Someone Just Like You
Chapter 2: Teenage Daddy?
PG-13
Written by Yuneko
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim
Author's Note: Woot! Another upgraded chapter full of stuff...yes...stuff...R&R please!
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Leaving Zim far into the dust, Dib ran as fast as his long legs could carry him. Almost tripping over some rocks he ran. Glancing at Zim once before he turned to run home, back to his room so he could sort all of this out.
What were they now? Friends? Enemies? Did the kiss even mean anything? He did it out of impulse so it didn't count...right?
He ran into his house without greeting his sister tripping up the stairs as he ran jumping steps two at a time. Running back into his room and locking the door Dib leaned against the desk for support gasping for breath. This was one thing he never thought would ever happen.
He didn't mean anything by it. Dib was sure of it, the kiss must have been an accident or maybe on of Zim's plan of possessing hypnotic eyeballs. But no matter how much he tried to convince himself of it being an accident.
It wasn't, he couldn't deny that he, and Dib kissed the alien. His sworn enemy, the alien, who promised to bring the world down on to his feet he was talking here. He couldn't be associated with someone like that, it wasn't right and he knew it.
Rolling on to his bed he buried his head under his pillow. His mouth had betrayed him. Made things crazy, messed things up. Bring his fingers to his lips he tried to remember the kiss. It was brief, but brought so many unknown emotions with it. Some he rather forget. He couldn't like Zim, he just couldn't, but then kisses don't come randomly without reason.
His mind began to wander and he thought of what might happen tomorrow. He wouldn't be so surprised if the Irken decided to kill him the next day. He had gone out of bounds he had kissed Zim without any regard to his feelings.
"Like aliens have feelings..." Dib scoffed flinging his pillow off of his head. "Zim's totally going to kill me now...," he sadly said to himself. But why was he sad? He shouldn't be sad because he didn't like him. Now Dib was totally confused. He didn't know what to do, he was overanalyzing this and it just wasn't doing him any good.
Gazing around the room was pictures posted everywhere of various pictures of Zim. In a box held stuff he had stolen from Zim during many encounters. He was obsessed with the Irken and the fact hit him hard.
How could he have not noticed it? The way he was always eager to have some reason to go to Zim's house even without a plan just to see his smirking green face beam down on him. Zim had become a lifetime project to Dib, but now it's all changed.
He now didn't want the alien to be cut open with his guts open out to public. He wanted to be with Zim and that was scary. Had he just thought that? Bad Dib Bad! Dib mentally reprehended himself.
Why? Why? Why? He knew he wasn't the typical average boy, being dubbed the insane one by his classmates and family. Dib came to the conclusion that he would have to act as if nothing happened and hopefully nothing would happen.
But he couldn't help but feel that he was betraying himself in some way. Surely he thought it must have been out of impulse, stupid teenager hormones? Regardless of what he tried to blame his actions on he knew that he felt something and hopefully he wouldn't regret it. He felt bad for now wanting something so forbidden.
The more he thought about it, the more his feelings grew to be intense. How could one kiss spark a whole new view to Zim and him being together? Maybe he was over imagining things and these feelings really didn't exist. Dib hoped so with all his heart.
"I wonder if he felt anything too?" Dib asked out loud to himself. Turning to his left, he wrapped himself in his blanket like a burrito and fell into a deep slumber.
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Still mental shocked from what happen Zim was standing outside his doorstep, unable to make himself unlock his door to go in. He was surprised and shocked when he felt the human pressed his lips upon his. It had been his first kiss, whether or not it had meant anything to the human.
"What's going on?" Zim asked himself, still standing outside his unusually bright turquoise house with many odd gnomes packed with laser vision. Shaking his head he headed inside and into his lab via the toilet. Conjuring up an Irken soda he sat in his lab seat in peace trying to piece together what had happened.
