Love is Weird But It Makes You Feel All Warm and Tingly Inside!!
1 By: Kichara
2 Chapter 6
3 Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Relish Ice Cream
Hey everybody!! Man, over 80 reviews! Woohoo!! I gotta say, it's definitely a booster for my ego. ^^ I really appreciate everyone who likes how slow I'm moving the story along, and for everyone who wants that lemon (Bonnie, you bad, bad girl….You so cool!), IT'LL COME!! I just need to get this whole PLOT thing over and done with first. ^^
*****
"Um, I'll have a butter pecan cone." Dib said, looking down from the menu above his head to the bored expression on the cashier's face behind the counter of the fast food place.
"Uh-huh. And you?" She directed her lazy gaze towards Zim.
"Chocolate chip cookie dough." The alien answered, raising a brow as he watched the blonde punch a couple of buttons on the cash register.
"It'll be ready in a minute." She said as the boys handed her the money for their food.
Dib slid over to the waiting section of the counter, watching Zim walk over to stand next to him. A perky red-head came up to them from the back, looking much more enthusiastic than her co-worker as she handed them their ice creams with a chipper, "Thanks, have a nice day!" then bounced back to the kitchen.
Zim nodded in response, heading over to the condiment stand with Dib close behind.
"Well, we're almost done!" The human grinned.
"With the harrowing experience of the research paper?" Zim asked, taking a couple of relish packets and carefully spreading their contents on top of his ice cream.
Dib winced at the sight of the green condiment sliding onto the creamy surface of the ice cream. "Yeah, just a couple of finishing touches and it'll be ready to turn in on Wednesday! I know I'll be more than happy when this is all done and over with."
The Irken threw away the empty packets and walked out of the fast food restaurant with his partner. "I can't say I can disagree with that point. This has been, how would you humans say it…hell?" Dib chuckled, licking at his cone as Zim continued. "But…I have to say that the hard work was much more bearable with you as a partner."
Dib's eyes widened in response to this and he looked over at Zim, who was intently chowing down on his icy treat. A compliment; he'd been getting a lot of those, every once in a while, for the past couple of weeks. Thrown in with the jibing insults and playful retorts, they were always accompanied by a faint blush on Zim's face. It made Dib wonder.
The time together, working like animals on their paper for the past couple of weeks, had brought the two of them quite close. A definite for friends, and Dib was beginning to have glancing hopes for…something else. He'd had them before, but they seemed more real now. Those blushes certainly gave him encouragement. The young man looked over at his companion, who was happily munching on his relish-smothered ice cream.
Dib grimaced. "How can you eat that?"
Zim narrowed an eye. "With my mouth. Anyway, you eat bologna, and Irk only knows what's in that."
Dib sighed in defeat, chuckling nonetheless. "No, I mean, doesn't that taste gross? It sure looks like it."
"It's too sweet without the relish. It balances it out. Besides, it reminds me of something I liked to eat on Irk." Zim's smug look faded and he gazed down at the ground, growing quiet.
"Really? Is there anything else you miss?"
"The sunrises." The alien looked up to gaze directly into Dib's honey- colored eyes with a little smile. "They were so incredible, all those pinks and greens and blues. It's nothing like your Earth sunrises, the atmospheres are too different."
Dib smiled slightly at the softened, faraway look on Zim's face, and felt his heart give a little leap at the sight. "Well, um, I bet we'll get an 'A' on this project; We've worked so hard on it!" Dib said, deciding to go back to the ever-safe topic of their report.
"We'd better." Zim's face hardened slightly, looking more normal now.
"And then we can get your soul back!" The human cheered, grinning.
"Are you STILL going on about that? It's just an index card, Dib-worm." Zim managed to keep his tone exasperated, carefully covering up the affection lying hidden underneath it.
"Of course I am! Just the idea of someone else having your soul! And we'll get it back!" He struck a dramatic pose, transferring ice cream so that he could lift his right pointer finger to the heavens above.
