, where Zim and Dib took their usual seats.
Mr. Elliot started. "Now, I understand you boys had a problem with your differences at lunch."
Zim sat up straight suddenly, slamming his hands on the side of the desk as he glared at the teacher. "IT'S BUT A MERE SKIN-CONDITION! WHY MUST I BE RIDICUUUUULED?!"
Mr. Elliot stared.
"Zim... tends to get a... little carried away about such... uh... tender issues." Dib came to Zim's defense quickly, eyeing him angrily.
Mr. Elliot finished wiping his head with a Kleenex and pressed all five - wait, four? Yea, four, all four - fingers in front of him. "He has good reason to be so justificatory, but he must understand that -"
There was a scream from the hall. "AHHHHHH! SOMEONE LET LOOSE A COLONY OF RADIOACTIVE GERBILS IN THE CAFETERIA!"
Mr. Elliot pondered. "That's funny, usually they wouldn't care if something like that happened... oh well, I better go see what the death- count comes up to!" He stood up and headed for the door. He suddenly paused and turned to observe the room.
"Diz, Zib, I'll try to be quick, but you know how these things don't usually work themselves out! I know you two will stay out of trouble while I'm gone!"
And with that, the optimistic Mr. Elliot sauntered out the room, closing the door.
Zim grumbled as Dib looked over.
"Zib?" He laughed a bit, glad to have someone to cheer him up, even if it was only a little.
Zim smirked and put his hands on his hips. "Oh yeah? Well, Diz isn't exactly the best name for a human I'VE ever heard."
Dib scoffed. "Considering you haven't been here long enough TO hear many human names."
They both fell silent for some reason, until he spoke up again. "Ya know, it's YOUR fault we have to be here."
Zim gawked. "WHAT?! I am not at fault; it is YOU who is at fault, slimy earth-boy! You were the one who hit me!"
"You made me." Dib grumbled and looked down at his desk.
Zim stood up suddenly. "How was I able to make you? It is not as though I actually commanded you to do such an act!"
Zim noticed how Dib was reacting, and decided to take it even further.
"... Although I understand how my sly come-backs and amazingly-well-planned- out insults can make any normal human not able to resist -"
Dib had had enough. With a disgusted cry he stood up from his desk suddenly, knocking it over... which caused him to fall back into his seat as it fell. He stood up again, this time more carefully, and brushed off the back of his trench coat-like jacket. "Okay, I'm ready now, where was I? ... Oh, yeah."
Dib leaped over the desks that separated himself from the alien. Zim, who was still feeding his own ego (he was feeding it tacos, too!), was caught completely off guard as Dib tackled him against the floor.
Zim stared up at the human-face that was only inches away from his own. Suddenly, the words "kiss him!" sounded in his head. But before Zim could act upon these thoughts or scold himself for thinking them, he felt his lips already being pressed against Dib's. Zim's eyes grew wide as he realized that it was DIB who made this move. As Zim tried to debate whether he should slap Dib or return the kiss, Dib worked his tongue into Zim's mouth. Giving in to his emotions (and to the lusciousness that is Dib's mouth...), Zim began working his lips against Dib's, his own tongue finding its way into his mouth as well, closing his eyes.
Dib murmured and let his shaking hands move up Zim's sides. Shuddering, Zim did the same to Dib's, except he was letting his cold, gloved claws move up Dib's shirt. He immediately felt Dib's body tense up, knowing that it was to be expected. Zim made the kiss deeper, further showing that even when engaged in possible "love-making", he was the one who was in control.
Dib realized what Zim was doing. He smirked against the kiss and moved his hand away from Zim's chest. It traveled up Zim's shoulder and around the back of his neck. He felt Zim's body quiver beneath him, which Dib thoroughly enjoyed because not only did it feel good against his own body, it proved to him that his inexperienced hands were doing a damn good job!
Zim broke off the kiss when he felt where Dib's fingertips had gone. He moaned loudly and laid back, keeping his eyes closed.
Dib smiled and continued to play with the antenna he noticed sticking out of Zim's wig earlier. He would've said something to try and prove to everyone that Zim was an alien, but his mood prevented him from doing that.
... But... was that what REALLY what prevented Dib from doing that...?
