Dib let out a frustrated yelp, tossing his sketch book against a wall, the pencil close behind. Everything he started to draw, every tiny figure and shape, always turned into Zim for some reason. He couldn't get over him. He was twisting him in knots! He mimicked him during school, no matter what he wore. It's like Zim was always a step ahead of him. And now he finds him dating his SISTER!!!

He didn't know what to think or what to do. He was so…angry…so indescribably mad. Not only did that Irken twerp betray him by going fucking strait, but now his sister was letting him down by sleeping with…with…HIM!! They were both…he sighed and sat down on his bed. He shouldn't care. His sister hated him and he hated Zim, so why the hell should he be so mad. Right?

Gathering his senses, he stood up and got dressed for school. He couldn't let that lizard get the best of him. Grabbing his bag, he headed downstairs and out the door, smiling as he was warmly welcomed by all the students on the bus. At least he had this. The popularity. The recognition. The acceptance. Zim was out on a thin limb when it came to that, and as long as he continued to hold that carrot over Zim's pitiful head, he'd always be on top.

The day had started off as always. Zim showed up in Dib's newest outfit, flaunting off how good he looked in it. Everyone would applaud him, and then ignore him and Zim would go about his day, humming. It would get under Dib's skin, but today he had a weapon. A weapon he'd unsheathe at lunch. Approaching the green teen, he smirked wickedly.

"So, that's the best you can do, Zim?" His gaze bored down into the Irken's head. "Copy me in hopes that my popularity would rub on off you?" Zim's ruby gaze snapped wide open as he stared up at the teen. "And on top of that, you date my sister? You really think that's going to upset me?"

Zim searched the teen's face for a few seconds for something other than the smug look. Something that would give him a crutch to stand on and his legs were knocked out from under him. That's when he noticed the bitterness as he said that last sentence.

"Obviously it is if you have to confront me about it. You aren't able to leave it alone, are you? The fact that she likes me, the freakish little kid from school, more than you bugs the shit out of your puny body, doesn't it?" He stood up tall and proud. "You can't stand the fact that she will happily take my hand and follow me anywhere, huh?" Getting right up in the taller teens face, he sneered. "And what you really hate…is the fact that your stinky fashion looks just as good on me." With that final statement, leaving the students around them ooo-ing, he turned on his heel and left the cafeteria, a sneer on his face. If that didn't catch his attention, nothing will. Yes, Dib would become wholly obsessed with him…though maybe it was time to change his look. He was tired of mimicking the teen. He now had established some footing in the social ladder and was ready to climb higher on his own.

"THAT ASSFUCK!!" Dib through his bag into a wall once he got into his room. "That stinking little whore-bitch. How dare he…?!" He snarled as a knock came from the hall. "What?!" Gaz walked in, a dangerous glare on her face. She approached the taller boy and pulled back a fist, punching him in his stomach. As he collapsed to his knees, she pulled his attention back to him, grabbing his shirt.

"You fuck with Zim about our relationship and I'll reshape your head in the form of a cookie and let his stupid dog eat you." Gaz had learned some colorful words since Elementary Skool and knew really well how to throw them around. She let him fall to the floor and left his room, getting ready for another night out with Zim. The alien wasn't all that bad once you got to know him. It helped that he wasn't ranting anymore, as well. He actually had some serious backbone, not a façade that he used to be able to hide behind. She enjoyed that.

She ran downstairs when her ears picked up the knock on the door, pulling on her boots as she went. Taking Zim's hands before he could get a word in, she led him out the door. Once they were a few blocks away, she stopped to look up at the teen, a scowl on her face as usual. "Where are we going tonight?"

Zim's surprise at being lead off down the streets played on his facial features as he processed her question. She never asked him as she usually knew exactly where she wanted to go. He smiled. "Good evening to you too! Well…I was going to leave that up to you…" She growled and he eeped. "We could go to…um…how about the new restaurant that opened? It's supposed to have really good ter…ter…tear-ee-yak-ee…" He stared down at her for an answer.

"It's teriyaki…and okay." She drug him down the next street, a small smile on her face. She'd never eaten anything other than fast-food and was mildly interested in what it would taste like.

Sitting down in the restaurant, Gaz began scanning the menu. She wasn't sure what half of the pig-crap on the paper was, but went with something that said "chicken" in it, figuring chicken would be safe. Zim, on the other hand, was interested in the "tonkatsu". He knew an Irken named Ton, so he wondered slightly. The food was good, much better than their conversation. Or lack there of.

The night went well and as they walked out, Zim felt like being spontaneous. Grabbing Gaz's small hand, he lead her off somewhere, a certain hill on his mind. It had the perfect view of the Earth's satellite, the Moon, and although he wasn't certain she'd like it all that much, he wanted to see it clearly again.

She was surprised by the sudden tug on her arm, but followed anyway, not wanting to go home. Her brother was an overbearing ass and her dad was never around. What point was there in going back? She wondered slightly as to where they were heading. She didn't recognize this part of town. "Where are we going, Zim?"

"Somewhere." He pulled her to the base of the hill and, in one swift motion, picked her up damsel-style, carrying her up the hill effortlessly. Setting her down, he pointed towards the sky, getting lost in the moon's light.

Gaz got home rather late that night, mumbling something about how nice the moon looked and how okay Zim looked in it's light.