CoMmEnTs . . . that took an unbelievable amount of time to write right there, if that's hard to believe. Sad, huh?
cheddarbiscuit
Chapter 15
The threesome you were "accidentally adding to the story": GretchenXDibXTak. But please, don't do it. I will *not* be dissappointed if you don't, and really, I'd be shocked and completely mortified if you *did.*
What guess am I on now? Nine? I feel I should make one to stand on ceremony. Guess nine: Tak is in Siberia. I think my guesses are losing their pizazz.
Actual chapter: Fight scene was good, but generally, I try to avoid having two separate fights going on at once. Because, in this situation at least, it leaves the reader wondering about what kind of logic Dib used to make GIR blow up the robot, but what ever.
Zim protecting Gaz from the explosion was cute. But not cute enough to make up for the fact that there is no Tak.
Also, the closing comments were funny.
LOL. You'll have to see about that. I won't reveal anything that is explained in later chapters.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're on 9.
9. Why Siberia? And no.
YAY! I'M FUNNY!
My gosh people, HERE:
TWO MORE CHAPTERS, OKAY?
There. Now scream with your girlish joy (whether any of you are male of female).
pureflowersand2684
Chapter 15
I love the story. I also like when you bring in all the characters even though it mostly revolves around the couples. But I'm kinda missing minimoose here and there. Oh and another thing is there going to be other pairing or just zim and gaz? I'm also missing the daily life comments that usually come with the chapters, but still it's a very good series, keep up the good work, tata. ;)
Oh, that little floating ball of mass destruction. He's running around SOMEWHERE.
Dear reader, pairings in my story are revealed in the chapters, not within my comments.
HOWEVER, the COMMENTS thing I can surely help you with. :D
My daily weird-ass life experiences will be placed at the end of the chapter for further notice, so they don't get mixed up with all of YOUR comments. Glad to know someone is interested in my life. XD
ForceWalker
Chapter 15
Oh man, that was epic! Fights, explosions, cameras, love, romance, revelations, and just nonstop intensity! I loved this chapter! You sir...are an artist! I bow down to your awesomeness!
And we just have to know all we can about Tak! But if Tak isn't taller, I'm going to be pissed! Seriouly, I think I speak for everyone when we want a tall Tak!
But something tells me she's about to appear very soon!
O.o
I think I've infected you all wih "Tak Syndrome".
You are correct.
2 more chapters.
sanzo-forgetme-plz
Chapter 15
WOW AWSOME CHAPTER this realy rocked my world and whats with this zita chick trying to befriend Gaz? will u be writing more on this friend ship thing? and oh ya GIR he finaly showed up! i was starting to miss that little fool god i love him oh Zims my fav too. Gaz is second :)
Zita is the classic example of the average smarter fangirl. As I mentioned, Zita is a a fan of Gaz and adores her like Gretcehen adores Dib, but uses ways sneakier and not as psychotic to try to befriend her idol.
GIR NEEDED TO SHOW UP!
OOOOOH, points for ZIM!
By the way, the poll, you guys? Only 6 people so far.
Mhm, yeah.
The title of this chapter is dedicated to a line from "Breath" by Breaking Benjamin. LISTEN TO THAT SONG, IT'S AWESOME.
"So sacrifice yourself
And let me have what's left
I know that I can find
The fire in your eyes!"
Mhm. Knew that by heart.
That song seriously is amazing, and reminds me of what Zim would say about Gaz if something ever happened to her, like if she flickered in and out of that hypnotism Iggins had on her or something like it. He just is stubborn and desires her like that.
Anyways, FINALLY THEY GET TO BE TOGETHER AGAIN, OFFICIALLY!
Enjoy!
Chapter 16
"So Sacrifice Yourself"
Dib woke up early.
He couldn't sleep much, too absorbed in his own thoughts throughout the night. Did Zim really love his sister? And even if he did, did Dib trust him to take care of her? To not just use her to satisfy his own needs?
In his drifting unconsciousness, Dib had a flashback.
"I deactivated the security against you," He promised, eying Gaz, who was half-asleep now. "She okay?"
"Your sister is simply tired," Zim assured him. "I'll sit in the back."
Dib opened the back door, letting Zim slide inside, warily, still holding Gaz. When nothing happened he relaxed as Dib shut the door, going around the front to get in the drivers side. Thus doing so he glanced at Zim through his mirror. "Huh."
"What?" Zim demanded, glaring at him through the mirror, noticing the staring.
Dib shook his head, starting the car. "Didn't think you really cared about her."
"What-?"
He'd smiled a little, unseen by Zim with his back to him.
"You've got that look when you look at her." Dib replied as he pulled out onto the grass, moving across onto the road back to his house.
So Zim loved Gaz. His arch-nemesis loved his little sister.
