Love is Weird But It Makes You Feel All Warm and Tingly Inside!!
By: Kichara
Chapter Ten: Jarred Remains Next to a Collection of D&D Trolls
Holy moth-eaten lunchboxes, Batman! I'm soooo sorry for the long wait, but I gotta a really good reason! I smashed the back of my head open and hadda get staples in. They're all gone now, and so are all those neat conversations I was the only one that could hear. Awww. But never fear, even head wounds can't keep me away from my babies for too long! ^^
Note: I am currently writing this at 3:38AM in the morning, putting together weeks of work so that I could FINALLY get this out! .
***
Dib stifled a yawn, hiding it partially with a hand, and blinked blearily at the evil classroom clock with the too-early time. He was interrupted from the action of rubbing the sleep from his eyes when an envelope was dropped onto his desk. The young man blinked in surprise, looking up at the retreating teacher, who was tossing identical envelopes onto the other desks.
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Dib picked up the envelope and slipped his thumb under the flap, tearing it open and pulling out the paper inside. He unfolded it and quickly read over the sheet, finding it to be an invitation to.
"Prom?" He whispered to himself, eyes widening.
***
Zim yawned lazily, slumping down lower in his chair as he watched his teacher get a stack of envelopes from her desk and begin passing them out. This was entirely too boring to be.humane, as humans would say. He would have quit school a long time ago, but he enjoyed the challenge. Not from the classes, of course, but from his fights with Dib. And then later school had been an excuse to be close to the human that he had an ever-growing infatuation for.
The ex-Invader smiled slightly at the thought, claw-like fingers thoughtfully running over the spikes of his necklace. The soft flop of an envelope dropping on his desk interrupted his daydream and Zim glared at the teacher first, then at the offending piece of paper on his desk. He continued to glare for a few minutes, just to show it who was boss, before finally grabbing it.
In one swift motion, he ripped off the top of the envelope and dumped the paper that was inside onto his desk. The Irken unfolded the paper and read it, then re-read it, his eyes narrowing in thought. //Prom?//
He seen enough about "Proms" on the mind-numbing shows that Gir watched to know that they were a large part of young human culture. //Humans.will Dib care?//
***
Dib walked slowly to his next class, oblivious to the noisy hallway around him as he did so, deep in thought. He'd never been to a dance before and prom was really important. He'd really like to go, but.
"Good morning, Dib." A voice next to the young man startled him and he turned in surprise to see his sister walking alongside him.
"Um, morning Gaz." He trailed off, noticing absently how they were given an easy walkway, as people scurried to get out of Gaz's way.
"How are things?" She asked, not paying much attention to the scattered students.
A smile wormed its way onto Dib's face. "Good, things are really good."
A purple eyebrow quirked slightly and the Goth girl had to fight to keep a smile off her face in response to her brother's infectious good mood. "Really good? Good enough for you and Zim to go to prom together?"
Dib blushed immediately, talking to the floor as he gave a response to Gaz's question. "I'm really not sure. I'd really like to go; I just don't know if Zim would be up to it." He looked up. "You know what." The words trailed off, for the person they were for had disappeared.
The paranormalist stopped, looking in all directions. "Gaz?"
***
Zim was on his way to his next class, head bobbing slightly in sync to his headphones, which were blasting Static-X. A tap on his shoulder made him jump slightly and he looked around to find Dib's frightening sister walking alongside him. He reached up to pull down the headphones, letting them rest just above his shoulders.
"Yes?" The Irken asked, somewhat cautiously.
"Prom is coming up." Gaz said, turning her head to look him straight in the eye. "What about my brother?"
Zim merely blinked in response at first, recognizing her voice to have a knowing tone within it. //How the hell did she know?!// "What's it to you?" He countered.
She stopped, causing the people walking through the hall to form a wide circle around the two as they skirted about them. The young woman fixed the Irken with a death glare, causing a shudder to run down his spine. "He's my brother and he wants you to go with him. And you WILL go with him, or I'll have you put into multiple jars next to a collection of Dungeons and Dragons Mountain Trolls." She turned her back to him, a slight fog around her feet as she started walking away and she parted with the words, "When you two are ready, I'll take you to the mall to shop for it." And then she was gone, leaving the young Irken to stand slack-jawed, in the middle of the hallway.
