Love is Weird But It Makes You Feel All Warm and Tingly Inside!!
By: Kichara
Chapter 7: Answering Stupid Questions for Some Pizza A little note before I go into things: FANFICTION.NET IS EEEEVIL, I'VE HAD THIS CHAPTER DONE FOR A LOOOONG TIME! I've been wanting to sacrifice it on an alter to my mongoose to make my self feel better, but I couldn't get a hold of some gummi worms, a cow, and curdled milk that had been sitiing in direct monnlight for 69 days.
Hey, here I am again! Yay for me! Ooo, and I just found out something! My friend Mike has a scanner! Woohoo! Now I just need to figure out how to make a webpage. Anyway, this is good news for you all because it means I can finally get out my fanart. Problem now is: I don't really have too much. O.o Please don't hurt me, I've been busy, really! Have you any idea how hard it is just to get these chapters out as fast as I do? Besides that, all of my art skills have been going towards this art scholarship that's due at the end of the month. Whew!
*~*~*~ Zim raised an eyebrow at Dib, who seemed to be shimmering with some sort of light as they walked down the hallway. They'd just gotten their grades for their reports and proof of their accomplishment of the feat was in Zim's hand, a battered index card with his name on it. He chuckled lightly to himself, looking back at Dib's triumphant look. The boy was too starry-eyed to notice the school's doors and would have walked into them if Zim didn't grab his shirt, then opened one of them for him.
The human broke out of his victorious state of mind at the fierce tug on his shirt and came back to the world to see Zim, one hand wrapped in his shirt and the other holding open the door. "What's wrong?"
"You almost walked into the doors!" Zim exclaimed, letting Dib's shirt go and letting the door shut as the other walked through them.
"Really? I didn't notice." Dib said, looking back at the doors, confused.
The Irken laughed again, softly. "Maybe you would if your gigantic head wasn't in the clouds."
"Hey, it's not gigantic! I think I've grown into it pretty good." Dib said, hands pressing against the sides of his skull to check it.
"So you're admitting to having a big head before, then?" Zim smirked.
"Ohhhh, shut up!" He threw a mock punch at Zim, hitting him lightly in the arm.
The alien laughed again, in a very good mood from second-hand experiencing Dib's triumph, and the basic fact that he was with him. "So, what do you want to go do now?"
Dib shrugged, smiling. "I'm not sure. I do want to do something to celebrate us getting an 'A' on the report and getting your soul back, though."
The other tilted his head thoughtfully. "Like what, Dib-human?"
"Um, I really.have no idea." His apartment complex came into view, and Dib realized that Zim had been walking him home. "But I think we should do something."
"I believe we've already established that." Zim said with an amused smile as he tucked his index card into a pocket in his tight black jeans. "I'm really not too sure as to what you're talking about, so I'll let you figure it out." They walked up the sidewalk to Dib's home and Zim held open the door for him. "I'll see you later."
The young man smiled in return, giving a little wave. "Alright, bye. I'll think it over and tell you what I can come up with." Zim nodded, letting the door shut and then walking away.
Later that evening, Dib was in the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge, looking for some dinner. Actually, he'd LIKE to be rummaging, but there really weren't enough items in there to rummage through. Sighing as he pushed the door shut with his hip, he headed over to the food cabinets, looking through them for something to satisfy his hunger. "Man, I REALLY need to go to the store." He admonished, shutting the cupboards after finding nothing in them really worth dinner. He glanced at the clock, and deciding it was too late to go to the grocery store, reached for the phone and the thick phone book underneath it.
While he didn't order out all the time, it was a luxury he could afford every once in a while, Dib mused as he flipped through the pages. He actually had a lot of money, left to him by his mother, which was why he was able to have an apartment without keeping a job. And he was set for college, as he'd already been admitted to the near-by state college and, since he'd had good grades throughout his entire school life, he was all set with a scholarship that would pay his through school.
'It pays to be smart.' He thought with a smirk as he found the pizza section of the Yellow Pages. Turning on the phone, he called up one of the numbers, setting the heavy book back on the counter as he sat up next to it.
"Hello!"
"Um, hi." Dib raised an eyebrow as the person on the other line greeted them with a chipper tone. Pizza people usually weren't all THAT happy to be answering the phone.