As Zim opened his eyes, he noticed the bewilderment that Dib hosted in his own. At a failure for words, Zim bit his bottom lip and looked off to the side. Dib had stopped caressing his sensitive antenna and chest. With a look of disappointment, Zim pulled his claws out from under Dib's shirt and laid them at his sides.
Just as it looked like Dib was about to say something to Zim, both of them heard the door open. Slowly, Dib looked over his shoulder, while Zim winced and closed his eyes, hoping that if he couldn't see anyone, they couldn't see him.
*LOL* You all love how I ended that, huh? Aww dun lie, you know it be true! ... It's not? Oh... heh, well, I wanted to give you all another chance to choose the fate of these two love-human-and-alien... thingys... ehhhhhhhh okay! So, who's gonna be the one to interrupt Zim and Dib?
Should it be Gaz, who got sick of waiting for her brother on the skool steps, and came in to look for him...?
Should it be Mr. Elliot, exclaiming that Zim and Dib can help clean up the radioactive gerbil disaster...?
Should it be GIR, wanting to tell Zim that he decorated their house with balloons filled with taco-meat, but he accidentally popped them all and needed Zim to help clean up...?
Should it be the janitor, who was sent by Ms. Bitters to make Zim and Dib scrape off the gum on the bottom of the desks for the remainder of detention...?
Hehe, review and tell me what you want, and lemme know if my story's gettin' any better! I like those good reviews; they make me all warm and fuzzy and slushie inside...
Oh, and I hope I didn't disappoint anyone with this chapter! I promise you there WILL be more! And I'm gonna try and grow the balls to make the most sour lemon you've ever tasted... wait, read? Ever read? Okay, that sounds good.
NARF!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY
Welp, the vote was pretty unanimous, except for Skidlebop... you poor, morbidly insane, doomed child...
... I like ya already!
About 10 minutes before the skool bell rang, Ms. Bitters received a phone call. Mumbling, she got up and answered it. "Hello."
Her voice cracked as she asked a question that sounded more like a statement. She listened to the other voice for a moment, then let her twisted gaze land on Zim, who felt her cold stare instantly and turned away from Dib. He looked up at Ms. Bitters with timidity in his eyes.
Ms. Bitters heard the second name the voice on the other line mentioned, then had her sharp glare fall on Dib, who was too depressed to even notice his teacher's icy glower, let alone care.
"Mmmhmm, yes, I'll send them up right away." The phone slammed against the receiver, causing Zim to jump and Dib to look up.
"Zim, Dib, you are both to report to after skool detention, where your pitiful fates will be dealt with by the teacher in charge for this afternoon."
Zim's jaw dropped as Dib just stared up at Ms. Bitters apathetically.
"AFTER SCHOOL DETENTION?! YOU SHALL NOT HOLD THE MIGHTY ZIM IN CAPTIVITY FOR WHATEVER... DETENTIONIZING... REASON YOU MAY HAVE! NO! Never! Not possible." Zim folded his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his chair smugly. He failed to notice the stares of the other students, who were left slightly dazed by Zim's outburst.
Ms. Bitters' cheekbone twitched as she chose to ignore him. "Dib, you will lead Zim to the detention room and carry the auxiliary hall pass."
Dib looked up at Ms. Bitters with an almost-bored facial expression. "Don't you mean, 'drag the auxiliary hall pass'?
Ms. Bitters shot her pointed finger toward the door. "Go. Now."
Zim sat up and looked around helplessly. "No! I cannot, I - I have, erm, I have to take my medication -"
But Dib was already out the door, making squeaking noises as the 62-pound radiator followed closely behind. Zim looked up at Ms. Bitters, who made that weird hissing noise as she continued to point out the door. "My arm is getting tired, Zim."
Defeated, Zim stood up and dragged his feet as he walked pass Ms. Bitters and the doorway. Turning around, he stuck his long purple tongue out and made a farting noise with his mouth, just as the door was slammed against his face. "Gaaawk!"
Dib, who wasn't very far away, looked over his shoulder and grunted. "Hurry up Zim, I want to get into detention before skool ends. The hallways will be packed with kids, and I don't feel like dragging this thing through them, ya know?"
Zim rubbed his forehead and stood up. "Of course a weak human like yourself would suggest something like that!"
