Alright, so, this chapter was finished/edited in a bit of a hurry. I had to get it up so I would feel the nice feeling of progress, that would help me get back into writting fanfics and not abandon my stuff and lose all my wonderful... What shall I call you? Followers? Watchers?... Just 'reviewers'... Maybe I'll call you my pineapples? :D How about that? I like pineapples...
And you can probably tell that I'm dead tired. Its mid-night, and my life is quite busy again... I'm uploading this and then getting some much needed sleep. Please point out any errors I missed. Constructive critisim is highly appreciated. If you read, review, or I'll send clowns to stab you, okay? :3
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When Dib slowly and softly woke up to early light coming in through his strange windows in bars, he felt better then he had in a very long time. It had been too long since he'd last gotten some sleep. He'd needed that.
The glowing blue numbers on his digital clock said he had time to spare, so he just lay there in his comfy, warm bed for a few more minutes, mind and body feeling hazy, and comfy, before he finally sat up and stretched.
He rubbed his eyes, and looked around his room of dark black and blues, like the colors of bruises that were always present somewhere on his body, and immediately, he saw his laptop where he'd set it on the floor beside his bed.
Guilt and shame and abnormal thoughts of Zim began to tickle his mind, but he shoved them out. It was too early. Not now.
Ignoring it wouldn't make it go away though. Dib wasn't one for such... Self gratification, as looking at, well, porn. He'd never done anything like that, and he couldn't get it out of his head. After he'd realized what he'd done, he'd felt absolutely condemned.
However, after his good night's sleep, his lack of judgement from last night was fading slightly from memory, only a faint reminder in the back of his mind and the now more muted sting of self-punishment. That was how he planned to make it stay. He intended to leave it at that and forget it ever happened.
He would just shut off that particular camera's feed from his computer, maybe even find a way to remove it from the alien's base altogether.
It had been an accident. He hadn't known that was Zim's grooming bay. It was just an embarrassing little accident.
And since he'd never experienced 'stimulation' in that certain way before, he could even choose to fake innocence at the idea of being attracted to Zim, and say he didn't know WHAT he'd felt while watching.
-He LIKED Zim, very, very much...more then a normal friend, maybe, he'd never had friends. But... Attraction... Seemed... Overboard.-
It was scientific fascination, just as it had always been and was more or less made to stay.
There. Whole problem solved. Denial sure made things easy!
There was no lust, he told himself, just... A desire for a... 'close, cuddly' semi-romantic friendship...
Even that could be considered pretty wrong to many people. Best not to push it. Not yet.
What day was it? Thursday? Friday?
The weekend was coming. He really hoped that maybe he and Zim could go do something together Saturday or Sunday. Just hanging out and talking or something would be very nice.
A date...
No. At least... he wouldn't call it that...
But a rose by any other name is still a rose.
Dib smiled to himself, humming cheerfully as he finally got up to get ready for school.
He felt quite good after getting some sleep. His problems quickly faded right out of mind.
His weekday mornings were a routine; Shower, get dressed, brush teeth, make hair look cool, check to ensure he had everything needed in his backpack, eat a bit (not enough) of breakfast, as quickly as possible before he absolutely had to leave.
Dib didn't take the buss. He'd stopped doing that as soon as it was legally acceptable for him to walk. It made getting to school less of an ordeal of torture and pain at the hands of his peers. Gaz didn't like that rumbling, yellow, sardine-can of a vehicle either, she complained about the noise and jostling and annoying people, so it suited both of them perfectly well, to see each other to school. It gave Dib a chance to talk to his sister, even if she rarely ever spoke back or listened.
For some reason, despite her lack of interest, Dib ALWAYS made sure to talk with her about something. He wasn't sure if he was talking for the sake of communication, or just trying very hard to be a good big brother and see if he could get her to cheer up a bit.
Dib knew she rarely cared about him, and often acted annoyed by his mere presence, but that was how she responded to everything, and everyone. Gaz didn't hate him. She was just troubled. Dib was too, but in different ways.
Their lives were hard on them. It had changed them. Dib had grown needy and fearful and clingy; desperate. Gaz sealed herself off, toughened up, and ceased to care about anything. Dib was pretty sure she'd had some level of depression since she was a toddler. And he knew what depression was like. At times he worried for her will to live. Dib was one of plenty of teens who had mildly considered the option of suicide- more then once, though never too seriously. Now and then, when things were really bad, he'd still wonder about the concept of death, and killing one's self, from afar, but he'd promised himself to avoid even REALLY considering the action, and had the self-discipline to hold to that. He just wished he knew how Gaz was, and how to support her. He wanted to do a good job in his role as her brother.