***
"A movie at your house?" Dib repeated as the two walked home later that day.
Zim nodded in response. "I thought it would be nice."
"It does sound nice." The human agreed, thoughtfully. "Any other reason why?"
"Actually, yes. I want to talk to you in private." He answered, tone serious.
"What about Gir?"
"I'll think of something." The Irken smiled, reaching up to brush his claws against the other's cheek. "I'll see you at about 7, alright?"
Dib smiled in return, nodding slightly. "See you then."
They went their separate ways, Dib just inside the doors of his apartment complex, (as Zim always walked him to and from school each day) and Zim heading in the direction of his house.
The young man dumped his bookbag on the kitchen table, rummaging through it for his Math book. As he pulled out the thick book, a paper fell out of it and floated to the floor. He picked it up, discovering it to be his prom invitation. Dib settled into one of the chairs, ready to fully go over all the questions that had been prattling through his head ever since that morning, thoughtfully tapping the bit recycled tree against the table top.
//Would Zim want to go? Will he think it's stupid? Our relationship is far enough for us to go, isn't it?// He reflected over this, thinking of the recent events involving the two of them. A little grin as well as a light blush appeared on his face in response. They were far enough in it all, he was sure; Dib was just unsure as to whether or not Zim would want to go.
Dib had never had the opportunity to go to ANY school dance; his unpopularity and lack of a date just made it painful. But now.
"I'll ask him about it tonight." He resolved aloud, reaching for his math book so he could finish his homework before then.
***
Zim opened the door in response to the doorbell to find a somewhat nervous looking Dib. The Irken smiled, finding the sight to be quite adorable. "Hi." He said simply, opening the door fully so that the other could come in.
Dib did so, looking around cautiously. "Where's Gir?"
"I gave him ten dollars and told him to go downtown. It's Friday; the inevitability that he'll go to a club is reliable."
The young man laughed slightly, nodding in agreement. Zim laughed with him, a gentle thunder of emotion, until his eyes met Dib's and he stopped, breath catching.
Dib stopped, lips slightly parted. A long pause passed before he broke it. "Can you take off your contacts?" He asked softly.
The Irken blinked in surprise to the request then silently complied, placing the contacts on the living room table. He turned back to Dib, whose eyes were shining brightly in the soft light.
//God, he's gorgeous. I just want to.// Without even thinking about it, the boy began leaning towards the other, lips slightly parted.
Zim noticed, eyes widening and he began moving towards Dib.Then stopped. //No no, must ask Dib to prom. Don't want to be jarred.//
Meanwhile, Dib hadn't even noticed Zim pulling back, as he had been going through the same action. //No, I've got to ask Zim to prom. None of THAT. as tempting as it may be.// "So, um, what about that movie?" He asked, trying to figure out the best way to approach the asking situation.
"Yes, of course, the movie." Zim's thoughts were similar as he quickly moved to comply, glad for something to do.
Dib sat on the couch and took off his shoes as the other pressed play on the VCR, then settled in next to him. For a long, awkward moment, the two sat in silence, avoiding each other's eyes as they tried to figure out how to handle the current situation. Then Dib grabbed Zim's hand and held it tightly, daring to look into the Irken's eyes. The area underneath the rose- colored pupils had turned an equally rosy tint and the alien smiled softly, intrigued and encouraged by Dib's daring. They were silent until the movie began, and then the paranormalist jumped a bit. "Hey, I LOVE this movie! I must've seen it about 30 times!"
"Really? What's it about?" Zim asked, head tilting to the side in curiosity as he studied the title that had popped up on the screen, 'Killer Clowns From Outer Space.'
Dib giggled in response, a grin plastered on his face at the thought of Zim being clueless as to what the contents of the movie were. "You'll see."
The young Irken was quiet, listening to Dib, then turned his attention back to the screen.
And all was going fine and dandy, peaceful and calm until a clown popped up on the screen.
"Holy shit!" Zim shrieked, instinctively jumping several inches in the air and grabbing a hold of the closest thing available, which happened to be Dib at that moment.
The young man laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his ex-enemy and affectionately watching Zim cling to him and eye the screen fearfully. "It's a horror movie, Zim." He explained, a smile perking at his lips.
