1 week later.
Gaz stood under the awning at skool. Rain poured down all around her. She didn't notice. She was engrossed in her game. She was trying to beat the last level. She had been trying to defeat the King Squirrel for an entire day now. This was the hardest game she had ever played. It was great.
Dib and Zim came out of the Skool loaded down with textbooks. They staggered under the weight. Then they started off into the rain. Zim hoped desperately that the paste would hold for the trip home. He'd never make it to shelter with all these books.
"I was thinking we could race 'em. Like on the moon or something. I think Tak's ship will do-" Dib cut off when he noticed Zim wasn't paying attention.
"Earth to Space Boy! Hey, Earth to Zim!" Zim shook his head, clearing it of whatever he had been thinking.
"Thinking about the physics test tomorrow." He said. "I like physics. It's the same everywhere. It's the only thing I really get on this planet. Besides math."
"Ah, you'll get used to it. You only don't get it cuz you missed everything up till 6th grade. You'll catch up." Zim jumped.
"OW!" he looked at a thin column of steam coming from his forarm.
"Shoot. The paste is wearing off." Fortunatly they were almost home. Zim shifted his book bag to cover the small hole. Another hole opened up. Then another. "Argh. I have to go home. Wanna come over and do homework?"
"Yeah, Ok." Zim ran down his sidewalk and slammed the door. He dropped his bookbag on the floor, where it made small cracks.
"GIR!" The robot jumped off the couch and stood at attention.
"Gir, go get the healing salve." The robot ran off and returned with a small tube. Zim took it, and squeezed a little of the purple liquid into the small burns the water had made.
They healed before his eyes.
Gaz was three seconds from beating the last level. Her eyes slitted in concentration. She gave off an aura, and people unconsciously walked around her, not even noticing the girl.
"YES!! Oh, yes, yes YESSS!" She threw her arm in the air. Victory!
"You win" Said the gameslave tonelessly. Then the screen flashed. Words scrolled down. Gaz looked at the screen. This had never happened when she won a game.
"Hi Gaz" It read "It's me, Zim. So you beat the game. Good job. I programmed this so I would have no choice but to tell you this." Gaz kept reading. Her eyes got bigger and bigger. So did her smile.
(I have no idea what Zim would say. I stink at romantic stuff.)
"Warning." Said Zim's computer. It was back in his house now. "Warning, No. 369"
Zim's eyes widened. 369. He thought it would take her a lot longer to beat the game.
"Uh, Dib? You have to go. Now. Sorry. No. 369"
"What's that?" Dib asked, confused.
"It's very important. GOODBYE, Dib." Dib decided he really didn't want to know.
Gaz had no idea why she wasn't stopping at her house. She was even less sure why she was stopping at Zim's. She had no idea why she was walking down the path.
What am I doing? That was probably just Dib playing a joke on us. He'll probably have a good laugh at us. Maybe it's ZIM playing a trick on ME. There's no way Zim likes me. He's an alien, he was sent here to KILL us all. (Angsty, no?)
She knocked on his door, and it was a moment before he opened it.
"Hi, Gaz…" He said unsuredly. Gaz was so confused at seeing Zim acting anything other than blindly superior that she laughed. Zim looked crestfallen.
"You're not being superior." She said.
"I've never done this before. So…I guess… just being human makes you better than me at this." He straightened up. "Not that that applies to anything else of course"
Gaz laughed again. So the message was genuine.
"Rule number one, spaceboy. NEVER insult your date." Zim grinned a little, and opened the door. Gaz walked inside, and Zim closed the door behind her.
OK! That's all there is. IF I get enough emails (5 ought to do it…HINT HINT) I will write more…or maybe a lot more.