Love is Weird But It Makes You Feel All Warm and Tingly Inside!
1 Chapter 2- Obsessions and Other Such Sweet Things
Well, here I am again! It's 1 in the morning, and I am staying awake by sucking on a Tootsie pop. Mmm, orange… The un-nutritional sweetness is good for my alerti-ness. Anyhoo, I'm just gonna start writing, and hope that I don't sound tooo incoherent, because it'll be a pain to fix when I go back and read, re-read and edit the hell out of it. I do that to all of my stuff; an eternal perfectionist am I. Oh, and I hope my little explanations as to how things are (like Zim's water repellent and his choice/ taking up of Dib's challenge to have permanent hair) aren't TOO confusing and crappy. That's just the way I wanted things to be, so *raspberry* I spit upon you if you have a problem with my creative skills!!! So there!!! Mmmm, orangangey…
Dib stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, to find Zim still asleep and hadn't moved from the position he'd left him in. He went to his dresser and sifted through the meager amount of garments to pull out a pair of sweatpants, some blue boxers, and a black long-sleeved shirt, as it was chilly in the apartment. He undid the towel and tugged on the clothes, then tossed the towel in the dirty clothes corner.
He then pulled up the chair from the room's desk and sliding it across the scratchy earth tone carpet, set it down by the occupied bed and settled into the chair, silently studying the bed's tenant. Zim looked gorgeous, even if his skin was a bit pale; with his damp hair rising wildly back and his eyes closed, he looked so damned innocent. Almost fragile. Dib blinked, shaking his head, and went to go fill up the bowl he'd grabbed from the kitchen with cold water from the bathroom, coming back to set it back down on the night stand. He took off the washcloth and dipped it into the water, wringing it out and carefully placing it back on Zim's head. Zim exhaled softly, tilting his head ever so slightly towards Dib, and the other felt his heart skip a beat. Then he shook his head as if to scold himself, sitting back to study the person that was his obsession.
Weird as it sounded, Zim WAS his first obsession over something that was actually real, and it had been about a year or so ago when the ruling passion had transformed into another kind of obsession entirely. Something that definitely had to do with passion. Dib could clearly remember how weird it had been, looking up one day to see Zim sauntering into class wearing a tight black shirt, and noticing it with such extremity that he felt a rabbit had jumped down his throat and was bouncing around in his chest. He'd perhaps had these feelings for even longer than that, but hadn't dwelled on them.
The many aspects of Zim's colorful personality had always intrigued Dib, and he found himself wistfully falling for the alien's eccentric and cute bizarre behavior. And then there had always been that side of Zim that he only caught little glimpses of- his sweeter, more innocent side, and it had fascinated Dib for a very long time, the part of Zim that made him so…human. It made him think that there was a hell of lot more to the alien that had come to Earth, with plans for conquest, and an ego the size of a small planet.
Lately though, Zim had been even more distant than usual. He and Dib had a class together, but today had been the first time in weeks that Zim had even acknowledged his presence. During each class the green-skinned boy would just sit in his seat in the very back of the room, boring holes into the ceiling and talking to no one. For quite a while, Dib had been expecting SOMETHING to happen, for Zim to come up with some new plot for world domination, or do something really stupid that made it obvious as to what he was, or that he would partake in the challenge to destroy his rival, 'something'. It actually had been years since they'd had a good, hard fight, not since their freshman year, and Dib…missed it. That challenge, the never-ending fight to better Zim had driven him for such a long time, and then it was gone. Sure, every once in a while they'd bump into each other in the hall, and snap that it was the other's fault, or Dib would say something and Zim overhearing, would tell him off, but it was nothing like the fervent battles they'd crazed over before. Missing that often made Dib feel that a part of 'himself' was missing, which was, truth be told, actually pretty accurate.
//Zim IS probably the closest thing I do have for a friend. I've never had anybody hang around me for more than five minutes, but he's stuck with me for YEARS.// Dib realized, eyes still fixed on Zim. It was comforting, in a weird sort of way.
Zim suddenly flailed his arm back and coughed violently. Dib frowned, reaching for the flu medicine on the nightstand and reading the back, took off the little measuring cup off of the top and opened the bottle, filling up the cup to what should have been the right amount. Recapping the medicine and putting down the cup next to it on the small table, he gently grabbed a hold of Zim's arm and shook him slightly. "Zim?"
The boy's eyes shot open and he blinked, then focused on the person that had a hold of him. "Dib-human?" He asked, a little frown appearing in almost confusion.
"Here, take this. You've been coughing in your sleep and you look really pale." Dib answered, offering him the cup full of thick red liquid.
Zim sat up, causing his washcloth to fall off, eyeing the stuff wearily before taking it from his now ex-enemy, then tilted his head back and swallowed it down, wincing at the bitter taste. He looked down, and both he and Dib noticed that Dib still had his hand on Zim's arm. Dib blushed, withdrawing the hand while Zim said nothing, only paused for a long moment to stare at Dib, then uneasily slid back under the covers, placing the empty plastic clouded cup on the nightstand as he did so. A long moment of silence filled the room, all quiet except for the rain still pounding on the window and the soft breathing of the two boys.
Zim yawned, blinking, as he settled against the pillows that smelt like Dib. "You know," He remarked, eyes almost shut as he stared quietly at the closed door in front of the bed. "I have never had anyone take care of me, like this… I like it….. Is that okay?"
Dib's lips tweaked upwards in a little smile. "Very okay. I've never gotten to take care of someone like this, and I like it, too. I'm not really sure why, though." He said, taking the washcloth that was lying on Zim's chest and re-wetting it in the bowl, positioned it back on the green forehead. The other's lips also curved in a little smile, and he closed his eyes all the way, falling asleep again.
Dib sat for a long time in the chair, watching Zim and thinking how horrible it would have been if he'd never had gotten the opportunity to be totally cared for. Remotely he remembered when he'd been a small child, and had gotten a bad cold. His father had been to busy to bother with him, and Gaz had just been her usual anti-social self, but his mother had stayed by him the whole time and done sweet motherly things. Like whispering sweet words or singing as she'd gently brush away the hair from his face with her cool, gentle fingers, or make him tea or soup, and she would keep on rinsing out his washcloth that she kept on his burning forehead, as he was doing to Zim now. He could remember how loved he'd felt, so comforted and safe, that someone could devote all of their time to make him feel better.
And he doubted that Zim had ever felt that, and it was a heart wrenching sort of feeling to know that. Zim suddenly tossed his head, murmuring something, his brow furrowing, and Dib, feeling a bit nervous, reached out and smoothed the young man's raven black hair back tenderly. It seemed to work, as the boy settled back down with a little sigh. Dib smiled and kept on brushing back the hair from Zim's face with cool, gentle fingers.
~*~*~*
Awww, it's all so sweet! I know this was a hell of a lot shorter than the first chapter, but oh well. The whole point of this was to just understand what's going on and has been going on inside Dib's head. (Ah, what a spoooooky place to be O.o) I will soon get to what's going on inside Zim's head, getting to those neat-o questions that keep popping up. I beg you for reviews, they're one of the bestest best things in the whole, bigger-than- small world that we organizms reside in. Sorry if it's getting too sappy, I am like a maple tree when it comes to sap. Just don't try to stick a metal pipe into me to drain it out, I'll take that piece of aluminum and stuff it up your nose and then shall stab you to death with a spork. ^^
1 Chapter 2- Obsessions and Other Such Sweet Things
Well, here I am again! It's 1 in the morning, and I am staying awake by sucking on a Tootsie pop. Mmm, orange… The un-nutritional sweetness is good for my alerti-ness. Anyhoo, I'm just gonna start writing, and hope that I don't sound tooo incoherent, because it'll be a pain to fix when I go back and read, re-read and edit the hell out of it. I do that to all of my stuff; an eternal perfectionist am I. Oh, and I hope my little explanations as to how things are (like Zim's water repellent and his choice/ taking up of Dib's challenge to have permanent hair) aren't TOO confusing and crappy. That's just the way I wanted things to be, so *raspberry* I spit upon you if you have a problem with my creative skills!!! So there!!! Mmmm, orangangey…
Dib stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, to find Zim still asleep and hadn't moved from the position he'd left him in. He went to his dresser and sifted through the meager amount of garments to pull out a pair of sweatpants, some blue boxers, and a black long-sleeved shirt, as it was chilly in the apartment. He undid the towel and tugged on the clothes, then tossed the towel in the dirty clothes corner.
He then pulled up the chair from the room's desk and sliding it across the scratchy earth tone carpet, set it down by the occupied bed and settled into the chair, silently studying the bed's tenant. Zim looked gorgeous, even if his skin was a bit pale; with his damp hair rising wildly back and his eyes closed, he looked so damned innocent. Almost fragile. Dib blinked, shaking his head, and went to go fill up the bowl he'd grabbed from the kitchen with cold water from the bathroom, coming back to set it back down on the night stand. He took off the washcloth and dipped it into the water, wringing it out and carefully placing it back on Zim's head. Zim exhaled softly, tilting his head ever so slightly towards Dib, and the other felt his heart skip a beat. Then he shook his head as if to scold himself, sitting back to study the person that was his obsession.
Weird as it sounded, Zim WAS his first obsession over something that was actually real, and it had been about a year or so ago when the ruling passion had transformed into another kind of obsession entirely. Something that definitely had to do with passion. Dib could clearly remember how weird it had been, looking up one day to see Zim sauntering into class wearing a tight black shirt, and noticing it with such extremity that he felt a rabbit had jumped down his throat and was bouncing around in his chest. He'd perhaps had these feelings for even longer than that, but hadn't dwelled on them.