"Well I didn't know!" The Irken protested in indignation, almost pushing himself away. He realized what he was doing and in what position he'd wormed his way into in the nick of time and relaxed in Dib's reassuring arms, his own still around the lithe body. A long time passed in silence as the two cuddled, the only sounds coming from Zim's occasional squeak of fear, where he would meld himself closer to his cuddling partner.
Dib's mind began to drift, as he'd seen the movie enough times to not need to really watch it, coming back to memories of fighting against Zim at the thought of aliens. It had to have been some of the best times of his short life, although he certainly appreciated their present relationship much better.
Zim noticed the smile on his companion's face and he gently tapped Dib's mouth. "What is it?"
Dib took the fingers from his lips and held the Irken's hand, giving it a squeeze as he responded. "I was just thinking about us. We've gone through so much; Enemies to rivals to friends to.now."
The Irken paused in reflective silence before contributing further to the conversation. "You know, when I found out that I wasn't really an Invader, I had no more reason to fight you. And after that, I had so much trouble focusing. I began going to concerts, the only place I found some sort of belonging, out amid the screaming and strangers."
The young man ran his thumb over Zim's palm, noticing that he's taken off his gloves, and enjoying the soft feel of the smooth flesh. "When you stopped going against me, it was almost as if a part of me was missing. You were, after all, the thing that kept me going all those years."
The green-skinned youth smiled, running his free hand through Dib's hair. "What was really torture was when I got to the point where I couldn't stop thinking about you. It kept me up at night, wandering the streets and staring up at the stars in hopes that they'd give me an answer as to why I cared so much about someone I was supposed to despise with all of my being. It got so strong that I had to make an effort to glare at you, to yell, to insult. It had to be the hardest struggle I've ever gone through."
Dib's mouth had dropped slightly in shock somewhere in where he's been listening to Zim speak, his lips parted as he stared at the other, who took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss. "Zim." He was silent for a long moment, not moving, then he tightened his hold on the Irken immensely, burying his head against Zim's shoulder. "Thank you so much." He whispered.
"You don't have to thank me." Zim smiled fondly, hugging Dib in return. "I do have a request, though."
"Hm?" Dib pulled back slightly to stare into the other's eyes. "What is it?"
The ex-Invader chewed thoughtfully on his lip. "This.prom event.Will you go with me?" The human's eyes widened and he was completely still. Zim frowned, wondering if Gaz had been mistaken about her brother's wishes. "Of course if you don't want to, we."
"Of course I do!" Dib threw his arms around his old enemy. "I was a bit shocked, that's all. I'd been planning on asking YOU."
The Irken chuckled, running his hand through the other's inky black hair again. His eyes drifted back to the TV screen and he automatically stiffened. Dib noticed and studied the other in concern. "What's wrong?"
Zim let out a little 'meep' and merely hugged Dib tighter. The human noticed the other's line of vision and found it to be full of spooky evil clown goodness. "Oh cool! This part's awesome!" he exclaimed, watching a clown suck up a human's guts through a long, curly straw. The Irken merely made another squeaky noise and curled his legs up against his body.
Dib turned, studying the Irken again, who's green skin had turned several shades lighter. Titling his head to the side, he asked, "Hey, do you have any other movies?"
Zim blinked, "Yes, Gir does. Why?"
"Oh, I thought a change would be nice. I've seen this movie way too many times. It'll be nice to see something else."
"Are you sure? I thought you liked this movie."
"Yeah, but it's a bit old to me." Dib smiled and detached Zim from his body, getting up and stopping the video. He watched as the other took in a relieved breath as he asked, "Where are Gir's movies?"
The young Irken took in another breath before answering. "In the cabinet underneath the TV."
"Okay, let's see." Dib murmured, shuffling through the vast collection. 'Rambo? Nah, too gory.The Grinch? It's not even Christmas! Hocus Pocus; No, too weird.' He moved around more movies, coming across. 'Bend Over and Say 'Ah'?' He pulled it out in curiosity, glancing over it for a mili-second before quickly shoving it back into the cabinet. He went back to looking, his cheeks now a fiery red, a bit more cautious now. 'The Sound of Music? No, too.musical. Ick. Highlander, too much gore again.'
