Title: Christmas Arm-warmers
Category: Romance/Humor
Pairings: Zim/Gaz
Warnings: More stupid from my ill mind.
Summary: There they were...sitting in the store. Gaz was soo close to getting them before some weird green kid got them before her.
Christmas Arm-warmers
Gaz had searched the mall up and down for the Piggie armwarmers. They were green, black stripes, pink stars with Piggie in the middle. Of course, there was one single pair of them left. She was so close to grabbing them up; her hand just above them. But the weird green kid got them first. Yeah, that kid her brother kept accusing to be an alien. He stole them from her. But she didn't fight back. If she was good during Christmas, then her dad had said he'd get her the latest Game Slave.
Sitting at her home, on the couch playing video games and listening to her brother's stupid show, Gaz suddenly heard the doorbell. Standing, seeing that no one else would, she went to get the door. It was probably just the pizza guy, again, right? Wrong. There was a box, almost as tall as Gaz herself, wrapped in green and silver paper that stared back at her.
There was an adress on the box. Kind of. A tag, anyways. It read 'to GAZ from ME!' She instantly knew who it was from. Who else would label themselves as 'me'? Only..Zum...Zom..?
"ZIM!" Thank you, Dib. Gaz brought the package back to the couch, opened it swiftly with narrowed eyes. The box was decorated with little white skulls painted on with the words 'DOOM' running along it in red, sketchy letters. Gaz seemed half interested in the outer layer of box, though perhaps that was mild amusement shining in her eyes?
She slowly opened the box, peering intside and pulling out none other than...
A GS3? That wasn't what she'd expected. Neither was it what the brother had expected. But then again, Dib always expected the worst when it came from Zim. Gaz seemed completely amazed by this. It was as if Zim actually cared. But when she went to turn it on, she found one thing that meant he didn't. There were no batteries.
HAHA! I feel so evil to lead you on like that. But at the same time I feel so powerful that I can't write Zim fics while I'm sick...