Hey everyone! I decided for anonymous review entries, I'll post them as chapters for this. I did not, repeat DID NOT, write this. This was written by InvaderVyn, as an entry for this writing contest! ^^

Clunk! Licorice's school bag hit the wooden chair with a thud. "Ms. Bitters... Ugh!" said the teenager. She pulled off her green sweater and plopped down at the table.

"What is wrong?" Zim had appeared silently at the door to his kitchen.

"That damn Ms. Bitters!" Licorice growled uncharacteristically. "She told me that my story was CRAP!"

A look of interest spread across Zim's green-tinged features. "Really?" inquired the Irken.

"Well, no," Licorice admitted, brushing her long black hair from her red eyes. "She said 'the worst thing to taint my vision since Dib wore low-rise jeans'."

"Ouch," Zim winced, trying to block the painful image. "That's harsh."

The Neko only nodded weakly and slumped down farther. Her red eyes filled with tears.

"No, don't cry," Zim urged.

"Why?" asked the taller girl. "Sometimes you have to, Zim." She rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, stifling the sobs. They came anyway and wracked her lean body. Zim just wrapped strong green arms around her shoulders and let her lean into his chest. Even though the tears burnt his flesh, the Irken gritted his interlocking teeth and held on for the sake of the girl who he felt such strange affection for.

Smelling a burning odor, Licorice glanced up, make-up running down her pale face. "W-what's that?" she questioned shudderingly.

"Nothing, nothing," replied Zim hurriedly, shifting his hoodie to hide the scorch marks.

"I've been hurting you!" she exclaimed, upset. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He gazed down at his black-Converse-clad feet and mumbled something incoherent. Licorice's resulting glare caused him to blurt out, "I didn't want to look weak in front of you!"

The teenager threw back her head and laughed. "How... could… you… look… BAD?" she gasped in between giggles.

"Because…" Zim twirled an antennae around a slender finger. "Zim may or may not have a little… crush on Licorice."

"Oh really?" purred the half-cat, twirling her tail rather fetchingly. (Pun totally intended!)

Zim once again fixed his glare on his feet, like he was blaming them for the problem. "Yes," he ground out. "Licorice..."

"Yes?" she replied simply.

"Would you... ah… like to be Zim's love pig?" he requested awkwardly.

A grin broke out on the taller girl's pale face. "Yes, Zim. And you mine."

He closed the distance between them. Licorice noted that he was an EXTREMELY good kisser. She stroked his lekku, eliciting a gasp from the Irken. Maybe she wasn't too bad herself.

She pulled away and bit her lip saucily, ears perking up at the thought of FINALLY being with Zim.

Well, some things ARE worth the wait.

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I hope you like!

Thank you InvaderVyn! ^^ I'm not going to judge or give ANYTHING away just yet, because I don't want to... .well. Give anything away.