By animeninjaNIPPON
"Am I losing my mind?" Dib asked himself aloud. "Zim is my enemy; I can't enjoy being with him! Even if…"
"If what?" Zim inquired, looking up at Dib with a punch-drunk grin. "I'm still here…"
Suddenly realizing he was speaking his thoughts, Dib got up and walked across his room. "I'll be right back. I need a drink." He turned the doorknob and left his room for the kitchen. He got a cup and turned on the water faucet. As he got his drink, he thought about how easy it would be just to dump the water all over Zim and let him burn his way out of existence. He was tempted to do it, too, but the greater part of his soul didn't want to. After he finished his water, he threw the empty cup into the sink and plodded back to his room. Zim sat on the end of Dib's bed, lost in thought until he heard the door close as Dib reentered.
"I feel weird," Zim confessed. "Did you POISON me?"
"What? No, I didn't poison you!" Dib denied flatly before straightening up and asking, "How do you feel…'weird?'"
"Well, before I only felt weird when I was near you," Zim explained, "but now it won't go away at all."
"I dunno what to say," Dib replied, though he was starting to get an idea of what was going on. "Why don't you go home now, and I'll figure it out tonight."
"OK." Zim got up and went to the door, not knowing what else to do. "See you tomorrow, Dib-human."
When Zim left, Dib flopped onto his bed with a sigh. He knew all too well what Zim was feeling, for he was beginning to feel the same way. And if his observations were correct, then that meant that Zim really liked him – and that Dib felt the same way about Zim.
Dib didn't see how that was possible – they were sworn enemies, after all. Then again, that was the advantage that gave them insight to each other's hearts and minds… But still, they were different species – the human race and the Irken race… Well, when put that way, it was merely interracial, which made it OK… Gender? Was Zim really male? Did it really matter?
A thousand and one questions like those raced through Dib's mind and refused to be answered. But it didn't matter at that moment – "Mysterious Mysteries" would be on any minute…
End of part thirteen