In short, the Membrane children had a terrible father, Dib refused to be like him. He did his very best to make up for their parents negligence with the only thing he was particularly good at; talking. Lots and lots and lots of talking, on, and on, and on, and...
So it was strange, that today, Dib seemed to be off in his own world. He said nothing half-way to school, when Gaz finally noticed and began to get suspicious or curious, and gave in.
"You're awfully quiet."
The boy deadpanned, losing whatever he was thinking about as he fell back into reality.
"Oh, yeah, I suppose I have been huh?"
"Thinking about Zim again?" She seemed to scoff, but it wasn't very clear.
"Mm hmm." He nodded, then went quiet again. Gaz raised her eyebrows and actually bothered to look up at him.
"He must be planning something pretty big if you're too worried to rant like an idiot about it."
"No... It's not that..."
There was another pause. The violet haired girl looked off to the side. She didn't care for this quiet. It wasn't normal and she hated stepping out of her comfort zone.
"So, are you guys still enemies, or have you finally confessed your undying, creepy-stalker love to him?"
Dib paled. Was she teasing, or did she know something?
"It's not like THAT!" He whined, fighting for something to say. Gaz seemed to get a little more interested now that Dib was so defensive, and she made eye contact as he stuttered, her expression appearing unimpressed.
"We're just... Having a truce... Seeing if we can work out being... Friends."
Gaz didn't buy it, and gave her older sibling a 'get real' look.
"So, in other words, you're... Are you guys... dating?"
"No!"
"...Have you asked him out?"
"No! What on earth gave you these ideas?"
Gaz smirked deviously. "Because I think it's pretty funny with how weird you both are, and it kinda makes sense; your a teenager now, plus whenever you look at Zim it's like you're trying to mentally rape him."
Dib's face went from pale to red.
"I do NOT!"
"You don't what?" Gaz grinned wider. She was having fun with this now.
"You KNOW what! I don't look at him like that!..."
He turned away, before murmuring, out of worried curiosity;
"Do I?"
"Like I said, you seriously look like you're planning to rape him. Or at least undress him or do SOMETHING I won't wanna see to him... Something baaaaad."
Dib whined in frustration.
"But it's not LIKE that..."
"What is it like?" Gaz had stopped grinning quite so much, but still seemed amused, hands in her pockets.
"And don't lie Dib. I know you too well for that to work."
Dib stared at his feet for several seconds as they walked, before gathering the courage to admit what he'd only just barely stopped denying to himself a couple months ago.
"I LIKE him, and... I... wanna be with him... I don't know... Maybe like... d-dating, I just need to be around him, and I don't know how to explain what I feel towards him."
"Yeah, that's nice, but what about Zim?"
Dib didn't answer right away. "What about Zim?" He echoed back, in essence, asking what she wanted to know and why it was important. Gaz sighed as if he were stupid.
"Have you told him anything?"
"Yeah... He's... He's Thinking about it."
Gaz nodded and chuckled.
"Can't wait to see how this turns out. I bet you five dollars that if Zim does get together with you, or anyone for that matter, he'll be hilariously awful at any form of affection and romance."
Dib had to smile at that, and the accompanying mental images of Zim ordering his lover around like a slave, or being his usual over-dramatic self when it came to more intimate things.
"Hmh, probably..." Dib was quiet again for a minute, then frowned. "You, you won't tell anyone right? About me an Zim? I mean, it's kindof... Even I think it's... Kinda wierd... You, you know?"
Gaz shrugged. "WE are weird Dib. And the world already knows it. But, I'll promise not to tell dad. He would easily find a hundred different reasons to KILL you."
Dib groaned and nodded.
"One more thing," Gaz added as they approached the school. Dib gave her his attention, listening up for what she had to say.
"For your own safety, remind Zim not to bite your face off when you kiss."
"I told you, it's not like that." Dib growled, scowling. Gaz just gave him another odd look.
"Are you kidding? Dib, if Zim were a human girl, you two would have a BABY."
"Gaz!-"
The younger teen smirked again at her brother. "See you later."
With that she walked off ahead, up the machine-strait concrete path to school, leaving Dib a little more anxious then before. He went up the steps into the smelly building, mentally dodging anyone who looked at him, and glancing at each person he passed with a sense of fear. Gaz was great at making a boy with low self-esteem feel even more self-conscious.
