Probably no anonymous reviews in this one, since i just posted the last one. Not unless they review before I'm done writing the chapter. I just really want to get to where I can do another flashback! I usually like to put at least 3 chapters in between the flashbacks, but the next one is one I'm looking forward to!
Gaz sat and pouted more as the Meanie Greenie walked into the cave. She was proud of herself for coming up with that name. She thought it was funny that he was green and she was all purple and stuff.
She smiled, then remembered that she was supposed to be all mad, so she pouted again. She looked up at her new best friend, the little bubble-robot bouncing between the trees. It looked really fun!
He had fallen asleep while hopping from tree to tree. Looking at him, sleeping and bouncing, she began to yawn herself. She fought to keep her eyes open, then suddenly felt cold. She used the special powers she knew she had to warm up her blood stream a little, but it didn't do much good for long. She was too tired to keep it up and it kept getting colder. The colder it got, the harder it was to stay warm.
She looked over at the cave and pursed her lips, thinking. She really didn't want to go in there, but she was really cold.
She thought about what the meanie did. He had thrown her off of Steve and made him go away. Gaz didn't like that. But, he had helped her make her fingers stop hurting from the pretty lights. 'Look, don't touch,' she thought to herself, nodding, her lips still pursed.
He had also given her the yummy fruit. And he gave her the meat. He had also helped her up when she had tripped over branches.
She decided he wasn't that bad. Maybe he was just grumpy. Maybe he was sad that he didn't get to eat the happy fruit.
She got up, said to the snoring Gir, and crawled into the cave. Greenie was asleep. Gaz watched his chest rise and fall slowly for a moment, then crawled up to the pretty light, happy to be in the warmth. She reached her hand out to it, then halted. 'Look, don't touch,' she thought, then nodded. She looked over at Greenie again. For a reason unknown to her, she felt a flash of resentment. She thought she heard a scary sounding voice in her head, snarling at the sight of him. The voice was familiar.
She realized it sounded like her own, only darker. She remembered that she was a grumpy-guss without the happy fruit. She'd have to find more. It must have been wearing off.
She crawled up to Greenie and leaned down to listen to his breathing. She could her his heart, or whatever was there for his species, beating slowly. It was relaxing.
So relaxing, she decided to just lay down right there. She fell asleep quickly, soothed by slow breathing and a warm, crackling fire.
(Annoying middle-of-story author's note: Naww, how romantic!)
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Gaz woke up early in the morning, feeling groggy. She soon realized that her head was on a soft surface. She looked. Her eyes grew wide and she stood quickly, then most of the events of the past few days flooded into her mind. She grew angry and looked down at Zim.
She kicked his head as hard as she could and he woke with a start. He clutched his head and looked up at her angrily with his ruby-red eyes.
"What? Still angry about Steve?"
"Who the hell is Steve? I'm angry because I'm freaking PURPLE!"
Well, I guess the loopiness wore off.
"No der, Einstein, just figure that out yourself?"
"Who's Einstein?"
She grunted.
She stalked out of the cave and crossed her arms, looking at her surroundings. She saw Gir playing with a rabbit-like creature that she recognized for some reason. She had no idea why, but she knew it would taste delicious if cooked over a fire. She shrugged and turned toward the cave when she heard Zim coming out.
I'm going ot kick your ass today, she said, matter-of-factly.
He sighed. I'm sure you will. he turned towards Gir, picked him up, and walked through the trees, holding Gir under his arm like a football. He stopped a little ways away, then looked at her over his shoulder and grinned.
"But it was worth it."
Gaz snarled, blushing a bit when she remembered where she had woken up this morning. She wondered if he knew anything about it.
She hated him. So. Freaking. Much.