How had he gotten her involved in this? Why did Zim want her, of all people? He already knew the answer; because Gaz was different. Both of them were the prime of their species. And while Zim hated Dib, he loved Gaz. In a way it sort of made sense.
He curled in tightly against himself, wanting to cry. He was going to lose his sister to a monster.
No. A part of him growled. You're her big brother! Start acting like one and protect her!
But did Gaz want to be protecting? Despite what she believed, Dib saw those looks in her eyes when he brought Zim up. Even when Gaz had been so bluntly assaulted by Zim in battle, she had hesitated in kicking him. Gaz was pissed, but she was always pissed. There had never been a fight the two of them could never resolve. It scared Dib.
He was losing everything! How could they not see that?
Gaz was all did had left in the world, since his father was in hiding probably by now. Then Dib was wondering if he was being the selfish one, not Zim. Zim loved Gaz, enough to risk his life on countless occasions to protect her where Dib could not. He was constantly being outshone by his rival when it came to his sister. Did that mean Zim was better for Gaz, a lover worth more then a brother? It wasn't his decision to make, though, he knew that much.
It was Gaz's.
He got up in the morning, groaning at how tired he was, but knowing he would get no more sleep. He dressed tiredly, slowly, having taken a shower when he got home last night. When Dib got up he opened the door just in time to see that weird maid from before walking by, a laundry basket in her hand. It was probably Gretchen's.
"Uh, hey," Dib said, not quite sure why he was venturing on these grounds.
The maid paused, a brow rising at his greeting, as if she was thinking the same thing. "Good morning, sir. Is there something I can help you with?"
Dib noticed she had an accent he couldn't place. He smiled at her awkwardly, "No, just making friendly conversation."
She smiled at him but Dib got the feeling she pitied him. Maybe he would pity him too, if he was in her situation; a guest of the house she worked in so desperate to talk to someone, he was resorting to the help (or 'furniture' as Gretchen still called them, a term he wasn't very fond of).
"I thank you for your consideration, but I'm busy at the moment." She replied, bowing slightly. "You will have to excuse me."
"Oh yeah, sure, sorry to keep you!" He said quickly, smiling at her nervously. "See you later, then."
Her brow rose and she smirked, but nodded. "Yes. Of course. I will see you later."
And the she left, down the hallway. Dib couldn't help notice how frumpy she was dressed, hiding any figure she might have had. But she was a maid, he reasoned. Any looks she'd had had probably faded with hard work.
Dib shook of his awkwardness, heading into the main room again. Gaz, of course, was nowhere to be seen. He didn't expect her to be downstairs. She'd probably hide in her room all day. She was there in spirit, though, he noted, eying the television screen.
The giant TV was on the news channel. Gaz's face was all over it, currently playing her freeing herself from Zim's forced kiss. Able to see it from more then the corner of his eye now, Dib saw just how desperately he clung to Gaz, knowing full-well she'd slip from his grasp in a moments time. They were calling her brave, a hero. She and Dib were all over the news, their rebellion already famous. Dib had never expected it to go like this.
Gretchen was upon him at once, "Good morning, Dib! You look awfully dashing this morning."
This comment was demonstrated with a batting of her lashed.
Dib just gave her a dull look. "Yeah, lack of sleep will do that to you."
Her eyes widened. "I didn't-!"
The TV channel went to a blank screen, catching all of their attentions at once, especially Dib's.
And who would show up but Zim at a time like this?
He looked serious, no arrogance in his face.
"This is a direct message to the Group that rebels against me." He said, looking severely at the camera. "I'm going to blow up this continent."
Everyone gave shouts of alarm.
"Unless," Zim continued, breaking from his pause. "You give to me the most valuable of your group." His eyes narrowed. "You know who I want, Dib. And unless she's delivered to me by the time I send you at the coordinates I will give your computer, you, and everyone else on this stupid piece of rock will be killed. And it will be on your heads."
Dib stepped forward, furious with disbelief. "How can you make her do this, Zim? She's vulnerable now!"
Zim glared at him. "I can't live without her, Dib."
"You'd kill her if you blew this place up!" He shouted back, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
"If you don't hand her over willingly, I'll take her and move my base elsewhere. Even if she is mad at me for your death, she will learn to forgive me when she realized that it could've all been prevented." Zim relaxed slightly. "I'm giving you time to say goodbye, Dib. You knew this was going to happen. Be glad I'm being generous."
Dib glared.
Zita, surprisingly, was the one to respond.
"You love her."
Zim, too, obviously did not expect this. However, he replied, without hesitation, "Yes."
She nodded, like she understood. Dib gave her a look of disbelief but he would deal with her reaction later.
"I'll send you the rendezvous information," Zim said, looking at Dib again. "Get your closure, Dib. Gaz belongs with me and I will not rest easy until I know she's safe at my side."
