CHAPTER FOUR

"I like her!" GIR squealed, bouncing around

"GIR, cut it out. We have much work to do. Spending the evening with that. . .DISGUSTING, FILTHY. . ." Zim got into one of his uncontrollable rants, and when he was finally finished with his insults, he finished his sentence "she slowed down our mission for today."

Zim dragged GIR off to the lab below the house, and they began working on yet another air craft. He fell asleep in his lab, and the next morning, he awoke to his alarm clock. He groggily walked into the kitchen to find GIR happily cooking pancakes.

"Ugh. . .not pancakes again. . ."

"But these are SPECIALLLLLLLLLL pancakes." GIR smiled at him

". . .'special' pancakes?"

"Yep! It's got chocolate chips in the mix! Sam gave me the recipe!" GIR went back to making the food.

"Chocolate chips, huh? I guess I could try them. . ."

GIR handed him a plate, his eyes watery.

"What are YOU crying about?" Zim asked, taking the plate and stuffing a bite into his mouth

"You've never eaten my cooking!" GIR grabbed Zim up in a huge hug and squeezed him until the alien pried himself free

"FOOL! Don't EVER do that AGAIN!" Zim yelled, straightening his clothes out again.

As Zim walked out the door, he saw GIR with black material. . .inhaling it. . .

". . .GIR. . .what are you doing?"

"Nooooooothing."

"What is that?"

"This?" GIR handed over the black sweater, and Zim took it; it looked. . .familiar. . . "I took it from Sam!" GIR said proudly

Zim dropped the sweater immediately "GIR!!! You brought that filthy humans CLOTHING into our LAIR?!" Zim looked down at his hands and just imagined the germs that were covering his gloves.

GIR grabbed up the sweater and began inhaling again, but Zim grabbed it from him. "cut that OUT!" he yelled at the dog. . .robot. . .thing. "I will have to return this to her now, if I don't, she'll come back here to get it. GIR don't EVER take ANYTHING from those HUMANS again, do you understand?!"

GIR nodded and Zim walked out, frustrated. He mumbled under his breath about how 'GIR would be the fall of their mission' and plotted more evilness against Dib. Zim looked down at the sweater in his hands, and unintentionally lifted it up to eye-level. He studied it for a few seconds and then smelled the fabric. It smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla. . .such a surprisingly heavenly scent. Zim was almost entranced, smelling the sweater, that he walked right into a pole. He stood up and heard some voices from around the corner. He quickly hid himself in a bush when he realized one of the voices belonged to Dib.

"NOW I remember why I love you so much." Dib said to one of the other people

Zim was almost positive he was talking to Gaz, but held back a yelp of shock and surprise when he saw Dib walking by, standing side by side with Sam, Gaz playing with Game Slave, as always.

As they walked past, Zim tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"the Dib human is in love with Sam?"

he walked out of the bushes after they had long since passed by and, stunned, walked to school. He could understand if Dib loved someone, but if anyone liked him in return. . .Zim shivered at this thought. He would have to think of this later, right now, he had to get to school. When he arrived, the bell to go inside hadn't rung just yet, and he walked to the trees and sat down in the shade. He looked around and saw Dib sitting by himself, glaring at Zim but. . .he had a smirk on his face. At first, it was easy to ignore Dib, but then his curiosity got the better of him, and he walked up to him.

"What are YOU smirking about?"

"Heh, wouldn't you like to know?" Dib teased, and then looked slightly down "Is that Sam's sweater?!"

"Huh?" Zim looked down to the sweater that was still in his hands. "That's none of your business." He replied

"Give it to me! How did you get it in the first place?!" he asked, grabbing the sweater away.

"I didn't STEAL it, if that's what you think. Why would it matter to YOU anyway?"

"It just does. Don't ever take anything of hers again, you got it?"

Zim smirked and was about to say something just as Sam walked up to them.

"Something wrong?" she asked them.

"He had your sweater. I got it back for you." Dib replied, handing it to her.

"Thanks Dibie-kins."

Zim snickered a little bit "dibbie-kins?"

"Got a problem with the nickname I gave to him?" Sam asked, calmly

". . .no. . ."

"Good. Kay guys, Gaz is gonna teach me some new stuff for Game Slave so I'll see you guys in class."

"bye." Zim said

Dib handed her the sweater and she hugged him goodbye, and Zim glared at Dib.

"So, what horrible thing did you threaten her with to get her to play along with your game?" Zim asked him

"Game? What game?" Dib asked, honestly.

"Popular TV people liking YOU? Which reminds me. I need a new telescope. You have one. In other words. . .gimmie!"

"What makes you think I'd give you my telescope?"

"Because I have your test. And if you don't do what I say, I will show EVERYONE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Go ahead. I'm not scared anymore."

Zim smirked, pulling the folded piece of paper out from his pocket and unfolded it, walking off, preparing to show EVERYONE on the playground, and after school, he would go to the Dib-humans house and show his father. He was certain that before it came to that, Dib would stop him. He glanced down at the paper and stopped walking, letting it fall to the floor.

"Is there a problem, Zim?" Dib asked him, trying hard not to laugh.

". . . . ." Zim couldn't even form words. His perfect blackmail. RUINED!!!!!!!!

END

Peggi-Da dun dun DUUNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! Lolz. I'm sure you could tell that this chapter took me a whole 10 minutes to type lolz. Sry it's short and not very interesting. But I am working with dead plot-bunnies here. Please review and hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon