"Yes! Of course he's an alien!" I exclaimed. "...But Rae isn't. SHE'S PERFECTLY NORMAL. Just with a skin condition. Right, Rae?" I elbowed her gently.
Rae looked confused. "What? I'm not normal anymore, I'm an Irken. Remember? Yesterday we went to Zim's house and-"
I clasped a hand over her mouth before she could contine. "Uh, she's insane."
Mae frowned, unconvined. "Then let her take the hat off."
"Can I, Rina? This hat is ITCHY. It was fine with hair, but having it against skin makes it itchy."
"NO!" I burst out. "Erm, I mean... she has a disease, remember?"
"I do?" Rae asked. "Am I gonna die?"
"...YES YOU ARE." "I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
"...Right..." Mae muttered. "I'll just be leaving now." She walked ahead of us, and disappeared behind a house, quietly humming the original "Pokemon" theme song.
"Let's go to Zim's house," I suggested. "He won't like it, but since when do we care?"
Rae shrugged, and began singing the "Pokemon" theme song. "I wanna be the very best like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause!"
We walked up to the door, and surprisingly, the lawn gnomes didn't shoot at us. Maybe they were only programmed to do that when Dib was around. They were obviously enemies, so that probably had something to do with it. I knocked on the door, and the robo-parents answered it. "Welcome home, son!" they greeted in unison. But then the "mother" held up a toothbrush. "Now go brush your teeth!" As she attempted to shove the toothbrush down my throat, I ducked and ran inside, Rae following behind me.
We looked around the livingroom. GIR and Zim were sitting on the couch, watching TV. They seemed oblivious of the fact that Rae and I had come in. I took a step forward, and Zim's antenna perked up. He turned and spotted us. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT OF MY BASE!" GIR grinned and started waving like a spazz. "Hi!"
Rae grinned. "Hello, GIR."
I frowned. "Why should we? You may have crucial information that could be useful to-"
"Being a human's overrated," Rae interrupted, yawning. "Now will you little girls shut up so I can play leap-frog with GIR?"
"ZIIIM IS NO HUMAN GIRL!" Zim screamed angrily.
I rolled my eyes. "Is that why you wear a dress?"
"That's not a dress!" Zim objected.
"Then what is it?" Rae asked. "It's the Irken uniform! Wearing it means I am important to the empire." "Pff, that is so a dress," Rae said, cracking up. We both started laughing.
"SILENCE!" Zim yelled, but we continued to laugh.
GIR skipped over to me, and randomly gave me a hug. "I wanna go home with yooh!"
"Great. We can go get tacos," I said sarcastically, but I was grinning. "Oooh. Zim, it looks like GIR likes her better. Sorry, dude," Rae said. "Nonsense! GIR is my minion! He would never like a FILTHY human!" Zim objected.
GIR stuck his tongue out. "But I do like her better! She has tacos!" Zim blinked. "Wh-what?"
"He said he likes Rina better!" Rae said.
I picked GIR up. "C'mon, let's go to Krazy Taco, okay?" I unzipped my backpack and set him inside. "Yay!" GIR cheered.
We walked outside, and Rae began to walk in the direction of her house. "I'll see you guys later! I've gotta work on some homework, and then go to cheerleading practice, and right after that I've got a softball game."
"See ya later," I said as I began walking towards my house. "
We'll get my bike so we can get there faster," I told GIR as I snuck into the garage. I grabbed a bright red back, slammed a helmet over my head, and got on. I began pedaling for several minutes until I reached the city. I stopped at a sidewalk to take a break. I could feel GIR poke my back. "We der yet?"
"Not... yet..." I panted.
"But I see the ponyyy!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" I muttered, and then began pedaling again. I could see the Krazy Taco sign, and after a minute or two of pedaling, I dismounted in the parking lot. I went inside, ordered three tacos (two for GIR and one for myself), and then walked outside. I set my backpack on the ground and unzipped it just enough so that I could see GIR and hand him his meal. "Yay!" GIR cheered as he devoured the tacos. I slowly ate mine, while GIR had already eaten his. "Marina?" GIR asked.
I took another bite out of my taco. "Yes?"
"Can we go back and see masta?"
"Zim?"
"Yeaaaaah."
"...I don't know, GIR... He doesn't like me much."
"Yes he does, Susan!"
"My name is Marina. And no he doesn't."
"You two play together. YOU SUCH GOOD FWIENDS!"
"We're not friends, GIR," I said, trying to explain. "See, we hate each other. We're enemies, I guess. Even though I've only known him for two days. But we don't like each other. It's called hate."