Dib's good mood he'd woken up with had been beaten and drugged. Now he felt a sense of having broken some law.
Zim was an alien, and oh how badly he wanted to be with him. Gaz had suggested that he 'wanted' Zim in other ways too, and his inability to refute that made him feel twisted and afraid of consequences, and his own questionable sanity.
Even so, his mind quickly fell back into the train of thought whose tracks had been worn so very deeply into him.
"Where's Zim? Is he here today? Or will he just be late again? I haven't seen him yet."
ZimZimZimZimZim
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Dib wasn't the only one who'd started out feeling cheerful on that fine, but far-too-hot summer morning; however Zim's mood had nothing to do with a good night's sleep.
Still no transmissions.
As glad as he was for the end to the abuse and endless work he'd suffered, he was getting worried. Not only had no one called, but his own messages weren't getting through, no matter WHERE he called, in the entire Irken network.
That had NEVER happened. In all of HISTORY, period.
However, this meant that Zim was definitely going to have some time for his new plan. He hadn't done very much research yet, but he HAD bothered to look into a few little things humans did to show their bond-
He spent about two minutes on google. Because he was lazy. BUT STILL AMAZING!
He planned to do one of these little actions to show Dib he'd agreed to try out what they'd spoken of, and as a surprise, he wouldn't let Dib see it coming! He couldn't wait to see the -happy and honored- look on the boy's face when he offered one of the human's own species' primitive signs of affections.
"He'd better be honored..."
Zim grinned to himself, feeling a strange sort of excitement he hadn't ever felt before, at the thought of what he was going to do.
Stealthily he walked down the skool hall that day in smooth, contained, inconspicuous movements, eyes searching for his target.
Multiple people gave him very odd looks and kept their distance, but Zim ignored them all.
Spiky hair, black trench coat, huge glasses, looked like some sort of fluffy, cuddly version of a geeky secret agent; there Dib was, putting his things away in his locker. A smirk grew across the alien's face as he crept up behind the unsuspecting human, expression like a cat with a mouse.
A fluffy, nerdy, secret agent mouse... With glasses.
Given that Zim was an Irken, and had a naturally more violent nature, and no knowledge or experience in the area he was now attempting to tread in, Dib was not too surprised when he thought back later in life, to just how badly the Irken messed up that moment.
Zim purred to himself in anticipation.
The alien stepped quickly up behind the boy with a feral, maniac grin, swung his arm out in a low arc, and
-SLAP-
Dib gave a funny screech, jumping so he almost smacked his head into the locker, before whipping around defensively, one hand moving down to cover his now stinging butt.
Zim just smiled gleefully back at the boy's look of dead shock, looking much too proud of himself, appearing to be anticipating praise, or a reward.
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When Dib started yelling and ran at Zim, chasing the poor, confused alien half-way around the school before deciding it wasn't worth it and hurrying to class, Zim began to wonder if he might possibly have done something wrong.
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Class had already started when Dib walked in, face reddened, head hung in embarrassment, quickly shuffling into his seat without a word. Everyone went quiet and watched him, and the unwanted attention made him feel sick, until at last Ms. Bitters finally started talking again.
Dib tuned out, falling into his own thoughts.
Zim had just slapped his ass! What the hell! Never before had he done anything like that! It wasn't playful or funny, (or was it? Zim had been grinning like a demon.) it was just... Annoying, confusing, kind of insulting, seemingly meaningless, and utterly stupid. Standard Zim- but he'd never done that before! Not to anyone! That, that was just... Frisky...was that the word? It was something drunk guys did to bar-tender-ladies... Wait a minute...
How much did Zim know about what he just did? Did this have something to do with Dib's... Request?
Was Zim going to play around with his emotions now? Make fun of him, over his plea for a relationship? Dirty, stupid, cruel alien!
Dib already had his head laid on his desk, arms folded around it as if for protection. He picked himself up an inch to slam his forehead back down noisily, inflicting pain to deal with frustration. Self abuse was becoming more and more common for him, especially with his recent stress. This time nobody turned and looked.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid alien... And my butt still stings too... Man he really smacked me...'
Dib pressed his face deeper into his arms, to hide his embarrassed, red color.
It was a full minute later before the door slowly opened a second time and the smaller, green-skinned being slowly peeked around the door, with comic nervousness, ensuring that his enemy was not waiting in ambush, before flying to hide behind his desk. He remained crouched down, watching Dib, before gingerly sliding into his seat.
