The Space Between

A short, simple fluffy-ZIM and Dib romance I wrote at 2 am inspired by "The Space Between" by Dave Matthews Band. ( Gotta love DMB. )
The song in the fiction is, but of course, "The Space Between". Enjoy, peoples. Also, I know, the lyrics aren't in order. I'm so lazy.

Oh, and ZIM/Dib/GIR/etc. belong to Jhonen C. Vasquez, lyrics to Dave Matthews Band, and uhnn.. this fiction is mine.


" Will I hold you again
These fickle fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today
We waste the hours with talking talking
These twisted games we're playing
We're strange allies with warring hearts
What a wild eyed beast you be... "


            Magenta eyes, with a twinge of red. Two lighter circles, a pale pink. Wondering if they could be considered glares, shines, pupils, or something else entirely. One did not know. They were so entracing, so beautifully layed out, as if nature had intended them to be perfect ; dazzling ; and mysterious. Hmm. Who knows.
            "What are you doing, Dib?!" ZIM yelled from across the classroom.
            "Why do you STARE at me like this?! THIS DOES NOT PLEASE THE ZIM!" ZIM screamed and promptly jumped up and stood on his desk.
            Dib's daydream turned to the reality scene it was ; ZIM standing on a desk. His pitiful disguise on, the black Elvis hair, the stupid contacts. And there he was. Standing on a desk ; pointing. How typical of ZIM.
            "Did I ever say I wished to please the ZIM?! And why do you talk like that? "The ZIM"? " Dib rolled his eyes.
            "YES, I AM THE ZIM. THE ZIM. Obey the ZIM!" ZIM screeched, pointing at Dib. The kids were beginning to look at ZIM funny.
            "Er, um... Yes! ...I am.. ZIM.. yes.. " ZIM coughed and sat back down.
            It had been a year now. A year or ZIM and his stupid plans. A year of failures. A year of an attempt to expose ZIM. A year of ZIM ranting. A year of HIM, Dib, himself, ranting. A year of no progress. At all. Except maybe spoiling some of ZIM's plans, which were stupid anyways. Some weren't that bad. Although weird, the waterballoon creation was pretty well-crafted. More crafted then his stupid waterballoon machine. If given the chance now he would've pulverized ZIM. If he even wanted to pulverize ZIM anymore. Did he even want to kill him? He started to realize ZIM didn't seem a threat ; as oddly as that seems. He would think that an alien race would've conquered the Earth by NOW, he would think he'd be a fugitive BY NOW, but no, here he was.. sitting.. in this classroom.
            ( A/N: At this point, if it sounds insane, excuse me. I've been up almost 24 hours. )
            The alien was quite eccentric ; egomania ran through ZIM's veins like there was no end to all the madness. But in a way, ZIM was cute in his own, little odd way. And let's put the emphasis on the last three words. ZIM was more than cute ; he was gorgeous. Dib never really had the time to think about it before ; but with studying his enemy and all ; hey you got to admire their features a bit?
            One has to wonder if ZIM ever did the same to him, Dib. Admired his features. Viewed him over. Looked at him at more than just that. But that, that was insane. ZIM? Yeh.
            Nothing wrong with him liking the little alien in that way ; he was a human. Humans developed crushes ; humans had hormones ; humans had emotions. But ZIM? The most emotion that ever ran through his body was hate. But maybe ZIM didn't always hate. He didn't hate his "Tallest" ; that's for sure. Or his own race. Or himself. But heck, he hated everything else.
            The school bell rang. Freedom. It was so much freedom from all of this. Despite the fact in class no one ever really noticed what you did anyways ( once ZIM ran around with meat on him screaming and knocking over bookshelves -- that was quite funny -- but no one noticed.. ) so it wasn't that bad. It was just SO ANNOYING to constantly hear the teacher babble about... doom. And how everything was doomed. And how no matter how anything started, it was going to be doomed in the end. What a happy world this be.
            Dib grabbed his bookbags, and started walking out the door. Of course, he was confronted by.. who else! ZIM!
            "Dib-human-stink-monkey-thing-that-is-doomed." ZIM said. Dib turned around.
            "Mind just calling me Dib?" asked Dib.
            "No." snapped back ZIM.
            "..yeh..what do you want? " said Dib.
            "It's..getting late and all and I wanna get home..and you know I don't wann-" Dib was cut off by ZIM.
            "Why have you not been confronting me lately, spying on me, and whatnot?! And why are you always staring at me?" ZIM said, waving his fist in the air.
            "I demand answers, answers!" he said, waving his fist more and putting his ZIM-ish accent on "Answers".
            "I will give you answers.." said Dib, plan forming in mind.
            "If you lead me to your house and show me you without your disguise." Dib said.
            "What?! Why would the almighty ZIM do this? So you can snap some shots of me?" said ZIM.
            "No, You can check me over." Dib said.
            "...What the heck? Why else would you want to see me out of disguise, Dib?" ZIM said, eyeing his rival.
            "Because.. I, just... " Dib was interuppted by the evil teacher.
            "CHILDREN! The school is over, GO!" the teacher screamed. Dib and ZIM walked out the door of the classroom, following outside. Dib looked at ZIM.
            "...I promise. ...Walk me there?" Dib said.
            "Sure but... I have nothing to worry about Dib-human, but do you have an umbrella?" ZIM asked.
            "No..why?" Dib said, wondering why ZIM would ever be concerned.
            "It's raining." said ZIM.
            Dib turned around, and it indeed, was raining. Storming. Very hard.
            "..Guess I didn't notice. " Dib smiled.