"I WANNA GO SEE MASTA!" GIR flew out of my backpack, and lifted me up under my arms. He began flying back towards Zim's base (or where he thought it was). "My bike! GIR, NO! You're going the wrong way!" I screamed. "Put me down!"
GIR stopped flying, but hovered in place. "Which way?"
I reluctantly pointed in the direction of my neighborhood, and he began flying that way.
GIR set me down at the door of Zim's base, and GIR landed inside my backpack. "You gotta say you're sooooorry," GIR whispered.
"For what?" I demanded.
"For stealing me!" I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Heya!" Rae greeted when I turned around. "Turns out I didn't have a softball game after all! Figured you'd be here."
"...Right. Hi, Rae." I knocked on the door.
"GO AWAY," replied Zim's muffled voice.
I shrugged. "Well, I tried." I began to turn to walk away, but then GIR started whispering again.
"Say sooooorry!"
"I don't want to. Why should I?"
"You stooooole me."
"Did not! You came with me willingly!"
Rae slapped my arm. "BE THE BIGGER PERSON. Go apologize!"
I rubbed my arm where she had slapped me. "But-"
"GO."
I grudgingly knocked on the door again. "Zim, let me in!"
"NO. GO AWAY BEFORE I GET THE GNOMES TO-"
I kicked the door open before he could finish threating us. I frowned at what I saw. Zim was on the couch, looking very lazy. He was surrounded by snacks, and was staring at the television screen. This was a completely different Zim from what I had seen two hours ago. This had been a drastic change.
"...Zim?" I asked.
"I thought I told you to go away!" Zim yelled as he stood up, dusting a few snacks off himself.
Rae watched quietly, and GIR acted as if he wasn't in my backpack. He had dragged me here to see stupid Zim and now he wasn't even going to talk to him? That was frustrating.
"I didn't want to be here! Your stupid robot wouldn't let me leave," I grumbled.
"...GIR?" Zim asked. GIR didn't respond.
"Yes, GIR."
"Don't talk to me about GIR!"
"But he's right here in my backpack!"
I began taking my backpack off, but GIR reminded me quietly, "Masta's sad. Say soooorry!" I stopped taking it off. "Erm... Zim?" I muttered.
"What do you want, Filthy?"
"I-I'm..." I started, and clenched my fists in frustration. I turned to Rae. "I CAN'T DO THIS."
Rae pulled a laser from her PAK. "What about now?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Curse you..." I muttered, then turned back to Zim, who was looking very confused. "Zim, I'm... I'm s-sorr-... SORRY. NOW WILL YOU TAKE GIR SO I CAN LEAVE?" I shoved the backpack in his face, and then turned to leave. I was almost out the door when I heard a thump, and whirled around to realize that Zim had thrown the backpack at me. "GET OUT!" Zim exclaimed, exasperated.
"...Did you even look inside?" I asked.
"No. Now leave, HU-MAN!"
I picked the backpack up.
"Give him a hug," GIR suggested.
"No... Never!" I protested.
"Yes, hug him!" Rae said.
"Who are you talking to?" Zim demanded. "Tell Zim!"
"GIR! WE ARE TALKING TO GIR," I told him. "...You're insane."
"Said the one who's obsessed with world domination," Rae muttered. She pointed the laser at me again. "Now, hug him!"
"I hate you, Rae..." I grumbled. But I didn't want her to kill me just because I didn't hug someone... even if it was a disgusting alien. I quickly walked over to Zim, gave him a quick hug, and then instantly withdrew, biting my tongue in disgust.
"GAH! FILTH!" Zim screamed and fell over, pretending to be unconcious.
"...You killed him..." GIR muttered.
I rolled my eyes. "He's faking it. I can tell." It was pretty obvious, but when you have the IQs of GIR and Rae, it's hard to tell.
"He's DEAD!" GIR said.
I poked Zim. "Wake up. I know you're not really unconcious."
Zim opened one eye. "No." He closed it again.
Rae suddenly grinned. "...This is like 'Sleeping Beauty'!" She nudged me. "You know what you've gotta do!"
My eyes widened. "WHAT THE HECK! NO!"
GIR started giggling and jumped out of my backpack. "Kiss him! Kiiiiiiss ma-sta!"
Rae and GIR started chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
"NOOOOO!" I screamed. The very thought made me want to vomit. Zim opened both of his eyes and quickly leapt to his feet. "No! NONONONONONONONO!" Rae frowned. "Aww. He's awake. Nevermind than, I guess." GIR hugged Zim randomly. "GIR?"
"Yes, GIR! I told you, moron!" I yelled.
"Right. Now get out," Zim growled as he pulled a laser from his PAK. Why was Zim so obsessed with lasers?