Gir retired to the kitchen to get a "small" snack. He came back with half a fridge's worth and some more onto his couch to watch some television; promising Zim that it was for educational purposes that he was to watch the Scary Monkey. Gobbling up the food in a frenzy Gir paid no attention to the distressed Zim walking to his lab.
Dib had surprised him on that one. Zim had no idea what to make of this kiss. He certainly didn't want admit that he had been moved. The kiss physically felt light as air, but emotional deep as the ocean. Zim felt consumed by it, like he was drowning in something he didn't know. Just the thought of what happen made his heart race.
It had been the first time he had ever had physical encounter of anyone other than Gir, giving him the occasional hug. But Zim shook his head. This was Dib, the human that had foiled his plans hundreds of time, thrown the "poison" water at him, and constantly trying to blow his cover.
Then Zim thought this could be one of his plans too. Maybe he had some secret listening device and decided to use Zim's plan against him, deciding to beat him to it. Knowing this, it greatly angered Zim for he should be able to use his own plans against his enemy, not to have his plan thrown back at him.
Pacing back and forth in his lab, he tried to make any sense in why Dib had done it. Sure he was a fine looking Irken, the most handsome next to the tallest of course. But despite his good looks why would Dib kiss his worst enemy? Maybe he was insane after all.
No, silly emotions would not be the fall of this elite Irken soldier. Dib would pay for his actions, for playing with Zim's head. Somewhere inside his body, possibly his squeedly spooch, it ached to know he would never feel those enticing lips upon him again. But again he had to be strong; he couldn't give into pathetic human emotions. Zim was sure that the kiss must have been a trick.
A trick to let his guard down, leaving Dib an opportunity to attack. He would not think any more to the "kiss," he had to block it out for his own good and to his mission. Yes, his mission, he couldn't screw that up. The tallest depended on him for a victory to the Irken army and he wouldn't mess up.
He figured he had to find a way to beat the human. Even playing fire with fire if needed to. He wasn't going to let Dib break his heart, not before he broke Dib's first. For now he needed rest, for tomorrow was a new day to being upon a new age of DOOM! Yanking off his contacts and wig he closed his ruby eyes waiting for tomorrow.
Gir, somewhere out in the living room laid quietly on the couch watching the Scary Monkey Show. Giving the household a moment of peace before the morning broke.
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Dib awoke to the ringing sound of the alarm clock. Yes he was back into reality and he didn't like it. Hopefully maybe Zim wouldn't be in skool today, looking at the clock he found that he would be late and quickly arose to get ready. Jumping quickly into the shower he quickly washed himself, trying not to fall asleep at the same time. Dib's body ached from sleeping in a weird angle last night.
"I'm leaving without you if you don't get here right this minute." Gaz turned away from the staircase, picked up her bag, and headed out the door with her Game Slave. She purposely walked a little slowly for her brother to catch up, but no so much that he noticed. Gaz decided to give him a break for once, after seeing Dib's fake happy face faltered into a sad frown. She had no idea what was wrong with her brother.
There were probably many times Gaz wished she could do something more for her brother. She rather die than admit that she did actually care. Ever since their mom had past away and their dad locking himself in the lab inventing SUPER toast.
Dib and Gaz only had each other, there weren't many bonding times between the two. But Gaz knew her brother did try to look in her best interests. Even though Gaz still believed Dib was a little crazy in the head. Smiling to herself she walked across the crosswalk waiting for Dib to yell out to wait for him.
"WAIT!" Dib stumbled down the stairs trying to style his scythe hair while grabbing some toast from the counter. Running with his books and paper scattered about his arms he caught up with his sister after a good five minutes of running. His stomach remembering last night's hunger growled loudly to no end.
"You know you could have waited.." Dib mumbled trying to shove everything into his bag and eat breakfast while walking.
"Hmph..." Gaz grunted as she turned her attention back from the game console. It was a quiet walk to High Skool; Dib used the silence eat and to look upon his surroundings. Taking in the scenery for once knowing his inevitable DOOM was to come when he approached the skool.