Dib shrugged and smirked slightly. "Well, ZIM, if I'm so weak, why don't YOU drag the auxiliary hall pass?"
"Fine! I will!" Zim ran over to Dib and pushed him aside. "I'll bet I'm a better auxiliary-hall-pass-dragger than you!"
Dib shook his head in annoyance and continued down the hall. "Phhhft, yea, well, we'll see."
Zim grabbed the rope that was tied around the huge metallic contraption by some poor kid who couldn't handle it. Heaving, he pulled the radiator down the hall to try and meet with Dib, who was waiting by a corner, enjoying the fact that Zim seemed to have a harder time pulling than he did. He glanced up at the clock and smiled evilly as the big hand landed on the 12.
The skool bell shrilled as doors were opened. A wave of kids ran past Zim, who was lost in the sea. Dib wished he could see the look on his enemy's face, but was satisfied just hearing his strangled shouts.
"DOIK! GET AWAY YOU MANGEY STINK-BEASTS OF MANGINESS!"
When the boys and girls departed the halls and out the door, Zim was found cowering behind the radiator. Dib walked over and looked around the pass. "Heh, was that fun Zim?"
Zim opened his eyes and moved his arms away from his head. Blinking from shock, he lifted his head to look up at Dib. "You will pay dearly for this wrath you have invoked on -"
"Zim? Dib? Are you the two boys here for detention?"
Zim's head peeped over the shield-of-radiatorness and Dib turned around to see Mr. Elliot's cheerful and questioning smile.
"Ah yes! How silly of me, it must be you! Well now, I see that we've been very very naughty, yes?"
Zim shook his head weakly, still recovering from the sight of hundreds of stink-beasts flailing toward him. Dib just stared.
Mr. Elliot's smile seemed to fade a bit as he coughed into his fist. "Ahem, well..." He pulled out a sheet of paper from his chest pocket and read it over carefully. "It says here that you two had a little conflict back at lunch time! Do you boys remember?"
Dib looked down at his closed hand while Zim eyed his sore cheek.
"Very well then, we can discuss this further in the classroom! Right this way!" Mr. Elliot turned and made his way down the hall, a cheerful bounce to his gait.
Dib trudged behind, making it clear that he was NOT happy at all about having to stay after skool. Zim glanced over his shoulder warily before hopping over the auxiliary hall pass and trotting after Dib.
Mr. Elliot led them into a nearby room marked "DETENTION" in bold letters. Dib walked in, his shoulders slouched, as Zim looked up at the sign and shuddered, making his way into the room cautiously.
"You two may sit wherever you wish, as long as you be nice!" Mr. Elliot sat down at the desk at the front of the room, where Zim and Dib took their usual seats.
Mr. Elliot started. "Now, I understand you boys had a problem with your differences at lunch."
Zim sat up straight suddenly, slamming his hands on the side of the desk as he glared at the teacher. "IT'S BUT A MERE SKIN-CONDITION! WHY MUST I BE RIDICUUUUULED?!"
Mr. Elliot stared.
"Zim... tends to get a... little carried away about such... uh... tender issues." Dib came to Zim's defense quickly, eyeing him angrily.
Mr. Elliot finished wiping his head with a Kleenex and pressed all five - wait, four? Yea, four, all four - fingers in front of him. "He has good reason to be so justificatory, but he must understand that -"
There was a scream from the hall. "AHHHHHH! SOMEONE LET LOOSE A COLONY OF RADIOACTIVE GERBILS IN THE CAFETERIA!"
Mr. Elliot pondered. "That's funny, usually they wouldn't care if something like that happened... oh well, I better go see what the death- count comes up to!" He stood up and headed for the door. He suddenly paused and turned to observe the room.
"Diz, Zib, I'll try to be quick, but you know how these things don't usually work themselves out! I know you two will stay out of trouble while I'm gone!"
And with that, the optimistic Mr. Elliot sauntered out the room, closing the door.
Zim grumbled as Dib looked over.
"Zib?" He laughed a bit, glad to have someone to cheer him up, even if it was only a little.
Zim smirked and put his hands on his hips. "Oh yeah? Well, Diz isn't exactly the best name for a human I'VE ever heard."
Dib scoffed. "Considering you haven't been here long enough TO hear many human names."
They both fell silent for some reason, until he spoke up again. "Ya know, it's YOUR fault we have to be here."