Dib never looked up from where his face was hidden by his arms. However Zim could see that his funny, round 'ear-things', and the back of his fragile, juicy neck, were both flushed from an increased pulse, or some... emotion. Zim wasn't sure how it worked. He just knew the boy was all scarlet from something.
Apparently though, what he'd done in the hall just now, was probably NOT what he was supposed to do. Huh. Oops.
Dib looked up once or twice to glance at Zim, and attempt to glare, but he was never able to, and would feel pressured to quickly look away, feeling overheated. Was he... Was he blushing? Oh please no...
Whoever was in the hallway had seen what Zim had done, and now he was blushing. The last thing he needed was the rumors that would be started from this. He seriously needed to calm down.
Speaking of rumors, not only was Zim an alien, but most of earth considered him a, well, a 'him', a male. Dib had come to question that for a laundry list of reasons, and was quite positive by now, that at the very least, Irkens were... Different from humans in some way... As far as gender was concerned.
Still, their potential relationship was way too political for the insecure boy to handle having his rear slapped in public.
'Dammit Zim...'
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It was pointless to take notes on what the teacher was saying, because it was always just another theory on how the world was going to end; if Dib hadn't already heard said theory a hundred times from his scientist father, he'd heard it somewhere else, or sometimes they were just downright nonsense.
The human could feel Zim staring at him through the entire class, as if his gaze were meant to take Dib apart, see what made him tick. Dib's response was to sit there rather miserably, feeling anxious and sick and sweaty.
'stop staring at me! It's not fair! IM supposed to stare at YOU! WHY are you staring at me?'' His thoughts were unheard and unanswered.
Zim's fake eyes took their time in analyzing his potential 'mate'. Or was the term 'boyfriend'? Psh. That sounded stupid, not to mention that if Zim wanted Dib, he wanted him to be his and his alone. 'Boyfriend' sounded like their bond would be something easily broken. Mate, if Zim understood correctly, was much more solid and dependable, and this would probably offer more control, whatever it meant. Either way, Zim wanted this set in stone before they even started doing any activities together.
'I'll strap a leash on him if I must. But he already follows Zim so faithfully, it would be unnecessary.'
The Irken cocked his head. How was it that a species so generally ugly and dumb, could produce such a trophy of cleverness, physical abilities of speed and strength, not to mention, well, Dib certainly wasn't ugly.
The fact that this 'gem of the human race' was not only completely unguarded, but unrecognized, abused, and just begging to be claimed, only made Dib that much more deliciously irresistible to the interested conqueror.
'Yes... If anyone were to be worthy... I suppose it would be him. I must admit, he's a lot more appealing, generally speaking, then quite a few of my OWN species.'
Dib had the build of an Irken. Slimmer to the front and sides, and skinny in general, but very strong, his muscle mass just didn't show. Long, thin limbs, same for his fingers, though he had more of them then Zim- five on each hand instead of three. FIVE. The alien wasn't sure if that was disturbing or didn't matter, but it was at least noticeable.
'What could one need so many digits for? Wouldn't extra limbs be more useful then extra fingers?'
Dib's face was angular in a way that showed his frequent lack of food, but only just enough. His cheeks weren't sunk enough to be ugly, just sharper looking. And he was so expressive. Zim could read him so well by now. Large, naturally fearful-looking eyes, with so many shades of brown, red, and honey gold, Dib's eyes told Zim everything.
When Dib looked up at the teacher from where he'd been pretending he was invisible, Zim's eyes traced over the boy's nose; a strange looking thing, he would have fun playfully trying to bite it off; then Dib's jaw line, then his ears. Zim liked Dib's ears. Funny, rounded satellite dishes, flat against the earthling's head, Zim would have fun biting at those to.
Come to think of it, Zim realized he'd probably have fun just chewing on Dib in general. He looked chewy... Not that Zim wanted to eat him, but he did want to have some... puppy-scuffles. 'Hehe, fun...'
This WOULD be fun, wouldn't it?
And -gasp- did this mean Zim could play with Dib's HAIR? Zim almost squealed a little, again breaking out into a devilish grin. That beautiful, fluffy, silky head-fur... Ahh, mammals. Gotta love em. 'Hairiness' was decidedly not good by most races, but 'fluffiness' was another matter entirely. Zim's own personal preference, was that fur was, for lack of a more 'irkenly' term, cute. He found the texture luxurious. Zim was just glad he didn't have anything so high-maintenance attached to his own body. And then there was that scythe lock that curved back like a mock antenna, could he just PLAY with all that? In his moment of boredom, a toy of the highest quality had thrown itself at him. Oh yes! Later, later TODAY, since he really had to stop procrastinating, he'd get Dib, find some place where they could be alone, and just toy with his limbs and hair for a while. That sounded relaxing. And fun. And controlling. Zim liked controlling. He'd just drag Dib- wait...