"Hello, sir. Could you answer a couple of questions for us before we take care of business for you?"
"Okay, sure." He pushed himself further back onto the counter, leaning against the cabinets as he waited for the other to continue.
"Alright, first. What is two pieces of bread with meats, cheese and condiments between them?"
Dib's other eyebrow rose to join it's twin. "A sandwich?"
"Yes, that's right! Absolutely! Now, at what time of the day does the sun come up?"
"Morning?" Dib blinked, wondering what kind of pizza place this was exactly.
"Alright, and now, for the last question, can you tell us.What color are oranges?!"
"Uh, orange."
"Thanks so much for those answers! You're a winner!"
"Um, do you guys always make people answer stupid questions just to get some pizza?"
"Pizza? Is that why you called?"
"Uh, yeah."
The man on the other line laughed. "Well, you got something better than pizza, I have to say! You've just won two tickets to Untitled's concert, which is on Thursday at the arena!"
Dib blinked, the name sounding familiar. "Wow, really?"
"Yes, that's right sir. Now what's your name?"
"Dib, Dib Membrane."
"Well, glad to give you the tickets, Mister Membrane. You can come pick them up anytime at our office on 13th street."
"Really? Can I come pick them up now? Could you tell me where exactly you are?"
"Of course, our address is 777 13th street, by the Disfigured Kittens and Fritos Store. We'll see you in a little while, Dib, and thanks for calling 106.8, the only station for your hard-core listening needs!" The DJ hung up, leaving Dib to do the same.
Forgetting dinner, the young man went to go grab his boots and jacket.
*** The doorbell rang. Zim looked over from where he was standing in the kitchen, surveying the damage done by Gir after the robot had decided to have a tea party/ rave with his pig. The alien walked over to the door, opening it to find a triumphant Dib standing there, wide grin plastered on his face. Zim opened the door all the way, leaning against the frame. "What is it, Dib?" He asked, curious about the other's expression.
"I figured out what we can do to celebrate!"
Zim raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
Dib reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Guess what I got!"
The Irken smiled, deeply amused. "What?"
"Tickets to go see Untitled on Thursday!"
Zim straightened, eyes widening in response. "You must be joking!"
Dib grinned, pleased with Zim's reaction. "Nu-uh, see?" He handed the envelope to the Irken.
Zim opened the envelope, looking at the tickets inside. "How did you manage to obtain them?" He asked, carefully placing the pieces of glossy paper back inside and handing the envelope to Dib.
Dib chuckled. "Well, I was calling out for pizza, but accidentally called up a radio station instead and won them because I was the right caller for a contest they were having. I thought the name sounded familiar, and when I found out the station was rock music, I figured you knew who they were."
Zim nodded in agreement. "I do; In fact, I've been trying to get to go to one of their concerts for a long while."
"Well, now's your chance!"
The green-skinned youth leaned back against the doorframe, folding his arms. "You've never been to a rock concert before, have you Dib?"
"Um, no. Actually, I haven't been to any concerts before; This'll be my first. Why?"
Zim smirked. "You should buy something for it. Your clothes don't match the attire, especially for an Untitled concert. Go check out Hot Topic at the mall."
The human blinked, then shrugged. "Alright, I'll go tomorrow. The concert starts at 7, so when do you think we should leave?"
Zim raised his eyes, thinking. "We should probably get on the bus at about 5 or so. Make sure to eat something before you go."
He smiled in response. "Okay, I will. I'll see you later, Zim. I've gotta go pick up something to eat on the way home, okay?"
The other glanced at the darkening sky. "Alright. But do you want me to walk you there? It's getting late."
Dib shook his head, glad that Zim cared. "That's okay, I'll hurry. Bye, see you tomorrow!" He headed out of the yard at a slight jog for Zim to wave at him and watch until the other was out of sight before closing the door.
*** Dib looked up at the red letters spelling out the name of his destination for a second before venturing inside Hot Topic. The store was small, but crammed full of stuff from top to bottom. Goths and punks narrowly missed each other as they slipped through the tiny aisles made up of black clothes and heavy silver jewelry.
"HIIIIIII!!!!!!!!" That voice was too familiar to be of comfort. Wincing, Dib looked down to see Gir in his dog suit.