Zim gawked. "WHAT?! I am not at fault; it is YOU who is at fault, slimy earth-boy! You were the one who hit me!"
"You made me." Dib grumbled and looked down at his desk.
Zim stood up suddenly. "How was I able to make you? It is not as though I actually commanded you to do such an act!"
Zim noticed how Dib was reacting, and decided to take it even further.
"... Although I understand how my sly come-backs and amazingly-well-planned- out insults can make any normal human not able to resist -"
Dib had had enough. With a disgusted cry he stood up from his desk suddenly, knocking it over... which caused him to fall back into his seat as it fell. He stood up again, this time more carefully, and brushed off the back of his trench coat-like jacket. "Okay, I'm ready now, where was I? ... Oh, yeah."
Dib leaped over the desks that separated himself from the alien. Zim, who was still feeding his own ego (he was feeding it tacos, too!), was caught completely off guard as Dib tackled him against the floor.
Zim stared up at the human-face that was only inches away from his own. Suddenly, the words "kiss him!" sounded in his head. But before Zim could act upon these thoughts or scold himself for thinking them, he felt his lips already being pressed against Dib's. Zim's eyes grew wide as he realized that it was DIB who made this move. As Zim tried to debate whether he should slap Dib or return the kiss, Dib worked his tongue into Zim's mouth. Giving in to his emotions (and to the lusciousness that is Dib's mouth...), Zim began working his lips against Dib's, his own tongue finding its way into his mouth as well, closing his eyes.
Dib murmured and let his shaking hands move up Zim's sides. Shuddering, Zim did the same to Dib's, except he was letting his cold, gloved claws move up Dib's shirt. He immediately felt Dib's body tense up, knowing that it was to be expected. Zim made the kiss deeper, further showing that even when engaged in possible "love-making", he was the one who was in control.
Dib realized what Zim was doing. He smirked against the kiss and moved his hand away from Zim's chest. It traveled up Zim's shoulder and around the back of his neck. He felt Zim's body quiver beneath him, which Dib thoroughly enjoyed because not only did it feel good against his own body, it proved to him that his inexperienced hands were doing a damn good job!
Zim broke off the kiss when he felt where Dib's fingertips had gone. He moaned loudly and laid back, keeping his eyes closed.
Dib smiled and continued to play with the antenna he noticed sticking out of Zim's wig earlier. He would've said something to try and prove to everyone that Zim was an alien, but his mood prevented him from doing that.
... But... was that what REALLY what prevented Dib from doing that...?
As Zim opened his eyes, he noticed the bewilderment that Dib hosted in his own. At a failure for words, Zim bit his bottom lip and looked off to the side. Dib had stopped caressing his sensitive antenna and chest. With a look of disappointment, Zim pulled his claws out from under Dib's shirt and laid them at his sides.
Just as it looked like Dib was about to say something to Zim, both of them heard the door open. Slowly, Dib looked over his shoulder, while Zim winced and closed his eyes, hoping that if he couldn't see anyone, they couldn't see him.
*LOL* You all love how I ended that, huh? Aww dun lie, you know it be true! ... It's not? Oh... heh, well, I wanted to give you all another chance to choose the fate of these two love-human-and-alien... thingys... ehhhhhhhh okay! So, who's gonna be the one to interrupt Zim and Dib?
Should it be Gaz, who got sick of waiting for her brother on the skool steps, and came in to look for him...?
Should it be Mr. Elliot, exclaiming that Zim and Dib can help clean up the radioactive gerbil disaster...?
Should it be GIR, wanting to tell Zim that he decorated their house with balloons filled with taco-meat, but he accidentally popped them all and needed Zim to help clean up...?
Should it be the janitor, who was sent by Ms. Bitters to make Zim and Dib scrape off the gum on the bottom of the desks for the remainder of detention...?
Hehe, review and tell me what you want, and lemme know if my story's gettin' any better! I like those good reviews; they make me all warm and fuzzy and slushie inside...
Oh, and I hope I didn't disappoint anyone with this chapter! I promise you there WILL be more! And I'm gonna try and grow the balls to make the most sour lemon you've ever tasted... wait, read? Ever read? Okay, that sounds good.
NARF!
- SwEeTiNsAnItY