All of this would involve TOUCHING, wouldn't it?
Zim's cheerful smile was torn inside out into a look of anguish as his entire plan was shot down.
In one hundred and fifty years of life, Zim had only ever trusted one being enough to allow them within his personal space bubble, or to touch him for more then a second.
Gir. And Gir had been taken from him.
Touching? Ehhhh, no please. He'd pass.
Dib glanced over again, hearing Zim sigh almost longingly. His golded-amber eyes met the stare of fake grey-blue ones and the earthling turned away again, his almost-back-to-sickly-white skin turning reddish all over again.
Normally he would have accepted the challenge of a staring contest, but he just felt too on edge lately.
Zim's eyes continued tracing every inch of the other's slouched body in curiosity, but he was too afraid to consider any deeper exploration with physical contact.
The teacher droned on for an age before, once again, the lunch bell sounded. The class emptied in a rush, and for once Zim got up without sighing or looking too pained.
Dib glanced up at the sound of ringing, followed by cheering and hurried footsteps. His eyes fell on the lower, back part of the irken's long, almost knee-length uniform, and he glared, almost wanting to dash over and claim vengeance by returning the overly awkward gesture from earlier, smack Zim right back, but he didn't.
After a few seconds he got up and walked out.
Zim was nowhere to be found, somehow making himself scarce again, and Dib trekked down the hallway alone.
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The black-haired boy had just located his sister and sat down at the opposite end from her at the table she'd chosen, ready to see if the cafeteria's meal for today was edible, when another tray was crashed down right in front of him.
To say the very least, Dib was startled to jerk his head up and see Zim, slipping right into the seat directly across from him, and the human stared dumbly for a moment.
"Dib thing!" The lord of space drama addressed lowly slave-boy. Lowly slave boy gave him a funny look in return.
"Yes?"
Zim cleared his throat. For a moment he turned his head, eyes searching the room to ensure no one was listening, despite how loudly he was shouting, while he thought out how to word what he would say. Calm and dignified when he looked back, Zim began.
"I have become aware, that my actions this morning may have been mislead, and did not seem to covey the meaning I wished."
Zim gave the inferior being a good thirty seconds to try to translate what he'd said before continuing. Dib looked quite confused.
"According to my research, what I did was SUPPOSED to be sign of 'affection' which is a sign of the mateshippy bond between two of your kind, yes?"
Comprehension finally flowed into Dib's expression.
"You mean when you slapped me?"
"Yes, that."
Gaz smirked knowingly from the other side of the table.
"But anyway, what Zim was trying to express, is that I have AGREED to your proposal. We can TRY being in... What is it called?"
"... A... Relationship?"
"YES! YES THAT!"
Zim looked unreasonably proud of himself. Dib just stared with a strange look for quite a while. His mind was mixed between how incredibly ignorant Zim was of these things, and the fact that beyond all hope, Zim had just said yes.
Zim said yes.
They could try it.
Dib's eyes widened, and Zim looked even more pleased.
"Yes, be honored! Very honored. And, eh, perhaps you could suggest some other 'affection-thing', that would work better as a sign of our bond-ship? Since you clearly don't like what Zim chose?" Huffily, Zim used his tone to indicate that he thought Dib was just being difficult about this and didn't get what all the fuss was about.
Dib blushed and looked away for a second, mildly embarrassed. Inside he was still rejoicing, unable to quite believe it. Zim was really offering to try it... And now he even wanted to... 'do something' with Dib? His heart warmed even further at the offer of loving attention, but out of fear, he had to turn it down.
"We- we can't do anything in public Zim..."
The Irken frowned in confusion.
"I thought part of the point was to display that we were together, so no other filthies would attempt to get one of us... Showing ownership?"
"Well, yes and no... And n-not so early on."
Zim didn't understand. 'Not so early on?' what was that supposed to mean? That Dib wanted to have only a very vague relationship, after going so far to practically beg for it? Psh, foolish insecure Dib. Zim was in for all or nothing, and right now he had his mind set on all.
"But you are Zim's property now,"
At the other end of the table, Gaz was trying not to laugh.
Dib felt a fluttering sensation at Zim's statement. Coming from the invader, it was almost quite caring. The possessiveness was expected from Zim... Dib was worried about how far that might go, but... He kindof liked it... Maybe.