He and Gaz parted ways when entering the skool. Both of them had different classes in the opposite direction. The skool had combined Middle Skool with High Skool, making it a very large inhabitant skool of doomed children.
Dib walked to his locker, carefully spinning his lock hitting the numbers 24, 38, and 15. Remembering the pervious encounter with Zim, Dib was more cautious opening his ,locker to get some books. Inching the door open a little Dib stuck his ruler from his backpack to check for anything that could possibly spring and choke him to death.
Finding it amazingly untouched Dib opened his locker to find it was filled with grass clods. A senior watching from the water fountain laughed hilariously giving some of his friends the high five.
Grumbling to himself Dib went to the janitors to retrieve a wastebasket and proceeded to unload the grass into the trash bag. He was going to be late, but he couldn't leave the mess on the floor. That would give him an automatic detention or possibly a four hour Saturday picking up trash doing grunts work for the skool.
When he was finished Dib washed his hands in the boys' bathroom drying his hands slowly to waste time. Dib didn't want to see Zim. He walked to the front of the door. What had exactly waited for on the other side? Dib didn't want to find out.
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Zim sat quietly at his desk trying to twirl a pencil skillfully between his two fingers. Dropping it at each attempt he concluded that the pencil must have been at fault for all things came easy to Zim.
It was in his Irken blood for him to be the best. Stopping the fifteenth try he heard familiar footsteps walk into Ms. Bitters's classroom. He shuddered sitting as straight as he could and tried to look away pretending that the oil stain on the wall was quite fascinating.
Still shaken by the kiss, all Zim could do is ignore the fact that it had happened. He wouldn't mind it happening again, but he knew he must stay on task. The mission depended on his ingenious thoughts and plans. After a long three years of trying to take over the ball of filth, it made it hard for Zim to come up with more ideas to try to take over.
Staring at the oil blob, Zim allowed his mind to wander blissfully in thought he concluded that it looked like Dib's large head and his delicately small head together in some kind of activity. Kissing, yea that was it. What? He shouldn't be thinking about Dib in that way. Maybe Dib with a killer shotgun, but not Dib and Zim kissing blob.
Walking in, Dib found his seat at the farther front row. He sat and watched Zim from the corner of his eye trying to find clues to any attempt of taking over the world. Sure he was in a questionable love with the alien, but Earth had to come first.
"You're late!" Ms. Bitters hissed at Dib.
Dib sighed. "I know. I had grass clots filled in my locker."
A couple of muffled laughs were heard around the room, making Dib blush a little. He hated being the center of attention if it wasn't in his favor. That was one good thing Dib was good at. Attracting negative attention.
"Make sure it doesn't happen again" Ms. Bitters barked turning back to the class.
Trying to get comfortable for Ms. Bitters's lectures of the impending doom and how the universe would eventually implode in on itself, he slouched into position.
"Today my doomed children we are to learn the joys of parenthood and be prepared for our inevitable doomed role of parenting." Ms. Bitters headed towards to the back room to retrieve of box. Setting the box down over to a counter she opened the box blowing years of dust off.
"By order of the school board, Our high school is now enforced to have a health learning section in your curriculum for everyday learning about the future roles you are about to contribute in your doomed future."
Picking up an example of one of their soon to be "child" she showed it around the class being interrupted by random groans from her students. Ignoring the students she continued explaining the project.
"This is your "child," you will be paired up and be graded on cooperation and care of your child thing." She pointed at the back of the baby doll
"Whenever the thing cries, just twist the back of this dial and do whatever you can to try to prevent another crying accident. Those who neglect their parental duties will have their baby implode on itself. Well...find your partners children and grab a baby...thing" Ms. Bitters sat back down in her comfort chair and watched.
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Being the two outcast of the school everyone else was able to find a partner quite easily. No matter how many people Dib asked he was shot down as the same for Zim. Dib knew he wouldn't be able to escape out on this one, but he would try.