Zim hid his smile in his cone, nibbling on the waffle edge, Dib's speech bringing back the recent memories involving his 'soul'. The human had gone on and on about the injustice of Zim's losing of his soul, and had promised to get it back. He'd gone up to their twisted teacher after class one day to demand that a deal be made to win it back. Mr. Zella had tilted his head to the side, a finger placed thoughtfully on his jaw before he'd answered that if the two were to get an 'A' on their report, that Zim could have it back. The two had walked to lunch after, Dib's triumphant look missing Zim's blush and warm eyes.
//Could there be something?// As much as Zim enjoyed Dib as a friend, it only fed his silent obsession for the other when the two of them were so close.
But there were times, when Dib's honey-colored eyes would fix on his, or his pale skin would redden to that adorable blush, and Zim would momentarily forget to breathe. It was delightful torture. At that very moment, the Irken was making sure to keep his free hand buried deep in his pocket so that it wouldn't itch with the urge to grab Dib's.
Dib munched on his cone, eyes flashing over to Zim before quickly looking forward again. He always had to make sure that his eyes never lingered for too long, lest Zim become suspicious. As much as he wished for something more, he was more terrified than ever to make a move, fearful that he would lose the only friend he'd ever really had.
They were almost to Zim's house now. This was going to be Dib's sixth time, going to work on their project with Zim, and Dib felt more than honored that the other trusted him enough to do so. And it wasn't as though they needed to go to Zim's base, as they could always go work at the library or Dib's apartment. At the moment, all that needed to be done was a few minor touches, and everything would be set.
Zim turned and walked past the lawn gnomes to his front door with Dib close behind. Zim held the door open for him, closing it after he'd entered.
"HIIIII!!!!!!!!!" A little green blur launched itself at Dib, latching onto his chest in a fierce hug. "Did you miss me?!"
"Um…maybe." Dib detangled the hyperactive robot from himself, letting it drop to the ground. "Here, you want my ice cream?" He offered the bit of cone that was left, hoping it would distract the robot long enough to forget about him.
"YAY, brain numbies!!" GIR exclaimed gleefully, snatching the dessert from Dib and bounding to the couch to eat it.
Zim motioned for Dib to follow him to the kitchen. The young man did so, not making any quick motions so he could avoid the demented SIR's attention. "Here." Zim said as Dib walked in, indicating the tile he was standing on. The human went to stand with him on it, forgetting to breathe as their arms brushed against each other from being so close. The moment was short-lived, however, as the elevator activated and sent them down with a flourish.
The room they stopped at was a familiar one, as it was where they'd been working on their project. It was simple enough, just a computer and a table with two chairs, as well as a few shelves where Zim had put all of their research together.
"Computer, activate report file." Zim commanded, watching as the wall-sized screen came to life at his words.
Dib dumped his bookbag on one of the chairs, unzipped it and pulled out a couple of papers, watching as Zim took a seat at the computer console. The human pulled up the table's other chair to sit next to Zim, handing him the papers.
"You want me to do something?" Dib asked, watching Zim's claw-like hands dash over the keys.
"No, no. You made all the corrections, now I just need to put them in, and we'll be finished."
Perfect. A few minutes of Zim-watching, then. //Just so long as he doesn't notice and get irritated.// Dib thought, eyes wistfully tracing over the alien's profile.
//He's watching me again. He does it so much.//
//Does he have any idea how I feel about him?//
//Does he have any idea what he does to me?//
//God, I could watch him forever.//
//Does he have an idea how deep my feelings run? And concept at all?//
//Could I ever tell him how I really feel? But what if I lose him for it?//
//He's still watching me. But, there's no malice, no hurt, but…// Zim quickly turned his head to gaze directly into Dib's golden eyes. The boy's face flushed, turning a rosy pink. //What? IS there something there? Or am I just imagining things so that I won't feel so…alone?// The Irken tilted his head to the side. " I'm finished."