Finally, ten minutes later the boys were settling aback onto the couch, watching the opening credits for an American Tail.
Zim sighed once again in relief and contentment, wrapping one arm around Dib's shoulders. The boy smiled, nestling his head against Zim's firm chest, arm snaking around his waist. Quiet contentment surrounded the two as they watched the movie. And it was sometime after "Somewhere Out There" that the Irken realized that the head propped against his chest was unnaturally heavy.
"Dib?" he asked softly.
His answer came in the form of heavy, sleep-laden breathing.
Smiling, Zim gently tilted Dib so that he wouldn't fall over, easing his strong arms underneath the lithe body and standing up, cradling the boy close to him. He walked softly, not wanting to startle the sleeping human, who merely murmured contently as Zim tapped the living room table with his leg. The space of floor he was standing on slid down, traveling down to his room.
Once there he gently laid the young man down on his bed, taking off his glasses and placing them on the nightstand, then crawling in next to him. "Zim." Dib mumbled sleepily, eyes never opening as one arm lifted and draped itself across Zim's torso.
The alien smiled in both surprise and contentment, pulling the covers up and then wrapping an arm around Dib, snuggling against the warm body that fit against his own as if they were made for each other. * * * Jeeeeez, it's finally done!!! My God, this has been entirely too stressful to get this damned chapter out! Argh!! (Look, I'm a pirate!) Whelp, hope this was worth the wait! I've already started on Chapter 11, that SHOULD be out A LOT faster than this one. ^^()
Okay, a request for anyone who wants to be considered a demi-God in my book. I don't know if you've all seen them yet, but I do have a couple of my Zim and Dib pics up on Niko's page (as previously stated), and everyone has prolly noticed their VERY low quality. If anyone will just go and clean them up for me, I will be eternally grateful and will do something for you, prolly draw a pic of your choice. (Like if you want me to draw one for a fanfic, or maybe just a pic of you), and if anyone's ambitious enough to actually color them, I'll.oh, we'll figure out something. Any questions, please e-mail me at kicharachan@hotmail.com Peace out, dawgs!
By: Kichara
Chapter Ten: Jarred Remains Next to a Collection of D&D Trolls
Holy moth-eaten lunchboxes, Batman! I'm soooo sorry for the long wait, but I gotta a really good reason! I smashed the back of my head open and hadda get staples in. They're all gone now, and so are all those neat conversations I was the only one that could hear. Awww. But never fear, even head wounds can't keep me away from my babies for too long! ^^
Note: I am currently writing this at 3:38AM in the morning, putting together weeks of work so that I could FINALLY get this out! .
***
Dib stifled a yawn, hiding it partially with a hand, and blinked blearily at the evil classroom clock with the too-early time. He was interrupted from the action of rubbing the sleep from his eyes when an envelope was dropped onto his desk. The young man blinked in surprise, looking up at the retreating teacher, who was tossing identical envelopes onto the other desks.
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Dib picked up the envelope and slipped his thumb under the flap, tearing it open and pulling out the paper inside. He unfolded it and quickly read over the sheet, finding it to be an invitation to.
"Prom?" He whispered to himself, eyes widening.
***
Zim yawned lazily, slumping down lower in his chair as he watched his teacher get a stack of envelopes from her desk and begin passing them out. This was entirely too boring to be.humane, as humans would say. He would have quit school a long time ago, but he enjoyed the challenge. Not from the classes, of course, but from his fights with Dib. And then later school had been an excuse to be close to the human that he had an ever-growing infatuation for.
The ex-Invader smiled slightly at the thought, claw-like fingers thoughtfully running over the spikes of his necklace. The soft flop of an envelope dropping on his desk interrupted his daydream and Zim glared at the teacher first, then at the offending piece of paper on his desk. He continued to glare for a few minutes, just to show it who was boss, before finally grabbing it.
In one swift motion, he ripped off the top of the envelope and dumped the paper that was inside onto his desk. The Irken unfolded the paper and read it, then re-read it, his eyes narrowing in thought. //Prom?//
He seen enough about "Proms" on the mind-numbing shows that Gir watched to know that they were a large part of young human culture. //Humans.will Dib care?//
***
Dib walked slowly to his next class, oblivious to the noisy hallway around him as he did so, deep in thought. He'd never been to a dance before and prom was really important. He'd really like to go, but.