The many aspects of Zim's colorful personality had always intrigued Dib, and he found himself wistfully falling for the alien's eccentric and cute bizarre behavior. And then there had always been that side of Zim that he only caught little glimpses of- his sweeter, more innocent side, and it had fascinated Dib for a very long time, the part of Zim that made him so…human. It made him think that there was a hell of lot more to the alien that had come to Earth, with plans for conquest, and an ego the size of a small planet.
Lately though, Zim had been even more distant than usual. He and Dib had a class together, but today had been the first time in weeks that Zim had even acknowledged his presence. During each class the green-skinned boy would just sit in his seat in the very back of the room, boring holes into the ceiling and talking to no one. For quite a while, Dib had been expecting SOMETHING to happen, for Zim to come up with some new plot for world domination, or do something really stupid that made it obvious as to what he was, or that he would partake in the challenge to destroy his rival, 'something'. It actually had been years since they'd had a good, hard fight, not since their freshman year, and Dib…missed it. That challenge, the never-ending fight to better Zim had driven him for such a long time, and then it was gone. Sure, every once in a while they'd bump into each other in the hall, and snap that it was the other's fault, or Dib would say something and Zim overhearing, would tell him off, but it was nothing like the fervent battles they'd crazed over before. Missing that often made Dib feel that a part of 'himself' was missing, which was, truth be told, actually pretty accurate.
//Zim IS probably the closest thing I do have for a friend. I've never had anybody hang around me for more than five minutes, but he's stuck with me for YEARS.// Dib realized, eyes still fixed on Zim. It was comforting, in a weird sort of way.
Zim suddenly flailed his arm back and coughed violently. Dib frowned, reaching for the flu medicine on the nightstand and reading the back, took off the little measuring cup off of the top and opened the bottle, filling up the cup to what should have been the right amount. Recapping the medicine and putting down the cup next to it on the small table, he gently grabbed a hold of Zim's arm and shook him slightly. "Zim?"
The boy's eyes shot open and he blinked, then focused on the person that had a hold of him. "Dib-human?" He asked, a little frown appearing in almost confusion.
"Here, take this. You've been coughing in your sleep and you look really pale." Dib answered, offering him the cup full of thick red liquid.
Zim sat up, causing his washcloth to fall off, eyeing the stuff wearily before taking it from his now ex-enemy, then tilted his head back and swallowed it down, wincing at the bitter taste. He looked down, and both he and Dib noticed that Dib still had his hand on Zim's arm. Dib blushed, withdrawing the hand while Zim said nothing, only paused for a long moment to stare at Dib, then uneasily slid back under the covers, placing the empty plastic clouded cup on the nightstand as he did so. A long moment of silence filled the room, all quiet except for the rain still pounding on the window and the soft breathing of the two boys.
Zim yawned, blinking, as he settled against the pillows that smelt like Dib. "You know," He remarked, eyes almost shut as he stared quietly at the closed door in front of the bed. "I have never had anyone take care of me, like this… I like it….. Is that okay?"
Dib's lips tweaked upwards in a little smile. "Very okay. I've never gotten to take care of someone like this, and I like it, too. I'm not really sure why, though." He said, taking the washcloth that was lying on Zim's chest and re-wetting it in the bowl, positioned it back on the green forehead. The other's lips also curved in a little smile, and he closed his eyes all the way, falling asleep again.
Dib sat for a long time in the chair, watching Zim and thinking how horrible it would have been if he'd never had gotten the opportunity to be totally cared for. Remotely he remembered when he'd been a small child, and had gotten a bad cold. His father had been to busy to bother with him, and Gaz had just been her usual anti-social self, but his mother had stayed by him the whole time and done sweet motherly things. Like whispering sweet words or singing as she'd gently brush away the hair from his face with her cool, gentle fingers, or make him tea or soup, and she would keep on rinsing out his washcloth that she kept on his burning forehead, as he was doing to Zim now. He could remember how loved he'd felt, so comforted and safe, that someone could devote all of their time to make him feel better.
And he doubted that Zim had ever felt that, and it was a heart wrenching sort of feeling to know that. Zim suddenly tossed his head, murmuring something, his brow furrowing, and Dib, feeling a bit nervous, reached out and smoothed the young man's raven black hair back tenderly. It seemed to work, as the boy settled back down with a little sigh. Dib smiled and kept on brushing back the hair from Zim's face with cool, gentle fingers.
~*~*~*
Awww, it's all so sweet! I know this was a hell of a lot shorter than the first chapter, but oh well. The whole point of this was to just understand what's going on and has been going on inside Dib's head. (Ah, what a spoooooky place to be O.o) I will soon get to what's going on inside Zim's head, getting to those neat-o questions that keep popping up. I beg you for reviews, they're one of the bestest best things in the whole, bigger-than- small world that we organizms reside in. Sorry if it's getting too sappy, I am like a maple tree when it comes to sap. Just don't try to stick a metal pipe into me to drain it out, I'll take that piece of aluminum and stuff it up your nose and then shall stab you to death with a spork. ^^