"Good. That's great. Ready to print it out?" Dib asked, silently begging for the crimson color to vanish from his skin.
Zim nodded in response, pressing a button on the console. A beep sounded in response, and several sheets slipped out of the wall, neatly landing in a tray below. Dib stood up, grateful for something to do while he let the cool recycled air chill his face, and brought them over to the table. He pulled a new folder from his knapsack and carefully secured the papers in it.
"Well, I guess I should get going then. I've got to go do my other homework."
Zim nodded, standing up and heading over to the elevator with Dib. "I'll walk you out."
The ride up was as quick as ever and soon enough Dib was out the front door, waving back to Zim. "I'll see you tomorrow!" He called, turning out of the yard.
Zim waved in response, a little smile perking at his lips as he shut the door.
Dib shifted his bookbag on his shoulders, looking up at the sky. //Looks like it might rain again.//
"Dib."
The boy visibly jumped, looking around quickly for the source that had spoken his name. He found it to be a slender young woman in the alley beside him, black-clad arms folded over each other.
"Gaz?" He asked in disbelief. He hadn't spoken to his sister since…since before he'd moved out, Dib realized.
A smirk formed on her lips and the gothic girl nodded, moving out of the alley way to walk alongside her brother.
"How are things?" She asked.
Dib blinked before answering. "Fine, I guess."
"Hmmm…" She looked down at the sidewalk thoughtfully. "How fine?"
The young man turned his head to gaze intently into his sister's pale face. "Gaz, what's this all about?"
She neatly entwined her fingers at the small of her back. "I suppose the only way to go on with this is to be mature about it… Dib, I'm sorry I haven't talked to you, and I'm sorry that I was probably part of the reason that you moved out. I'm not too good with handling social interactions, which is about to be proven in how you're about to use up your quota for me to play human with you for the month, so I'll make this quick."
Once again, Dib's golden eyes closed in a blink. Then a long stare followed before he could compose himself enough to give a decent response. "Gaz…what're you talking about?"
"Zim."
A blush started on Dib's cheeks before he could stop it. "What about him?"
"You tell me." She said, smirk growing.
"Um, Gaz…I don't know what you want me to say, uh, really…"
She opened her eyes to stare directly into pupils that were the same amber color as hers. "No idea whatsoever?"
Dib's blush burned brighter and he silently cursed. "Gaz…"
His sister's smirk grew even wider as she remarked, "Don't worry about telling me now. You can tell me whenever you get the guts to do so. Anyway, here you are."
Dib looked up, surprised to see them standing outside the lobby doors of his apartment complex. Gaz turned away, twisting and opening her eyes to stare directly into her brother's again before she said, "Just do what you feel like you should.", before walking away with a gust of wind and leaves.
***
Zim slid an audio CD into his wall, waiting for the rock music to click on, flooding his room with it's harsh sounds. He smiled and stretched languidly, then pulled off his black shirt and tossed into the chute in the corner. He did the same with his pants and finished, flopped down onto his bed, closing his eyes as he relaxed to the music. This had become a daily ritual for him at the end of the day, to lie back in his bed before going to sleep and relax to rock music.
The choice to become what was called goth, punk, whatever one wanted to classify it as, hadn't been a sudden thing. It had started with the basic fact that he'd realized just how good he looked wearing black, how it looked on his pale green skin and accented his black hair. But research and observation had shown him that goth's were…respected, more or less. People gave them space, let them be. Zim had wanted SOME kind of respect for such a long time, and it was a lot easier to achieve this when people were fearfully looking at you because you were dressed in the colors of the night.
Besides, Zim loved the music. The proud, pulsing screeches and meaningful lyrics gave him something to relate to, one of the few ways he could actually have something to do with the planet that was now his own, whether he wanted it or not.
Zim sighed deeply, forcing himself from those thoughts and onto something more pleasant, a something that had the tendency to pop into his thoughts, whether he wanted it or not. Actually, more of a HIM than an it. Dib.
