Dib POV
Zim.
Sitting there. . . totaly oblivious to the fact that after all these years I have prooof! Yes, after all these years i have proof!
The only problem is, I have no Idea what to do with it.
Normally, I would send it to Mysterious Mysteries, but I've started to get the feeling that they don't really plan on using any of my submissions. Murphys Law always seems to kick in when I try to show it to my fellow Swollen Eyeball members (curse that Murphy. . .).
I've just plain given UP on my classmates. And my freinds within the 'Goths N' Geeks' group that I've been accepted into who beleive me just think it's cool. The others joke about me having 'Harry McDougal Syndrome', which I assume to mean I'm a Stalker, from their constant babbling. Sheesh, and I used to think I was obsessed.
But then I was. Am, rather. Which brings me to my BIGGEST problem.
As much as I hate to say it.. . . as much as it goes agains everything I beleive in. . . I, I, I don't really want to turn him in anymore.
I don't want to see him all cut up. I don't even want him to LEAVE EARTH for crying out loud!
What do I want? I'm not really sure. All I know is that I know I at least have a crush on him. I'm not even sure if It's a question of me being gay. I mean, my life has basicly been revolving around him for almost a third of my life now! I barely even remember ANYTHING that isn't somehow Zim-related for the last few years! GOD that's creepy! Even to me.
That being the case, it only seems naturall that I fall in love with him. Wait, hold up, LOVE? And Why am I talking about myself in the third person again?
Love? No no no nononono. I'm a paranormall Investigator, he's an alien. A crush is fine. Just teenaged horemones, perfictly normall! And i'm NOT in denaial like Gaz so smugly insinuated! Damn her cynicall insinuations. . .
Even though I DO stare at him a lot. Staring with thoughts in my head that AGAIN are just the product teenaged horemones. I think he may have noteced. . . . damn.
And as for the 'talking outloud in the third person' thingy. . . well, they say alexander the great did that. And nevermind the fact he was gay! IT MEANS NOTHING! Well, of to skool! I woner if I might be able to walk with Zim. . for, y'know, survalance.
Nothing to do with the fact that he looks so CUTE when he's tired. . . nothing at all.