"Good morning, Dib." A voice next to the young man startled him and he turned in surprise to see his sister walking alongside him.
"Um, morning Gaz." He trailed off, noticing absently how they were given an easy walkway, as people scurried to get out of Gaz's way.
"How are things?" She asked, not paying much attention to the scattered students.
A smile wormed its way onto Dib's face. "Good, things are really good."
A purple eyebrow quirked slightly and the Goth girl had to fight to keep a smile off her face in response to her brother's infectious good mood. "Really good? Good enough for you and Zim to go to prom together?"
Dib blushed immediately, talking to the floor as he gave a response to Gaz's question. "I'm really not sure. I'd really like to go; I just don't know if Zim would be up to it." He looked up. "You know what." The words trailed off, for the person they were for had disappeared.
The paranormalist stopped, looking in all directions. "Gaz?"
***
Zim was on his way to his next class, head bobbing slightly in sync to his headphones, which were blasting Static-X. A tap on his shoulder made him jump slightly and he looked around to find Dib's frightening sister walking alongside him. He reached up to pull down the headphones, letting them rest just above his shoulders.
"Yes?" The Irken asked, somewhat cautiously.
"Prom is coming up." Gaz said, turning her head to look him straight in the eye. "What about my brother?"
Zim merely blinked in response at first, recognizing her voice to have a knowing tone within it. //How the hell did she know?!// "What's it to you?" He countered.
She stopped, causing the people walking through the hall to form a wide circle around the two as they skirted about them. The young woman fixed the Irken with a death glare, causing a shudder to run down his spine. "He's my brother and he wants you to go with him. And you WILL go with him, or I'll have you put into multiple jars next to a collection of Dungeons and Dragons Mountain Trolls." She turned her back to him, a slight fog around her feet as she started walking away and she parted with the words, "When you two are ready, I'll take you to the mall to shop for it." And then she was gone, leaving the young Irken to stand slack-jawed, in the middle of the hallway.
***
"A movie at your house?" Dib repeated as the two walked home later that day.
Zim nodded in response. "I thought it would be nice."
"It does sound nice." The human agreed, thoughtfully. "Any other reason why?"
"Actually, yes. I want to talk to you in private." He answered, tone serious.
"What about Gir?"
"I'll think of something." The Irken smiled, reaching up to brush his claws against the other's cheek. "I'll see you at about 7, alright?"
Dib smiled in return, nodding slightly. "See you then."
They went their separate ways, Dib just inside the doors of his apartment complex, (as Zim always walked him to and from school each day) and Zim heading in the direction of his house.
The young man dumped his bookbag on the kitchen table, rummaging through it for his Math book. As he pulled out the thick book, a paper fell out of it and floated to the floor. He picked it up, discovering it to be his prom invitation. Dib settled into one of the chairs, ready to fully go over all the questions that had been prattling through his head ever since that morning, thoughtfully tapping the bit recycled tree against the table top.
//Would Zim want to go? Will he think it's stupid? Our relationship is far enough for us to go, isn't it?// He reflected over this, thinking of the recent events involving the two of them. A little grin as well as a light blush appeared on his face in response. They were far enough in it all, he was sure; Dib was just unsure as to whether or not Zim would want to go.
Dib had never had the opportunity to go to ANY school dance; his unpopularity and lack of a date just made it painful. But now.
"I'll ask him about it tonight." He resolved aloud, reaching for his math book so he could finish his homework before then.
***
Zim opened the door in response to the doorbell to find a somewhat nervous looking Dib. The Irken smiled, finding the sight to be quite adorable. "Hi." He said simply, opening the door fully so that the other could come in.
Dib did so, looking around cautiously. "Where's Gir?"
"I gave him ten dollars and told him to go downtown. It's Friday; the inevitability that he'll go to a club is reliable."
The young man laughed slightly, nodding in agreement. Zim laughed with him, a gentle thunder of emotion, until his eyes met Dib's and he stopped, breath catching.
Dib stopped, lips slightly parted. A long pause passed before he broke it. "Can you take off your contacts?" He asked softly.