The human seemed like he was more of a burden to Zim's health than good, keeping the alien up at late hours and depriving him of the sleep his body needed so badly. But sometimes, the thought of times with Dib, past and hoped future, were what got Zim to sleep, sprawled across his bed with a little smile on his lips brought by the thoughts and memories of the human that Zim…cared for. Was there a word for it?
The Irken's antennae twitched, out of both confusion and somewhat irritation from his lack of knowledge in the matter. He yawned widely and scratched lightly behind one of the antennae. Kicking down the covers, he pulled them back up to his waist, then reached over to press a button on his nightstand to shut out the lights. He rolled to his side, thinking about how much he'd like it if he could have Dib right there with him, wrapped up in his arms.
*****
God, I really loved this chapter. So much happened in it that I've been wanting to do. And you know what I realized? This story is nothing but fluff! Christ, where's the drama? Oh well, next story will have it. No, wait…I dunno. We Shall See. *dum dum duuuum*
God, thanks so much for all the support, it really is what gets me going these days and it somewhat helps to keep the little bit of sanity I've retained over the years. So, ArmandLeg, do you like where I went with Gaz (wait a sec, I didn't go anywhere with her, and I prolly wouldn't want to, she's even more scary than me!). Moonlady, well actually, my friend had to do it, and I guess she was just looking in all the wrong places, cuz she said she couldn't find anything. Ohhh well. Thanks go out to Dib's Savior, Spryt, invader-jazz, God Hates Me, Sonikku Senshi (I'm glad you like my story so much!), Insanity x2, Amethyst Soul, PoisonTears(Wow, you use such big words, I love your review! *sniff, sniff* *cries with tears of happiness and huggles review tightly*), Celelorien, InvaderJen 320, MiracleChick, Bugsygurl16, Karakuri Ninja Girl, Alex Destine (God, it's reviews like yours that keep me going, thanks), tenshimagic, and moo (The review amuses me so….). Thanks again, everybody! *gives them all sporks and disfigured lumpy kittens*
1 By: Kichara
2 Chapter 6
3 Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Relish Ice Cream
Hey everybody!! Man, over 80 reviews! Woohoo!! I gotta say, it's definitely a booster for my ego. ^^ I really appreciate everyone who likes how slow I'm moving the story along, and for everyone who wants that lemon (Bonnie, you bad, bad girl….You so cool!), IT'LL COME!! I just need to get this whole PLOT thing over and done with first. ^^
*****
"Um, I'll have a butter pecan cone." Dib said, looking down from the menu above his head to the bored expression on the cashier's face behind the counter of the fast food place.
"Uh-huh. And you?" She directed her lazy gaze towards Zim.
"Chocolate chip cookie dough." The alien answered, raising a brow as he watched the blonde punch a couple of buttons on the cash register.
"It'll be ready in a minute." She said as the boys handed her the money for their food.
Dib slid over to the waiting section of the counter, watching Zim walk over to stand next to him. A perky red-head came up to them from the back, looking much more enthusiastic than her co-worker as she handed them their ice creams with a chipper, "Thanks, have a nice day!" then bounced back to the kitchen.
Zim nodded in response, heading over to the condiment stand with Dib close behind.
"Well, we're almost done!" The human grinned.
"With the harrowing experience of the research paper?" Zim asked, taking a couple of relish packets and carefully spreading their contents on top of his ice cream.
Dib winced at the sight of the green condiment sliding onto the creamy surface of the ice cream. "Yeah, just a couple of finishing touches and it'll be ready to turn in on Wednesday! I know I'll be more than happy when this is all done and over with."
The Irken threw away the empty packets and walked out of the fast food restaurant with his partner. "I can't say I can disagree with that point. This has been, how would you humans say it…hell?" Dib chuckled, licking at his cone as Zim continued. "But…I have to say that the hard work was much more bearable with you as a partner."