Being partnered with Zim any other day would have been great. Dib would have used it to his advantage to infiltrate Zim's lair, but today he just wanted to make it out of skool alive. Walking up to Ms. Bitters's desk he meekly stood in front of her.
"Ms. Bitters? Can't I just take on this project myself?"
"No, now go find your partner." Returning back to her book she glanced amusingly at what would happen as he two worst enemies would have to be paired together. A slight snickering could be heard behind the book for she was happy to know how much misery she had placed on the two most annoying students in her class.
With a groan, Dib made it across the room to Zim's table and staring at the wall he asked. "Will you be my partner?" Dib looked from the corner of his eye to see Zim's reaction to his question. He hoped it was a yes and that Zim had understood that they needed each other to get the project done. There was no one else to pick from.
Zim glanced up at the tall boy tapping his gloved fingers against the table in contemplation. This was an unexpected offer from the Dib-human and Zim didn't know what to say. He was kind of happy for the offering, because he too had no partner and would like to use the time in partnership to find more about Dib's weaknesses.
And yet, he knew in order for his plan to work he had to play hard to get. He couldn't let the human know that he, Zim was grateful for the offer of being "partners." Clearing his throat he prepared to answer Dib.
"Why do you think you would ever be WORTHY of ZIM?!" the Irken exclaimed standing on his school desk surprising almost everyone in class including Dib. "I would never ever share any of my smeets with the likes of you!"
Pointing out a gloved finger at Dib's face. The other teenagers snickered and returned to their work, Zim's and Dib's antics was normal to them and wasn't ever to be bother as true for they were both crazy.
"Smeets?" Dib scratched his head and sighed. This wasn't getting anywhere and he needed a partner fast. "Look Zim, you don't have a partner and I don't have a partner."
Dib tried his hardest to suppress the feeling to punch Zim in the face. Didn't the alien ever understand anything? Clenching his teeth, he kept shut hoping Zim would come to his sense and realize their situation.
Shaking his head Zim replied, "You poor stinkbeast, don't you understand you will never be equal to ZIM. I will not share one of those wormbabies with you, Zim needs NO ONE!"
With those words from Zim, Dib was strongly reminded in why he hated the alien so much. He was too full of himself, too blind to see what was in front of him. Dib felt sick for even thinking he might have been attracted to the alien. He was a jerk-
A dark snake like figure interrupted Dib's thoughts and swept across to Zim's desk, making the room dark with a pair of glowing eyes glaring ever so closely to Zim's face.
"Zim, you will pair up with Dib and you will do this project. Do you want to fail?" Ms. Bitters smiled sickly.
Knowing there was no way out and desperately wanting to break eye contact with the angry teacher Zim complied. "I will be your "partner", we shall meet at my house after school Dib-human."
Secretly happy that Ms. Bitters's had ended Zim's charade for Dib, Zim sunk back into his seat in pure glee. Now all he had to do was prepare for what Dib would lash out on him. He might try to pull one of those "kisses" again, but Zim wouldn't be caught off guard, he would be prepared knock the human off if needed too.
Edging from his seat, Zim prepared to make a full frontal assault out the door and back to his lab to prepare for the arrival of the stinkbeast.
Dib sighed of relief and headed towards the counter to grab their "child." Never before had he ever felt so grateful to have Ms. Bitters as his teacher. But then it was her fault that he was in this mess in the first place. Either way, everything seemed to work itself fine for now. He would work along the side of his worst enemy and possibly his best friend.
The bell rang for lunch, having all the students filing out for lunch. "Go get your doomed child!" Ms. Bitters pointed at the clock. "I want to go to lunch too." With that she slithered out, grumbled on about how doomed the future was to be, and headed out the classroom. Leaving Dib alone in the room to pick out his baby.
"It's a boy." Holding up the pale skin doll thing, Dib thought to himself, well this was something he never expected to happen. This thing definitely didn't inherit any of Zim's features. Dib laughed quietly at himself.
Now he wasn't Dib, the paranormal investigator in training. He was Dib, the teenager father.
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