The call ended, the TV going back to the previous channel.
Dib rounded on Zita, "How can you say that to him? He's taking my sister from me!"
"She loves him, Dib." Zita replied back, calmly, swallowing her fear and eying him warily but with pity. "Even if you won't accept it, you know that. I've seen that look in her eyes when she thinks about him. No matter what she says or does, she misses him, Dib. Are you really going to keep him from her just because you don't like him?"
"You couldn't understand!" Dib shouted. "This isn't your family you're losing! Zim isn't demanding that you hand over your sister to keep your continent from blowing up and thousands of people from dying!"
There was silence. Zita stared at his furious face, mouth open with words she couldn't form.
"He's . . . what?"
Everyone spun around.
Gaz was looking at Dib with disbelief, her head shaking as she stepped backwards. "You're lying . . . He didn't say that."
"Gaz," Tip said, severely, giving her a look that left no room for questioning. "He's made his move. You make yours. In the end it's your choice."
"No, it's not!" Dib shrieked, beyond reason. He was seeing red. His mouth tasted like metal. "This needs to be discussed!"
Gaz glared at him, stunned by his attitude. "You'd die just to say that you never let me give myself up?"
"You don't love him!"
"You don't know what I want!"
"You don't either!"
"Even if I don't," Gaz hissed, baring her teeth at him. "I don't want you dying because you're stubborn."
"You're one to talk!"
"Screw you, Dib." Gaz hissed, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm not going to let you do this!"
She raced out of the room. She was followed.
Surprisingly, it wasn't Dib who pursued her.
Gaz slammed the door to her room. How dare Dib try to control her like that! She was doing this for him! Mostly herself, she'd admit, but for him too! Gaz didn't have to place trackers on him and her father, to keep them safe. She didn't have to make Zim promise not to kill him. Didn't he realize how selfish he was being?
She froze. Or . . . was it her being the selfish one?
A knock on the door snapped her out of her stupor.
"Go away, Dib!"
"It's Zita. And the twins."
Gaz's brow rose. Well this was something she hadn't expected. "Um, come in then, I guess."
The door opened slowly, the three of them entering.
"Gaz," Zita said, gently placing her hands on her arms. It was a bold move. Nobody touched Gaz without knowing they were in danger, but it seemed that Zia was willing to risk it. "Dib is just scared. By tomorrow he'll be willing to say his goodbyes, really."
"And until then," Tine added, her voice oddly serious, lacking the usual flair she had about herself. "We are willing to assist you in getting ready for your coming surrender to Zim."
"Surrender?" Gaz snorted, brushing Zita's arms off lightly as she sat down on the vanity chair. "It's more of a sacrifice then a surrender."
"So then sacrifice yourself," Tip replied, plainly. "And allow Zim what's left."*
Gaz's brow rose at his phrasing. "Does giving myself to Zim really mean I'm losing a part of myself?"
"You're losing Dib," Tine pointed out, moving onto her other side. For once she was being serious, not annoying. "Family will always be a part of you. It's a bond unlike any other bond. Not as strong as your relationship with Zim, but one that makes up a part of you nonetheless."
Maybe she has hope yet, Gaz thought, eying her.
"What do you mean 'get ready'?" Gaz asked, analyzing the sentence all over again. She looked between the three of them, eying them. "What do I need to get ready for?"
"You love him, Gaz." Zita said, smiling fondly at her, pulling up the vanity chair to sit in front of her. "He made it clear today that he misses you . . . in his own rather forward way."
"Don't you want to look appealing for him?" Now that sounded a bit more like Tine. But still, she wasn't annoying Gaz yet.
"He saw me yesterday."
"Yeah!" Tine insisted, offering her a small smile as she hugged her legs, looking at Gaz, amused. "All sweaty and gruff, looking for a fight with him. He probably hasn't seen you all dolled up in a while."
"Two years, actually." Gaz replied, remembering that one time she'd been forced to dress rather sensually for Dib's birthday, after he'd been shot.
Tine's brow rose. "Damn. Well, then, all the more reason to have a better reunion with you all dressed up in a . . . non . . . barbie-ish way."
Gaz snorted in amusement. "Nice choice of words."
"You know what I meant."
"It's not a bad idea," Tip insisted. The three girls gave him looks and he rolled his eyes. "Please. Gaz, you are not a female to me, you are a thing to be respected and feared, not taken lightly. As admiring as those traits are, I am immune to appearances."
Gaz eyed his face. She nodded, "I believe him."
"My suggestion was simply an insight into the mind of the average man like Zim, assuming the psychology is the same. He would truly think you looked beautiful no matter how you looked. He'd find a new beauty in every way. However, if you truly dress yourself up, exploit your looks to their fullest extent, he will be both awed and appreciative you would do something like that for him."