Dib's eyes widened in response to this and he looked over at Zim, who was intently chowing down on his icy treat. A compliment; he'd been getting a lot of those, every once in a while, for the past couple of weeks. Thrown in with the jibing insults and playful retorts, they were always accompanied by a faint blush on Zim's face. It made Dib wonder.
The time together, working like animals on their paper for the past couple of weeks, had brought the two of them quite close. A definite for friends, and Dib was beginning to have glancing hopes for…something else. He'd had them before, but they seemed more real now. Those blushes certainly gave him encouragement. The young man looked over at his companion, who was happily munching on his relish-smothered ice cream.
Dib grimaced. "How can you eat that?"
Zim narrowed an eye. "With my mouth. Anyway, you eat bologna, and Irk only knows what's in that."
Dib sighed in defeat, chuckling nonetheless. "No, I mean, doesn't that taste gross? It sure looks like it."
"It's too sweet without the relish. It balances it out. Besides, it reminds me of something I liked to eat on Irk." Zim's smug look faded and he gazed down at the ground, growing quiet.
"Really? Is there anything else you miss?"
"The sunrises." The alien looked up to gaze directly into Dib's honey- colored eyes with a little smile. "They were so incredible, all those pinks and greens and blues. It's nothing like your Earth sunrises, the atmospheres are too different."
Dib smiled slightly at the softened, faraway look on Zim's face, and felt his heart give a little leap at the sight. "Well, um, I bet we'll get an 'A' on this project; We've worked so hard on it!" Dib said, deciding to go back to the ever-safe topic of their report.
"We'd better." Zim's face hardened slightly, looking more normal now.
"And then we can get your soul back!" The human cheered, grinning.
"Are you STILL going on about that? It's just an index card, Dib-worm." Zim managed to keep his tone exasperated, carefully covering up the affection lying hidden underneath it.
"Of course I am! Just the idea of someone else having your soul! And we'll get it back!" He struck a dramatic pose, transferring ice cream so that he could lift his right pointer finger to the heavens above.
Zim hid his smile in his cone, nibbling on the waffle edge, Dib's speech bringing back the recent memories involving his 'soul'. The human had gone on and on about the injustice of Zim's losing of his soul, and had promised to get it back. He'd gone up to their twisted teacher after class one day to demand that a deal be made to win it back. Mr. Zella had tilted his head to the side, a finger placed thoughtfully on his jaw before he'd answered that if the two were to get an 'A' on their report, that Zim could have it back. The two had walked to lunch after, Dib's triumphant look missing Zim's blush and warm eyes.
//Could there be something?// As much as Zim enjoyed Dib as a friend, it only fed his silent obsession for the other when the two of them were so close.
But there were times, when Dib's honey-colored eyes would fix on his, or his pale skin would redden to that adorable blush, and Zim would momentarily forget to breathe. It was delightful torture. At that very moment, the Irken was making sure to keep his free hand buried deep in his pocket so that it wouldn't itch with the urge to grab Dib's.
Dib munched on his cone, eyes flashing over to Zim before quickly looking forward again. He always had to make sure that his eyes never lingered for too long, lest Zim become suspicious. As much as he wished for something more, he was more terrified than ever to make a move, fearful that he would lose the only friend he'd ever really had.
They were almost to Zim's house now. This was going to be Dib's sixth time, going to work on their project with Zim, and Dib felt more than honored that the other trusted him enough to do so. And it wasn't as though they needed to go to Zim's base, as they could always go work at the library or Dib's apartment. At the moment, all that needed to be done was a few minor touches, and everything would be set.
Zim turned and walked past the lawn gnomes to his front door with Dib close behind. Zim held the door open for him, closing it after he'd entered.
"HIIIII!!!!!!!!!" A little green blur launched itself at Dib, latching onto his chest in a fierce hug. "Did you miss me?!"
"Um…maybe." Dib detangled the hyperactive robot from himself, letting it drop to the ground. "Here, you want my ice cream?" He offered the bit of cone that was left, hoping it would distract the robot long enough to forget about him.
