Dear readers and reviewers
Thank you for reading and reviewing this poorly written piece of work. It makes me more anxious to continue! Keep rockin and rolln me peeps! This chapter is like a filler. In a way, it's kind of letting you know what they were thinking up until now, and what they think about the whole Tallest thing.
I don't own Zim and Co. But if I did...well.../snickers/
Remember, your reviews can decide what happens. If I like the idea, I'll put it in here. Today's credit goes to Jen3572005.(I changed a thing or two, hope you don't mind..) I love you all! (Not that creepy pedophilia way of course, but you know, like a pet goldfish. Or something)
Gaz just nodded, and leaned back into the couch. Dib just grunted, showing his sign of disapproval. Zim smiled. He took his hand and fumbled around in his pak, his claw searching mercilessly for the DVDs.
"Okay, I have Attack of the Mummy, Dracula 3000, and Weeney Todd." He said, fanning out the movies in his hand. Gaz put her finger on her chin, pretending to take deep consideration.
"Hmm...Dracula 3000." She said. Zim nodded and put the DVD in the player.
"Whatchya doin' master?" A little robot asked. Gir just came in from the pounding rain, his metal body surprisingly dry. Zim patted Gir's head and rubbed his little antenna,. He'd become rather fond of the little SIR bot.
"We're watching a movie, Gir." He said. Gir's eyes widened.
"A movie? Yay!!" Gir started to run around in circles, excited giggles escaping his robot mouth. Gaz smiled slightly. He was like a small child. Innocence. Total innocence. It made Gaz jealous.
"Gir." Gaz said, patting her lap. Gir squealed and jumped into her lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and smiled. "Is Gaz-Gaz gonna stay?" He asked, nudging her waist with his head.
Gaz smiled. "Till the rain stops, Gir." She patted his head. Gir squealed and jumped off her lap.
"I'm gonna make us some waffles!" He exclaimed. He ran to the kitchen, apron in hand. Gaz shook her head. He brought out the good in her. Like a decent, semi-smart child.
Zim sat down next to 'Tallest Black' , remote in hand. He clicked the big green button, and watched the opening scene. He dimmed the lights with the same remote, and peeked behind Gaz's back to her brother. He was clenching his teeth.
Dib hated this movie. He knew what they were doing! They were trying to annoy him! Well it wouldn't happen on his watch!
Dib nodded, satisfied with his resistance.
The movie was one third over, and Zim hadn't done a thing.
'What is he thinking...' Dib thought, his senses on full alert. He knew they were up to something.
The rain wasn't letting up. If it was possible, it had become worse. Great. This was going to be torture. Dib was basically screwed.
Then, Zim made his 'move'. Dib could barely see it. Zim raised his arm over the back of the couch, as though he was stretching. Slowly, his hand had -slow, but painfully obviously- draped around Gaz's shoulder. She didn't seem to notice, eyes concentrating on the bloodshed in front of her. But Dib knew. It was an act. It made him feel a little better, but it still a little apprehensive.
Dib, trying to ignore the act beside him, started to think.
'Me, a Tallest! This is awesome! It's like a direct hit to Zim's ego! I may have an advantage over this...I wonder, maybe, me and Gaz can reclaim our...err...titles. But, if Gaz is Tallest Black, then what am I? Hmm...it should be a color. Let's see, there's Tallest Red and Purple, Green, and now Black. I need to think of some obvious color, likkeeeee...Blue! Now, to think of another name for blue...hmm...Cobalt! Yesss...Tallest Cobalt. It has a nice ring to it.'
Dib was lost in his thoughts. Zim, in the same condition.
'Hmm..Tallest, eh? That really puts a dent in my ego! Damn genetics! Hmm...Gaz looks so at ease...Tallest? Tallest Black?! What a name! But, what would happen, theoretically of course, to a...mate to this Tallest?...But..It's not like I love her! NO! Invaders don't love, or as these Earth-worms say, "Crush" On an individual! I am Zim! The almightly Invader! I do not love! I command and conquer! (Wait, isn't that the name of that video game Gir keeps playing?) Hmm..Tallest Zim! What a wonderful world that would be...MUHAHAHAH!!'
Of course, Gaz was thinking too. But more about the bloodshed then anything...
'Oh My God. He ripped his arms off! And you can see the bones...He just ate that guy's kidney!'
Gradually, her thoughts began to wander..
'Dib seems so irritated. He's trying to hide it! He's probably distracting himself. Let's fix that. This has to work.'
"Dib, fix me popcorn." Gaz ordered. Dib just nodded. No need to be threatened. He got up and walked to the kitchen. As he walked to the kitchen, an idea struck Gaz.
"So, Zim-" She started rather loudly. Zim got the message.
As Dib walked into the oddly colored kitchen, he could hear giggles. Giggles. Dib wanted to scream. Remember, it isn't real. It's just an act. He said to himself. Dib sighed, trying to calm himself down. The bag of popcorn in his hand was crushed with his fist. He looked around. No microwave, no kettle, no nothing. Then again...
"Gir, could you fix this for me?" Dib asked the little bot.
Gir was sitting at the table, eating waffles. Gir nodded and took the bag. With his hands, he ripped open the bag, and poured the kernels into his head. He smiled.
Dib watched, amused, as he heard the snaps and crackles of the corn beating against the inside of Gir's head.
Gir shook with the pop's of the popcorn. He stopped suddenly, steam floating out of his head. He smiled.
"Popcornz allz readyz.." He said happily, clapping his hands. Dib ignored him.
"Heheheheeheheh" The giggles. He heard them again. Dib balled his fist. He'd have to get back at them. But how? It seemed so real. Hmmm...He got worried again.
'He better not be trying anything on Gaz...Or I'll kill him!'
"Umm..Gir, why don't you watch the movie with us...uhh..we kinda need the popcorn." Dib said. Gir giggled and started to dance around, banging on his head. You could hear the popcorn rattling.
Gir smiled and ran to the living room. Dib followed the defective SIR.
As Dib sat back down, Gaz and Zim ceased their giggling, trying to keep a straight face. Gir hopped onto Gaz's lap, happily stuffing the fluffy corn in his mouth.
A small smirk rested on Gaz's face. Dib twitched. He hated Zim. (He couldn't hate his sister. They were related!) He sighed, and continued to watch the movie with his friend and sister.
Dib looked at his watch. The movie was halfway over, but it was one o'clock. Despite how hard he had tried, Dib slowly fell into a deep slumber. Dib leaned against the arm of the couch, Gir sitting like a dog on his head. Dib's snores echoed in the base.
The full-blooded Irken had fallen asleep also. His body leaned against the right arm of the couch. Soft snores were escaping from his mouth in a deep set rhythm.
Against him was Gaz. She had fallen asleep on the alien. The sound of her breathing was in sync with Zim's snores.
Dib's mouth was pulled into a straight line, his eyes nervous and aggravated behind his lids.
Zim's smirks had grown during his sleep. His happy and joking mood followed him into his dreams. That was for certain.
Gaz, laying against the Irken, had a soft smile on her face. Content and safe.
For now they had forgotten all their troubles. And were ignorant for the future a head of them. For now, they didn't have to worry for their lives.
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