The Irken blinked in surprise to the request then silently complied, placing the contacts on the living room table. He turned back to Dib, whose eyes were shining brightly in the soft light.
//God, he's gorgeous. I just want to.// Without even thinking about it, the boy began leaning towards the other, lips slightly parted.
Zim noticed, eyes widening and he began moving towards Dib.Then stopped. //No no, must ask Dib to prom. Don't want to be jarred.//
Meanwhile, Dib hadn't even noticed Zim pulling back, as he had been going through the same action. //No, I've got to ask Zim to prom. None of THAT. as tempting as it may be.// "So, um, what about that movie?" He asked, trying to figure out the best way to approach the asking situation.
"Yes, of course, the movie." Zim's thoughts were similar as he quickly moved to comply, glad for something to do.
Dib sat on the couch and took off his shoes as the other pressed play on the VCR, then settled in next to him. For a long, awkward moment, the two sat in silence, avoiding each other's eyes as they tried to figure out how to handle the current situation. Then Dib grabbed Zim's hand and held it tightly, daring to look into the Irken's eyes. The area underneath the rose- colored pupils had turned an equally rosy tint and the alien smiled softly, intrigued and encouraged by Dib's daring. They were silent until the movie began, and then the paranormalist jumped a bit. "Hey, I LOVE this movie! I must've seen it about 30 times!"
"Really? What's it about?" Zim asked, head tilting to the side in curiosity as he studied the title that had popped up on the screen, 'Killer Clowns From Outer Space.'
Dib giggled in response, a grin plastered on his face at the thought of Zim being clueless as to what the contents of the movie were. "You'll see."
The young Irken was quiet, listening to Dib, then turned his attention back to the screen.
And all was going fine and dandy, peaceful and calm until a clown popped up on the screen.
"Holy shit!" Zim shrieked, instinctively jumping several inches in the air and grabbing a hold of the closest thing available, which happened to be Dib at that moment.
The young man laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his ex-enemy and affectionately watching Zim cling to him and eye the screen fearfully. "It's a horror movie, Zim." He explained, a smile perking at his lips.
"Well I didn't know!" The Irken protested in indignation, almost pushing himself away. He realized what he was doing and in what position he'd wormed his way into in the nick of time and relaxed in Dib's reassuring arms, his own still around the lithe body. A long time passed in silence as the two cuddled, the only sounds coming from Zim's occasional squeak of fear, where he would meld himself closer to his cuddling partner.
Dib's mind began to drift, as he'd seen the movie enough times to not need to really watch it, coming back to memories of fighting against Zim at the thought of aliens. It had to have been some of the best times of his short life, although he certainly appreciated their present relationship much better.
Zim noticed the smile on his companion's face and he gently tapped Dib's mouth. "What is it?"
Dib took the fingers from his lips and held the Irken's hand, giving it a squeeze as he responded. "I was just thinking about us. We've gone through so much; Enemies to rivals to friends to.now."
The Irken paused in reflective silence before contributing further to the conversation. "You know, when I found out that I wasn't really an Invader, I had no more reason to fight you. And after that, I had so much trouble focusing. I began going to concerts, the only place I found some sort of belonging, out amid the screaming and strangers."
The young man ran his thumb over Zim's palm, noticing that he's taken off his gloves, and enjoying the soft feel of the smooth flesh. "When you stopped going against me, it was almost as if a part of me was missing. You were, after all, the thing that kept me going all those years."
The green-skinned youth smiled, running his free hand through Dib's hair. "What was really torture was when I got to the point where I couldn't stop thinking about you. It kept me up at night, wandering the streets and staring up at the stars in hopes that they'd give me an answer as to why I cared so much about someone I was supposed to despise with all of my being. It got so strong that I had to make an effort to glare at you, to yell, to insult. It had to be the hardest struggle I've ever gone through."
Dib's mouth had dropped slightly in shock somewhere in where he's been listening to Zim speak, his lips parted as he stared at the other, who took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss. "Zim." He was silent for a long moment, not moving, then he tightened his hold on the Irken immensely, burying his head against Zim's shoulder. "Thank you so much." He whispered.