"And Zim will not tolerate anyone else attempting to court Dib- and you'd better not even CONSIDER checking out others! You are Zim's property. In my amazingness I have decided to try this 'luuuuv' thing, with you, and you should be honored! You WILL cooperate!"
Gaz had to try harder and harder not to burst into hysterics, smirking twitchily at how incredibly funny the scene was to her. Dib shot his sister an irritated look that did nothing, before turning back to Zim, wondering what he'd gotten into. He didn't regret it though.
For now, Zim seemed to be getting huffy and stubborn, so Dib decided to throw him off track.
"Right, right, whatever you say, so anyway, what were we talking about? Before this?"
Zim fell utterly blank.
"What? Uhm, I don't... Know..."
The alien glared stupidly at the table, and Dib felt satisfied that the awkwardness was gone for now.
The pause lasted seven seconds.
"Oh yeah!" Zim chirped suddenly. "We were discussing signs of affection!"
Zim smiled happily while poking at his food. Dib pouted, looking to the side, seeing how he'd barely stopped the weird conversation at all.
"What other physical things do humans do to bond-mates?"
Dib was getting frustrated with a cornered panicky feeling that he didn't understand.
"Things that really shouldn't be discussed in public." He answered very flatly, deciding it was a good time to go take a recess break.
He liked and longed for Zim in all the normal ways associated with 'love', but he had no experience in these things, and was naturally cautious. Besides, he really didn't want anyone to know yet that he had some rather unnatural attractions. This was ZIM he was talking about. It would be disturbingly easy to do something he might regret. Still, he didn't want to completely drop it.
"Why don't we talk after school?"
Dib got up to put his tray away. Feeling hot and heavy, it was definitely time for some fresh air.
Annoyed, Zim opened his mouth to snarl something, but then noticed something else apparently more important to say.
"The Dib cannot go out for recess! You ate nothing! NOTHING!"
The Irken wrung his hands in his usual over-dramatic fashion, earning him several odd looks from various people around the room.
"I'm not hungry. Besides, I doubt anyone would care if I starved."
...
"Zim supposes that is true... Yes, no one cares."
Ouch. So much for romantic gestures, or even friendly ones. And Dib wasn't in the mood to patiently explain 'no Zim, you're supposed to pretend that you care.' Forget that.
Rolling his eyes, Dib walked over to the garbage can across the room, dumped the rest of his food in- where it rightfully belonged, back to the dump from whence it came- and then, after putting his tray on the stack of dirtied ones, hurried for the hall.
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He swore he could sense Zim following him. Were those the alien's rushed footsteps against the tile, trying to catch up, a little ways back?
Dib turned a corner, glanced back over his shoulder to see no one, then started walking even faster. If Zim really was trying to catch up, whatever he had to say would just have to wait. Right now Dib was looking for some secluded place where he could shout, dance, fist-pump, squeal, and generally look like a very happy drunken idiot, over his victory, which had finally sunk in.
Zim said yes. And it seemed an overly eager yes too! Dib had never really thought that was even possible. He'd longed and dreamed about it, but, the reality of it... Zim even wanted to discuss 'signs of affection', he seemed interested in a way that might allow them to play around in that area. In other words, kisses, hugs, and other cuddly stuff, were within reach for the first time in Dib's life.
In all honesty, Dib had figured fate would treat his teenage years the same way it affected his childhood- with wretched cruelty. If he ever got a chance to date someone, he figured it would be the desperate person no one else would date, who would have so many problems that he'd want nothing to do with them.
Instead, he now had a freaking sexy, unnaturally fascinating, (and adorable on top,) irken invader, insisting the earthling was his property, and wanting everyone to know.
He got what he wanted when it really really mattered. For once in his life he was winning. For once in so long he was HAPPY.
Dib almost felt lightheaded and faint, but that he refused to acknowledge. Fainting was for girls.
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The more reviews I get, the more encouraged I am to spend more time on this and update sooner. And feel free to suggest what should be the first 'sign of affection' that Dib explains to Zim/Zim experiments on Dib or whatev. Not saying I'll do it, but, you never know. I'll see what works. ;D
(forces random Zim and Dib chibi's to kiss each other for your amusement)
Dib: What the- HOLY ****! THE ALIEN'S GUNNA SPIT EGGS INTO MY THROAT TO MY STOMMACH LIKE IN THE ONE MOVIE! *pushing Zim away*
Zim: ._. Wut?
Swordmouse: *makes them kiss again*
XD I'm way too tired right now. Forgive me...