Sighing, Zim looked through his clothing options. Last night actually went okay. Gaz was pretty okay…for a demon girl from the depths of a…firey pit of…fire. When she didn't want to kill you, she was actually pretty cute. Of course, he had no interest in her, but she would make a good friend…that is, if she didn't hate him for dumping her for Dib in the end.
Stopping to stare blankly at a wall, his imagination reeling with images of his bloody death, his antennae barely picked up the sound of a knock on the door. Looking up, he walked out into the den and opened the door. To his surprise, Gaz was standing on the doorstep, looking up at him.
"Are you ready?" she asked in her usual threatening voice.
"For…?" Zim inquired, stepping out of her way as she made her way into his house.
"School." She sat down on the couch, glaring at the TV. Zim had recently installed a fail safe hologram system to disguise the inside of his base, so he was only mildly worried that she had just barged in. He was actually more worried for his physical health if he refused her entrance.
"Not yet. I'm still deciding what to wear." He started to head up the stairs before stopping and snapping around. Poking his head back around the corner, he stared at her for a moment. "Why are you here, anyway?" Gaz simply looked up at the teen.
"I hate Dib, so I decided to walk with you today." She glared. "Is that a problem?" Zim eeped and shook his head, grinning. "Good." Getting up, she walked around him and began to head up to his room. "What do you have for clothing options?" Zim watched her before jogging after the smaller girl.
"Well, I—WAIT!!! Who said you could go into my room?!" He ran up the stairs and stood in front of her, blocking her path. Snarling, Gaz got right up in his face, that look on her features. Zim suddenly felt like cleaning the kitchen or something.
"Who said I cared about what anyone else said? I want to pick something out for you and you WILL move, or else so help me…" Zim didn't give her any reason to finish that sentence, smiling nervously as he opened the door for her, following her to his closet. In the past few years, he decided to blend in a bit better with the rest of the houses and simply got a closet, using his disguiser to create any clothes he desired. He…also got tired VERY quickly of the PAIN he had to suffer to simply change his clothes…
Gaz scanned through the racks and drawers of garments he owned, the deep scowl from earlier never leaving her face. Zim simply sat on the bed watching, his claws pulling at each other nervously as he waited for the demon child to finish with her inspection. He was soon targeted by a flying article of clothing as she choose his outfit. The first piece of his ensemble was a tight high-cut black shirt that had the Irken Marketing insignia on the front and "Irken Pride" on the back. Zim usually only wore that when he was feeling lazy and just wanted to stay home.
The bottom part to the combination was a low-riding pair of olive green pants, the legs flaring at the bottom. It was decorated with pockets and zippers and had a wallet chain attached to one of the belt loops. He watched as she turned to look at him then turned and headed back downstairs so he could change. He sighed, thanking the Tallest that she hadn't planned on staying up there.
Soon afterwards he came into the den, dressed in the clothes she had chosen from him, a smirk on his face. He spread his arms out grandly, cocking a hip and posing for her.
"Well?" She stared at him for a moment before standing. Opening her backpack, she pulled out a long, deep purple leather trench coat and tossed it at him. Holding it in his hands, he held it out to look at it before putting it on. The coat had a high collar and barely brushed past his ankles. The sleeves were long and wide, cutting off at his elbows before giving way to loose fish net.
The chest of the coat when buttoned up was tight and form-fitting while the tail was wide and flowing, possessing a few buckles to hold it together if the wearer wished. He only smiled as she grabbed his hand and drug him to school, his free hand holding his latest wig to his head. A black with an emover, barely covering his eye, the back spiked out slightly.
At school, Zim was the talk of the day among his peers. Everyone was enjoying greatly his change in style, deciding that it was a change for the better from mimicking Dib's outfits everyday. Dib was tongue-tied as the alien and his sister passed, hand in hand, Gaz actually humming quietly. The song was nothing bright-not that one would figure she would hum about anything happy-but it was the fact that it was reverberating from her throat that had his breath caught in his throat.
During the break between 5th and 6th period, Zim found himself slammed up against the wall of the men's room, a glaring and growling Dib in his face. Zim simply smirked up at him. "Hello, Dib."
"What the fuck, Zim?" Dib glared down at him, trying to decide between kneeing the Irken in the nuts or punching him in the teeth. "What. The. Fuck?" Zim simply stared up at him, that smug smirk on his face.
"What do you mean, Dib?" Zim put emphasis on the fact that he could comfortably call him by his name, no degrading words attached. Zim found that the more pride he put into his sentences instead of his looks and body language, the more Dib could make him feel insecure by pointing out his in….secure…feelings. Yes, the more he ranted and raved, the more he found he hated Dib.
"What the hell have you been doing with my sister? Why the fuck did you change? What the fuck are you up to?" Dib held the shorter teen's gaze, his anger and confidence faltering slightly as a fierce look rose in Zim's ruby eyes like a wildfire, raging with determined power.
"I'm fucking with you, DIB. What did you think I was doing? Taking a walk through the park? Prancing around in the daisies?" He grabbed Dib's hands with his own, pushing the huuman off of him and standing up strait. "It's fun, because you squirm when I squeeze you." The Irken brought his face to eye level with Dib, his serpentine tongue slithering out to like his green lips eagerly. "You enjoy it when I squeeze you, remember…?" Tracing a finger in circles on Dib's chest, he smirked. Dib was speechless, the glare spread across his features colliding with confusion and slight sexual anticipation. Zim was making it very hard to hate him…
"What…what the hell ever…" came Dib's meek response as his hand reached up to slap Zim's away. He adverted his eyes to the nearby wall, preferring to stare at the grimy tiles than Zim's enticing eyes. "You're just…" His mind didn't want to work for him as his gaze rounded back to Zim's face, glaring at the wicked yet pleased look that was plastered on the green skin. "…stupid."
"Ah…resorting to name calling, are we Dib?" Zim clacked his tongue, shaking his head sadly. "So sad. So childish. So pathetic…" Cackling deeply, his glare darkened. "Dib, you're going to regret it." He pushed himself away from the huuman, turning on his heels and heading for the exit.
"Regret what…?" Dib asked, curiosity getting the best of him as he turned to watch the teen leave. Zim stopped momentarily, his claws on the handle.
"Regret the day you decided to refuse Zim." The Irken snarled before leaving.
Dib stood there, staring numbly as the door shut, not really noticing the bell as it rang, warning all the students that they would be late for class.