"You don't have to thank me." Zim smiled fondly, hugging Dib in return. "I do have a request, though."
"Hm?" Dib pulled back slightly to stare into the other's eyes. "What is it?"
The ex-Invader chewed thoughtfully on his lip. "This.prom event.Will you go with me?" The human's eyes widened and he was completely still. Zim frowned, wondering if Gaz had been mistaken about her brother's wishes. "Of course if you don't want to, we."
"Of course I do!" Dib threw his arms around his old enemy. "I was a bit shocked, that's all. I'd been planning on asking YOU."
The Irken chuckled, running his hand through the other's inky black hair again. His eyes drifted back to the TV screen and he automatically stiffened. Dib noticed and studied the other in concern. "What's wrong?"
Zim let out a little 'meep' and merely hugged Dib tighter. The human noticed the other's line of vision and found it to be full of spooky evil clown goodness. "Oh cool! This part's awesome!" he exclaimed, watching a clown suck up a human's guts through a long, curly straw. The Irken merely made another squeaky noise and curled his legs up against his body.
Dib turned, studying the Irken again, who's green skin had turned several shades lighter. Titling his head to the side, he asked, "Hey, do you have any other movies?"
Zim blinked, "Yes, Gir does. Why?"
"Oh, I thought a change would be nice. I've seen this movie way too many times. It'll be nice to see something else."
"Are you sure? I thought you liked this movie."
"Yeah, but it's a bit old to me." Dib smiled and detached Zim from his body, getting up and stopping the video. He watched as the other took in a relieved breath as he asked, "Where are Gir's movies?"
The young Irken took in another breath before answering. "In the cabinet underneath the TV."
"Okay, let's see." Dib murmured, shuffling through the vast collection. 'Rambo? Nah, too gory.The Grinch? It's not even Christmas! Hocus Pocus; No, too weird.' He moved around more movies, coming across. 'Bend Over and Say 'Ah'?' He pulled it out in curiosity, glancing over it for a mili-second before quickly shoving it back into the cabinet. He went back to looking, his cheeks now a fiery red, a bit more cautious now. 'The Sound of Music? No, too.musical. Ick. Highlander, too much gore again.'
Finally, ten minutes later the boys were settling aback onto the couch, watching the opening credits for an American Tail.
Zim sighed once again in relief and contentment, wrapping one arm around Dib's shoulders. The boy smiled, nestling his head against Zim's firm chest, arm snaking around his waist. Quiet contentment surrounded the two as they watched the movie. And it was sometime after "Somewhere Out There" that the Irken realized that the head propped against his chest was unnaturally heavy.
"Dib?" he asked softly.
His answer came in the form of heavy, sleep-laden breathing.
Smiling, Zim gently tilted Dib so that he wouldn't fall over, easing his strong arms underneath the lithe body and standing up, cradling the boy close to him. He walked softly, not wanting to startle the sleeping human, who merely murmured contently as Zim tapped the living room table with his leg. The space of floor he was standing on slid down, traveling down to his room.
Once there he gently laid the young man down on his bed, taking off his glasses and placing them on the nightstand, then crawling in next to him. "Zim." Dib mumbled sleepily, eyes never opening as one arm lifted and draped itself across Zim's torso.
The alien smiled in both surprise and contentment, pulling the covers up and then wrapping an arm around Dib, snuggling against the warm body that fit against his own as if they were made for each other. * * * Jeeeeez, it's finally done!!! My God, this has been entirely too stressful to get this damned chapter out! Argh!! (Look, I'm a pirate!) Whelp, hope this was worth the wait! I've already started on Chapter 11, that SHOULD be out A LOT faster than this one. ^^()
Okay, a request for anyone who wants to be considered a demi-God in my book. I don't know if you've all seen them yet, but I do have a couple of my Zim and Dib pics up on Niko's page (as previously stated), and everyone has prolly noticed their VERY low quality. If anyone will just go and clean them up for me, I will be eternally grateful and will do something for you, prolly draw a pic of your choice. (Like if you want me to draw one for a fanfic, or maybe just a pic of you), and if anyone's ambitious enough to actually color them, I'll.oh, we'll figure out something. Any questions, please e-mail me at kicharachan@hotmail.com Peace out, dawgs!