"YAY, brain numbies!!" GIR exclaimed gleefully, snatching the dessert from Dib and bounding to the couch to eat it.
Zim motioned for Dib to follow him to the kitchen. The young man did so, not making any quick motions so he could avoid the demented SIR's attention. "Here." Zim said as Dib walked in, indicating the tile he was standing on. The human went to stand with him on it, forgetting to breathe as their arms brushed against each other from being so close. The moment was short-lived, however, as the elevator activated and sent them down with a flourish.
The room they stopped at was a familiar one, as it was where they'd been working on their project. It was simple enough, just a computer and a table with two chairs, as well as a few shelves where Zim had put all of their research together.
"Computer, activate report file." Zim commanded, watching as the wall-sized screen came to life at his words.
Dib dumped his bookbag on one of the chairs, unzipped it and pulled out a couple of papers, watching as Zim took a seat at the computer console. The human pulled up the table's other chair to sit next to Zim, handing him the papers.
"You want me to do something?" Dib asked, watching Zim's claw-like hands dash over the keys.
"No, no. You made all the corrections, now I just need to put them in, and we'll be finished."
Perfect. A few minutes of Zim-watching, then. //Just so long as he doesn't notice and get irritated.// Dib thought, eyes wistfully tracing over the alien's profile.
//He's watching me again. He does it so much.//
//Does he have any idea how I feel about him?//
//Does he have any idea what he does to me?//
//God, I could watch him forever.//
//Does he have an idea how deep my feelings run? And concept at all?//
//Could I ever tell him how I really feel? But what if I lose him for it?//
//He's still watching me. But, there's no malice, no hurt, but…// Zim quickly turned his head to gaze directly into Dib's golden eyes. The boy's face flushed, turning a rosy pink. //What? IS there something there? Or am I just imagining things so that I won't feel so…alone?// The Irken tilted his head to the side. " I'm finished."
"Good. That's great. Ready to print it out?" Dib asked, silently begging for the crimson color to vanish from his skin.
Zim nodded in response, pressing a button on the console. A beep sounded in response, and several sheets slipped out of the wall, neatly landing in a tray below. Dib stood up, grateful for something to do while he let the cool recycled air chill his face, and brought them over to the table. He pulled a new folder from his knapsack and carefully secured the papers in it.
"Well, I guess I should get going then. I've got to go do my other homework."
Zim nodded, standing up and heading over to the elevator with Dib. "I'll walk you out."
The ride up was as quick as ever and soon enough Dib was out the front door, waving back to Zim. "I'll see you tomorrow!" He called, turning out of the yard.
Zim waved in response, a little smile perking at his lips as he shut the door.
Dib shifted his bookbag on his shoulders, looking up at the sky. //Looks like it might rain again.//
"Dib."
The boy visibly jumped, looking around quickly for the source that had spoken his name. He found it to be a slender young woman in the alley beside him, black-clad arms folded over each other.
"Gaz?" He asked in disbelief. He hadn't spoken to his sister since…since before he'd moved out, Dib realized.
A smirk formed on her lips and the gothic girl nodded, moving out of the alley way to walk alongside her brother.
"How are things?" She asked.
Dib blinked before answering. "Fine, I guess."
"Hmmm…" She looked down at the sidewalk thoughtfully. "How fine?"
The young man turned his head to gaze intently into his sister's pale face. "Gaz, what's this all about?"
She neatly entwined her fingers at the small of her back. "I suppose the only way to go on with this is to be mature about it… Dib, I'm sorry I haven't talked to you, and I'm sorry that I was probably part of the reason that you moved out. I'm not too good with handling social interactions, which is about to be proven in how you're about to use up your quota for me to play human with you for the month, so I'll make this quick."
Once again, Dib's golden eyes closed in a blink. Then a long stare followed before he could compose himself enough to give a decent response. "Gaz…what're you talking about?"
"Zim."