"  The space between,
where you smile and hide.
Is where you'll find me if I get to go.
The space between,
the bullets in our fire fight,
is where I'll be hiding waiting for you.
The rain that falls splashed in your heart,
ran like sadness down the windows into your room. "


            Dib walked along with ZIM. In the rain. All he had was a cheap raincoat, but he didn't mind. ZIM and him did not say a word when walking towards ZIM's humble ...base.
            When they got there, ZIM slowly opened the door, letting Dib inside. Luckily, GIR was nowhere to be seen.
            "I have to check you, Dib-human." ZIM said, taking out a laser-looking device from his backpod. It scanned Dib over.
            "..Hmm. You are clean. This is truely amazing! Amazing!" ZIM said.
            Dib blinked and sat down his backpack.
            "..Want to..er.. sit down?" said ZIM, motioning to the couch.
            "Thank you." Dib said in reply, walking over to the couch and sitting down, ZIM following.
            "Now, tell me answers Dib! You haven't confronted me at all in the past several days!" ZIM pratically yelled.
            ".... I told you I want your disguise off first and wait-a-minute? Past several days?! My god ZIM! What's the big deal, do you need a challenge everyday of your life?! I thought you would be happy!" Dib smirked.
            "Well it makes me suspicious, worm! SUSPICIOUS." ZIM said.
            Dib sighed.
            "I've just been thinking of things." Dib said.
            "Have you been angsty? Do you need a psychiatrist? ARE YOU MENTAL, LITTLE BOY, MENTAL??!" ZIM laughed.
            "Then they can throw you in the LOONEY BIN! AHAH! And you will never grace your present here again."
            "...I haven't been angsty. " Dib said, and he realized it was impossible to have a conversation with ZIM, so he got up to leave.
            "Wait." ZIM said.
            "What?" Dib turned around.
            "Don't leave. Come sit back down." Dib was surprised at this, and he walked over to the couch again and sat down.
            "Sorry." said ZIM. That was even more of a shock.
            "Did you just say sorry?" Dib said.
            "YES I DID make nothing of it, silly human!" ZIM said, a "know-it-all" expression on his face.
            "I've been thinking about you, ZIM." Dib said.
            "Well of course you should be thinking about me! BECAUSE I AM THE AMAZING ZIM. Everyone should praise me, love me, think about ME!! Think about me when I conquer this stupid planet and you all BOW DOWN TO ZIM." ZIM said, lost in his own pride.
            "...ZIM, you've been here a year and you haven't done crap." Dib said deadpan.
            "That was only a decoy! Foul human stink!" ZIM said.
            "Whatever, ZIM. Now I said I wanted to see you without your disguise. " Dib said.
            "Fine, Dib human.. but you do anything, I will hunt you down!" ZIM said.
            "I won't." Dib rolled his eyes.
            ZIM slowly began to take off his wig. Revealing the attenae. Those beautiful attenae, so delicate, thin, so ..twitchy. Before Dib knew what he was doing, he was stroking them.
            ZIM blinked in confusion.
            "..Why.. are you touching my attenae?!" ZIM screamed. Dib snapped back to reality, taking his hand off them.