"What're you doing here?!"
"I needed some lip gloss." The Sir said in a serious tone before grabbing onto Dib's leg in a death grip. "I love you, ankle!"
"Quit that!" Dib snapped, shaking the robot off and going to look through a rack of clothes. He found a pair of pants in his size and was looking for a shirt when.
"Ooooo, what's this?"
"Hey don't touch that!"
"Whyyyyy not?"
"Hey, stop it!"
A crash sounded from somewhere in the store and Gir bounded up to Dib, head titled up towards him. "I want tacos!"
"Will you go back to Zim's house if I get you some?" The boy sighed, wanting to get Gir home before he broke something and Dib would have to pay for it, as he was with him.
The robot titled his head and waited a moment before answering. "Ooookey- dokie! But we gotta go now! Now, before the froggies get them! C'mon!" He tugged impatiently on Dib's pant leg, attempting to drag the human off.
"Okay, okay, wait a second!" Dib hurried over to the cash register, quickly paid for the clothes and followed the hyperactive SIR unit to the food court. *~*~*~
Whoa, this chapter was short, sorry! I really didn't like it all that much, but it had to be made. Plus, I wanted to get a bit more Gir in here. God, I love Hot Topic. I actually went there today, and I got a Zim purse. I loves it much. ^^ That, and I got a bumper sticker that says "I Poke Badgers With Spoons". I have a Zim/ Dib picture done! Yeah! I'm so proud of it, and it's all colorful cuz I colored it with acrylics. I'm going to do everything I can to get it scanned and sent to Niko's page so that I can put it up on there. I'm also in the process of a picture for next chapter. ^^ Ohhhh, you'll love it. I do already!
Many congrats to Hitari, you're both my 100th and 101st reviewer! Yay for you, here you get a peanut. And the reason the kittens are disfigured is cuz they were dropped many times as wee kittens. And much love goes out to SwEeTiNsAnItY, thank you for finally updating! I was going through Cheryl- withdraw ('tis quite scary, I can assure you.) You're my 99th reviewer! I can't believe I've got a 100 now, I never would have thought I got this far. Oooo, I wonder what'll happen when actual physical contact starts happening? *gleeful look*
By: Kichara
Chapter 7: Answering Stupid Questions for Some Pizza A little note before I go into things: FANFICTION.NET IS EEEEVIL, I'VE HAD THIS CHAPTER DONE FOR A LOOOONG TIME! I've been wanting to sacrifice it on an alter to my mongoose to make my self feel better, but I couldn't get a hold of some gummi worms, a cow, and curdled milk that had been sitiing in direct monnlight for 69 days.
Hey, here I am again! Yay for me! Ooo, and I just found out something! My friend Mike has a scanner! Woohoo! Now I just need to figure out how to make a webpage. Anyway, this is good news for you all because it means I can finally get out my fanart. Problem now is: I don't really have too much. O.o Please don't hurt me, I've been busy, really! Have you any idea how hard it is just to get these chapters out as fast as I do? Besides that, all of my art skills have been going towards this art scholarship that's due at the end of the month. Whew!
*~*~*~ Zim raised an eyebrow at Dib, who seemed to be shimmering with some sort of light as they walked down the hallway. They'd just gotten their grades for their reports and proof of their accomplishment of the feat was in Zim's hand, a battered index card with his name on it. He chuckled lightly to himself, looking back at Dib's triumphant look. The boy was too starry-eyed to notice the school's doors and would have walked into them if Zim didn't grab his shirt, then opened one of them for him.
The human broke out of his victorious state of mind at the fierce tug on his shirt and came back to the world to see Zim, one hand wrapped in his shirt and the other holding open the door. "What's wrong?"
"You almost walked into the doors!" Zim exclaimed, letting Dib's shirt go and letting the door shut as the other walked through them.
"Really? I didn't notice." Dib said, looking back at the doors, confused.
The Irken laughed again, softly. "Maybe you would if your gigantic head wasn't in the clouds."
"Hey, it's not gigantic! I think I've grown into it pretty good." Dib said, hands pressing against the sides of his skull to check it.
"So you're admitting to having a big head before, then?" Zim smirked.
"Ohhhh, shut up!" He threw a mock punch at Zim, hitting him lightly in the arm.
