Chapter 2
Zim sat at his table, alone, smiling as he poked the goop the school called food. All he could think about was that note. What was so important they couldn't talk about it in school...or even in a note?
Maybe I should just try and ask him here...so I don't flip out and embarrass myself...'
He pulled a notebook out of his messenger bag and ripped a sheet out. Just as Dib had done, he wrote "Dib" at the top but he was stuck on the rest.
The bell rang, signaling free period, Zim sighed as he watched Dib pick up his bag and walk out the door. Zim closed his notebook, clutched it to his chest, and quickly followed him out to the playground. Not too many good memories there...mainly of him beating Dib up┘not good at all now. Dib sat on the wall leading to the street, Zim sat on one of the swings to Dib's left so he could watch him without being too obvious. As he watched, Dib pulled out a pencil and sketchbook and started to draw something. Zim smiled and opened his notebook on his lap. He looked up again to see Dib with his tongue sticking out, as if teasing the paper. Zim laughed to himself, he was so cute when he was concentrating on something. There had to be better uses for that tongue though┘.
He finally decided what to write, so under "Dib" he wrote; "I have something after school so you can tell me now if its really important." Zim hated it but it was the best thing he could come up with so he folded the paper in to a triangle and put it in his pocket.
He put his notebook away and watched Dib for the last ten minutes of class. When the bell finally rang, he got up and sluggishly followed the huge mass of teenagers pushing each other to get back in to the heat of the school.
Mr. Bullocks' room was, of course, the coldest room in the school. You either froze or you wore a sweater all day. Zim took his seat in front of Dib, placing the note on his desk and giving him a smile, which Dib returned eagerly.
Dib opened the note excitedly. He read it over and blushed from nervousness and embarrassment. He didn't know what to do. But it was easier then telling Zim in person. Then again he wasn't really sure it would do any good for him. He sighed. No, telling him wasn't a good thing right now, ignoring the inevitable was the best for now. He wrote back to Zim and passed it around the side of the desk. Dib knew he was gonna hate himself for this later. Maybe when they got back from vacation he'd get Zim to say he liked him, that is, if he did something right for a change.
The final bell of the day rang and the teenagers all ran out of the school, happy to head for the warmth of the mall or the arcade. Everyone was going to have a good vacation, everyone but the egoistic green kid and the quiet boy with the big head.
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Finally got up chapter 2! Yay! I have almost no plans for chapter 3 yet but I'm getting started on chapter 3 of Draco Dormeins. Sorry it took me forever to post this one...school is evil. procrastination is the way to go! I'm gonna try and get things updated faster. I'm working on 2 chaptered fics and a one shot right now and all my school work...and I'm starting work soon...being busy sucks. But its gonna help me eventually. ; I'm rambling again aren't I? sorry...