            "Sorry. Your attenae sensitive or something?" Dib said.
            "..No." ZIM said. He was a bit shocked from what Dib just did. ZIM was lost in confusion, but he continued on, taking off his contacts. Dib loved him without his disguise. He was so beautiful. And the green skin. The strangeness of it all was just -- weird. Sometimes he found it really weird for liking an alien, other times he did not. Dib lost all train of thought.
            "You are beautiful." Dib mumbled.
            ZIM snapped at this, jumping back into the furthest end of the couch.
            "What.. WHAT did you just say?! Dib! What is going on? With this? With you?!" ZIM screeched. Dib didn't reply. Instead he was crawling closer, closer. ZIM was pratically laying down on the couch now, facing Dib, inching towards him.
            "Dib?! Answer me! Why did you bring me here? Dib?! Dib?! What are you doing?" ZIM said, until Dib was nearly laying ontop of him, his face inches from Dib's.
            "Dib! Tell me! Dib! Stop! What's going on?" ZIM shrieked.
            "I like you." Dib said, and with that, he kissed ZIM. It was light, simple, and short. Dib pulled away, and stared at ZIM. ZIM had his mouth agape, wide in shock.
            "Well.. I guess I'll be leaving now. " Dib got up and picked up his backpack at the door.
            "...Yeh.. I'm just.. walking out this door now.." Dib said, opening the door.
            "And here I go.. out the door.. " he was outside, and began to closing it. ZIM was motionless.
            "Yep.. I'm going now.. Bye ZIM." he said before closing the door and running off to his house as fast as he could.
            ZIM finally blinked.
            "....What the." ZIM said. As simple as that.


" You cannot quit me so quickly,
Is no hope in you for me.
No corner you could squeeze me.
But I've got all the time for you love. "


            "Well I bet he hated that." Dib mumbled, walking home.
            "I'm such an idiot. That was really dumb. Look how dumb I am, I sit here and talk to myself!" Dib said.
            "Dib." a voice said from behind him.
            He turned around. It was ZIM? How did he get here this fast?
            "After that stunt you pulled you'd think I would leave you alone?! No! You shall forever rue the day you messed with ZIM!"
            "You said that a year ago." said Dib.
            "I DO NOT CARE. Because it is true. " ZIM walked closer to Dib, leaning in, and lightly kissing him. He pulled away.
            "...AND DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU STUPID HUMAN!" ZIM screamed, walking off.
            "That had to be the most weirdest exprience in my life. " stated Dib.
            "..Not like my life isn't weird anyways." With that Dib shrugged his shoulders and continued walking to his house.


END.
 Kay. I tried something fluffy, short, and sweet. At first I wasn't going to make ZIM kiss Dib back, but I did, since I know you all wanted that. So. FWAHAA! This was just a break from my normal angst or humorous stuff that really must be boring to you all in the end. Fwah!      So what'd you think? If you are going to flame, save it. Save it for another day, my friend.