Dib approached the establishment, a wicked smile on his face. Zim wasn't on the bus that morning, which meant he either got the message that Dib never wanted to see his sorry face again, or he was late and was going to receive a wicked scolding from Ms. Bitters (who, scarily enough, was still teaching). He couldn't decide which he wanted to see more. He snickered as he walked into the building.

By 3rd period, there was still no sign of the little green freak, and Dib was having a damn good day. He hit it off splendidly with Trish, got a date with Zita and got the spot on the baseball team he wanted. Okay, so he really didn't like baseball, but his dad hated it more so if it pissed him off, he was happy.

He was in the middle of a conversation when he stopped dead and found himself staring at this near double. Standing in front of him, a scythe-lock standing proud upon his Irken crown, was Zim. The green alien was dressed identical to the boy, right down to the underwear, not that anyone could see that. He even wore that same twisted smirk on as he walked towards the boy.

Dib was about to say something, but his eyes widened, his mouth hanging open dumbly as Zim brushed past him, his head held high. The Irken had never ignored him before. Never. Dib turned around and watched Zim head to his next class and suddenly forgot what he was talking about with the lovely woman next to him.

Zim couldn't be more happy with how things played out. His claw pressed down the rewind button to watch the look on his face again. He had taped the entire thing since his back would be turned from the boy. He didn't really think it was the outfit that got him. More of the fact that he was playing Dib's game. All he needed now was…

"What do you want?" the terror child sneered. "I don't have time for you, you freak." Her thumbs were expertly flying across the buttons and control sticks of the Game Slave 4, a concentrated scowl on her face as she was trying her hardest to beat the Zombie Death Piggy on the fourth or fifth level of Vampire Piggy Hunter 3. Zim smiled nervously.

"Well…I was wondering if I could buy you pizza at Bloaty Hog's Pizza…but…" Gaz's head snapped up, staring at the Irken in front of her. She rarely had the chance to eat there anymore, now that her brother had girlfriends and her dad was busier than every, which meant no money from brother and no allowance. All the businesses around wouldn't hire her…

She was on her feet getting ready before Zim could say "Great Irk!" Zim just watched, a smile on his face, his hands in his pockets. He wasn't dressed like Dib for this occasion. No, that was only for earlier. The outfit he wore would hopefully appeal more to the demon child with her odd tastes. He had spruced up his old black wig and adorned it proudly, meanwhile a long black trench coat graced his thin form. He had black leather pants on with thigh high boots over them and a purple tank top proudly boasting the ad for the Game Slave, the back stating "Old Skool" in bold pink letters. His gloves missing the fingers.

Gaz came bouncing down the stairs, her outfit identical to what it had been 5 years before, her hair a little longer but still styled in those impossible curls that framed her face. She grabbed Zim's hand and yanked him out of the house, grabbing one of the larger umbrellas just in case. Nothing would deter her from the pizza, not even Zim's issues with water.

Zim just followed gingerly, happy as hell with himself that he decided to stick through that disgusting job because now he had enough to buy the girl anything her dark heart desired. And oh Almighty Tallest, would he.

Once they reached the restaurant, Gaz turned to Zim to pay for their seats. Zim swiftly and gladly did, letting Gaz choose where they would sit.
Ordering anything and everything the small girl wanted, he sat back, a pleasant smile on his face. After Gaz was content, they left the restaurant, the girl leading while the alien followed. Walking her all the way to her front door, he smiled as she stared at him momentarily.

"You're weird…thank you." With that, she slammed the door in his face and sat down on the couch beside her brother. Grabbing her GS-4, she didn't even notice him.

"So where were you?" He looked down at his little sister as she viciously attacked the monster on her game. She ignored him until she got through that level.

"Out. Keep you nose out of it." With that, she headed up to her room.
Zim took her out every night, no matter where it was she wanted to go.

They went to Crazy Taco, McMeaties, Bloaty's…anywhere and everywhere, and each night the scowl she showed him got a little softer. His plan was going smoothly. While he copied the Dib's style at school, he was slowly working his way into Gaz's heart. Yes, the Dib's life was slowly becoming more and more difficult.

Zim loved to watch him squirm.