A blush started on Dib's cheeks before he could stop it. "What about him?"
"You tell me." She said, smirk growing.
"Um, Gaz…I don't know what you want me to say, uh, really…"
She opened her eyes to stare directly into pupils that were the same amber color as hers. "No idea whatsoever?"
Dib's blush burned brighter and he silently cursed. "Gaz…"
His sister's smirk grew even wider as she remarked, "Don't worry about telling me now. You can tell me whenever you get the guts to do so. Anyway, here you are."
Dib looked up, surprised to see them standing outside the lobby doors of his apartment complex. Gaz turned away, twisting and opening her eyes to stare directly into her brother's again before she said, "Just do what you feel like you should.", before walking away with a gust of wind and leaves.
***
Zim slid an audio CD into his wall, waiting for the rock music to click on, flooding his room with it's harsh sounds. He smiled and stretched languidly, then pulled off his black shirt and tossed into the chute in the corner. He did the same with his pants and finished, flopped down onto his bed, closing his eyes as he relaxed to the music. This had become a daily ritual for him at the end of the day, to lie back in his bed before going to sleep and relax to rock music.
The choice to become what was called goth, punk, whatever one wanted to classify it as, hadn't been a sudden thing. It had started with the basic fact that he'd realized just how good he looked wearing black, how it looked on his pale green skin and accented his black hair. But research and observation had shown him that goth's were…respected, more or less. People gave them space, let them be. Zim had wanted SOME kind of respect for such a long time, and it was a lot easier to achieve this when people were fearfully looking at you because you were dressed in the colors of the night.
Besides, Zim loved the music. The proud, pulsing screeches and meaningful lyrics gave him something to relate to, one of the few ways he could actually have something to do with the planet that was now his own, whether he wanted it or not.
Zim sighed deeply, forcing himself from those thoughts and onto something more pleasant, a something that had the tendency to pop into his thoughts, whether he wanted it or not. Actually, more of a HIM than an it. Dib.
The human seemed like he was more of a burden to Zim's health than good, keeping the alien up at late hours and depriving him of the sleep his body needed so badly. But sometimes, the thought of times with Dib, past and hoped future, were what got Zim to sleep, sprawled across his bed with a little smile on his lips brought by the thoughts and memories of the human that Zim…cared for. Was there a word for it?
The Irken's antennae twitched, out of both confusion and somewhat irritation from his lack of knowledge in the matter. He yawned widely and scratched lightly behind one of the antennae. Kicking down the covers, he pulled them back up to his waist, then reached over to press a button on his nightstand to shut out the lights. He rolled to his side, thinking about how much he'd like it if he could have Dib right there with him, wrapped up in his arms.
*****
God, I really loved this chapter. So much happened in it that I've been wanting to do. And you know what I realized? This story is nothing but fluff! Christ, where's the drama? Oh well, next story will have it. No, wait…I dunno. We Shall See. *dum dum duuuum*
God, thanks so much for all the support, it really is what gets me going these days and it somewhat helps to keep the little bit of sanity I've retained over the years. So, ArmandLeg, do you like where I went with Gaz (wait a sec, I didn't go anywhere with her, and I prolly wouldn't want to, she's even more scary than me!). Moonlady, well actually, my friend had to do it, and I guess she was just looking in all the wrong places, cuz she said she couldn't find anything. Ohhh well. Thanks go out to Dib's Savior, Spryt, invader-jazz, God Hates Me, Sonikku Senshi (I'm glad you like my story so much!), Insanity x2, Amethyst Soul, PoisonTears(Wow, you use such big words, I love your review! *sniff, sniff* *cries with tears of happiness and huggles review tightly*), Celelorien, InvaderJen 320, MiracleChick, Bugsygurl16, Karakuri Ninja Girl, Alex Destine (God, it's reviews like yours that keep me going, thanks), tenshimagic, and moo (The review amuses me so….). Thanks again, everybody! *gives them all sporks and disfigured lumpy kittens*