The alien laughed again, in a very good mood from second-hand experiencing Dib's triumph, and the basic fact that he was with him. "So, what do you want to go do now?"
Dib shrugged, smiling. "I'm not sure. I do want to do something to celebrate us getting an 'A' on the report and getting your soul back, though."
The other tilted his head thoughtfully. "Like what, Dib-human?"
"Um, I really.have no idea." His apartment complex came into view, and Dib realized that Zim had been walking him home. "But I think we should do something."
"I believe we've already established that." Zim said with an amused smile as he tucked his index card into a pocket in his tight black jeans. "I'm really not too sure as to what you're talking about, so I'll let you figure it out." They walked up the sidewalk to Dib's home and Zim held open the door for him. "I'll see you later."
The young man smiled in return, giving a little wave. "Alright, bye. I'll think it over and tell you what I can come up with." Zim nodded, letting the door shut and then walking away.
Later that evening, Dib was in the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge, looking for some dinner. Actually, he'd LIKE to be rummaging, but there really weren't enough items in there to rummage through. Sighing as he pushed the door shut with his hip, he headed over to the food cabinets, looking through them for something to satisfy his hunger. "Man, I REALLY need to go to the store." He admonished, shutting the cupboards after finding nothing in them really worth dinner. He glanced at the clock, and deciding it was too late to go to the grocery store, reached for the phone and the thick phone book underneath it.
While he didn't order out all the time, it was a luxury he could afford every once in a while, Dib mused as he flipped through the pages. He actually had a lot of money, left to him by his mother, which was why he was able to have an apartment without keeping a job. And he was set for college, as he'd already been admitted to the near-by state college and, since he'd had good grades throughout his entire school life, he was all set with a scholarship that would pay his through school.
'It pays to be smart.' He thought with a smirk as he found the pizza section of the Yellow Pages. Turning on the phone, he called up one of the numbers, setting the heavy book back on the counter as he sat up next to it.
"Hello!"
"Um, hi." Dib raised an eyebrow as the person on the other line greeted them with a chipper tone. Pizza people usually weren't all THAT happy to be answering the phone.
"Hello, sir. Could you answer a couple of questions for us before we take care of business for you?"
"Okay, sure." He pushed himself further back onto the counter, leaning against the cabinets as he waited for the other to continue.
"Alright, first. What is two pieces of bread with meats, cheese and condiments between them?"
Dib's other eyebrow rose to join it's twin. "A sandwich?"
"Yes, that's right! Absolutely! Now, at what time of the day does the sun come up?"
"Morning?" Dib blinked, wondering what kind of pizza place this was exactly.
"Alright, and now, for the last question, can you tell us.What color are oranges?!"
"Uh, orange."
"Thanks so much for those answers! You're a winner!"
"Um, do you guys always make people answer stupid questions just to get some pizza?"
"Pizza? Is that why you called?"
"Uh, yeah."
The man on the other line laughed. "Well, you got something better than pizza, I have to say! You've just won two tickets to Untitled's concert, which is on Thursday at the arena!"
Dib blinked, the name sounding familiar. "Wow, really?"
"Yes, that's right sir. Now what's your name?"
"Dib, Dib Membrane."
"Well, glad to give you the tickets, Mister Membrane. You can come pick them up anytime at our office on 13th street."
"Really? Can I come pick them up now? Could you tell me where exactly you are?"
"Of course, our address is 777 13th street, by the Disfigured Kittens and Fritos Store. We'll see you in a little while, Dib, and thanks for calling 106.8, the only station for your hard-core listening needs!" The DJ hung up, leaving Dib to do the same.
Forgetting dinner, the young man went to go grab his boots and jacket.
*** The doorbell rang. Zim looked over from where he was standing in the kitchen, surveying the damage done by Gir after the robot had decided to have a tea party/ rave with his pig. The alien walked over to the door, opening it to find a triumphant Dib standing there, wide grin plastered on his face. Zim opened the door all the way, leaning against the frame. "What is it, Dib?" He asked, curious about the other's expression.
"I figured out what we can do to celebrate!"
Zim raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
Dib reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Guess what I got!"
The Irken smiled, deeply amused. "What?"
"Tickets to go see Untitled on Thursday!"
Zim straightened, eyes widening in response. "You must be joking!"
Dib grinned, pleased with Zim's reaction. "Nu-uh, see?" He handed the envelope to the Irken.
Zim opened the envelope, looking at the tickets inside. "How did you manage to obtain them?" He asked, carefully placing the pieces of glossy paper back inside and handing the envelope to Dib.
Dib chuckled. "Well, I was calling out for pizza, but accidentally called up a radio station instead and won them because I was the right caller for a contest they were having. I thought the name sounded familiar, and when I found out the station was rock music, I figured you knew who they were."
Zim nodded in agreement. "I do; In fact, I've been trying to get to go to one of their concerts for a long while."
"Well, now's your chance!"
The green-skinned youth leaned back against the doorframe, folding his arms. "You've never been to a rock concert before, have you Dib?"
"Um, no. Actually, I haven't been to any concerts before; This'll be my first. Why?"
Zim smirked. "You should buy something for it. Your clothes don't match the attire, especially for an Untitled concert. Go check out Hot Topic at the mall."
The human blinked, then shrugged. "Alright, I'll go tomorrow. The concert starts at 7, so when do you think we should leave?"
Zim raised his eyes, thinking. "We should probably get on the bus at about 5 or so. Make sure to eat something before you go."
He smiled in response. "Okay, I will. I'll see you later, Zim. I've gotta go pick up something to eat on the way home, okay?"
The other glanced at the darkening sky. "Alright. But do you want me to walk you there? It's getting late."
Dib shook his head, glad that Zim cared. "That's okay, I'll hurry. Bye, see you tomorrow!" He headed out of the yard at a slight jog for Zim to wave at him and watch until the other was out of sight before closing the door.
*** Dib looked up at the red letters spelling out the name of his destination for a second before venturing inside Hot Topic. The store was small, but crammed full of stuff from top to bottom. Goths and punks narrowly missed each other as they slipped through the tiny aisles made up of black clothes and heavy silver jewelry.
"HIIIIIII!!!!!!!!" That voice was too familiar to be of comfort. Wincing, Dib looked down to see Gir in his dog suit.
"What're you doing here?!"
"I needed some lip gloss." The Sir said in a serious tone before grabbing onto Dib's leg in a death grip. "I love you, ankle!"
"Quit that!" Dib snapped, shaking the robot off and going to look through a rack of clothes. He found a pair of pants in his size and was looking for a shirt when.
"Ooooo, what's this?"
"Hey don't touch that!"
"Whyyyyy not?"
"Hey, stop it!"
A crash sounded from somewhere in the store and Gir bounded up to Dib, head titled up towards him. "I want tacos!"
"Will you go back to Zim's house if I get you some?" The boy sighed, wanting to get Gir home before he broke something and Dib would have to pay for it, as he was with him.
The robot titled his head and waited a moment before answering. "Ooookey- dokie! But we gotta go now! Now, before the froggies get them! C'mon!" He tugged impatiently on Dib's pant leg, attempting to drag the human off.
"Okay, okay, wait a second!" Dib hurried over to the cash register, quickly paid for the clothes and followed the hyperactive SIR unit to the food court. *~*~*~
Whoa, this chapter was short, sorry! I really didn't like it all that much, but it had to be made. Plus, I wanted to get a bit more Gir in here. God, I love Hot Topic. I actually went there today, and I got a Zim purse. I loves it much. ^^ That, and I got a bumper sticker that says "I Poke Badgers With Spoons". I have a Zim/ Dib picture done! Yeah! I'm so proud of it, and it's all colorful cuz I colored it with acrylics. I'm going to do everything I can to get it scanned and sent to Niko's page so that I can put it up on there. I'm also in the process of a picture for next chapter. ^^ Ohhhh, you'll love it. I do already!
Many congrats to Hitari, you're both my 100th and 101st reviewer! Yay for you, here you get a peanut. And the reason the kittens are disfigured is cuz they were dropped many times as wee kittens. And much love goes out to SwEeTiNsAnItY, thank you for finally updating! I was going through Cheryl- withdraw ('tis quite scary, I can assure you.) You're my 99th reviewer! I can't believe I've got a 100 now, I never would have thought I got this far. Oooo, I wonder what'll happen when actual physical contact starts happening? *gleeful look*