"First things first, though," Zita said at once. "Clothes. You've got a wonderful figure, we just have to show it off."
"I'll call the seamstress," Tine said at once, getting up and moving to the corner, pulling out her phone. "She'll be up within the minute."
Gaz's brow rose. "Your seamstress is in your house?"
"In case of emergencies, which it's clearly paying off," Tine retorted with a smile, her attention diverting from them.
Gaz scowled at them, shaking her head. "This is kind of ridiculous."
"I'll get my make-up kit," Zita offered, standing and smiling at Gaz. "I know you aren't exactly a dressing-up kind of person, but, this'll get your mind off of this mess. And you'll be glad in the end."
Gaz just nodded, hugging her knees against her. She felt so strange. It was irritating she was letting this happen, but a part of her was glad it was. It was true she hadn't dress up for Zim in a while and after beating the crap out of him, he deserved some type of reward. Seeing her like he envisioned her would make his day.
"She's coming up," Tine insisted, snapping the phone shut. "We start this now."
The Next Day
Zim was so impatient it was physically painful. But he had to be content with the fact he was getting Gaz back. Today. Within the hour, at a drop point that allowed Dib to physically hand her over. The second anyone tried anything though, they'd be ejected from the courtyard in front of his fortress.
"Gaz coming home today!" Gir shouted, reminding Zim all over again of what was on his mind.
Zim nodded, rolling his eyes. "Yes, Gir, she comes back today."
Comes back. Because she had always belonged with him, and everyone knew it, including Dib and especially Gaz. Today, Zim had contacted Russia to inform them they were his next target and should they refuse to surrender, he would set off their nuclear devices against him.
"Is puppy-head moving in with us too?" Gir continued, rolling onto his back on top of Skoodge's head. The smaller alien was getting used to Gir's odd behavior, but he still gave him a weird look.
Zim's hand curled into a fist reflexively, but he soon after relaxed it. "No, the Dib-filth will not be joining us in our conquest."
"Aw," Gir said, but it was clear he was still in a good mood. It was hard not to be, since he'd see Mistress again soon. At the thought he giggled and threw up his arms towards the roof. "Yay!"
Zim rolled his eyes.
"Hey!" Gir suddenly shouted in complaint. "Stop shaking your head!"
Zim turned around, a brow rising until he saw Skoodge wasn't shaking his head, his whole body was trembling. A slow smirk began to appear on his face, growing into an amused, almost cruel grin. It was clear what he was afraid of, since they were only discussing one topic.
"Do you fear my sahlm, Invader Skoodge?" Zim asked, holding in laughter.
Skoodge shook his head, but his tremors gave him away. "N-No, sir!"
"Oh come now, Skoodge," Zim insisted teasingly, eyes narrowing to add to his vicious smirk. "Gaz doesn't bite! . . . At least, not in any way you will ever know."
His laughter filled the room as Skoodge's antenna drooped with embarrassment. Zim was making a dirty joke about his sahlm, a common occurrence with Irkens who had them. But that didn't mean it didn't make other Irkens uncomfortable.
Similar to Earth culture, Irken Invaders (as the haughty, temperamental females of Irk rarely excepted less then military from their mates) often boasted about their triumphs when landing a sahlm. The showing off was well-deserved though, as females normally wanted nothing to do with men, and getting a sahlm was a great display of not only power but manipulation. Their mates never got mad like human girls though, in fact, they felt it was insulting if they weren't bragged about.
And that made Skoodge uncomfortable. How could one being be so devoted to another, especially when they weren't even from the same species?
Zim ceased chuckling. Immediately he read the question buried beneath Skoodge's fear and narrowed his eyes at him. However, taking a small breath to calm himself, he wore an indifferent expression.
"You cannot be blamed for you lack of understanding," Zim said, speaking to both Skoodge and himself. "You've never had a mate and certainly no one has ever had a unity like Gaz and I have created. An understanding of one another beyond satisfying an Irken curiosity. But understand that she and I are one of the same, and you will give her as much respect as you give me, if not more. Are we clear?"
Skoodge nodded, eyes wide as he saluted. "Yes, sir!"
"Good." Zim turned back to clock. "And so now we wait."
Gaz had a cloak draped around her body and over her head as they walked past the public, Zita guiding her, since her eyes were blocked by the hood. It wasn't much of a disguise, but it covered her face and she was not recognized. A few people stole glances at the odd group leading the hooded figure but stranger things were happening now that they'd been overthrown by aliens. Zombie-guards (who did not moan and walk slower then a snail as stereotypes had led the population to believe) in red uniforms marched through the streets, attacking anyone causing trouble, no questions asked.
The streets had never been so civil.
But Gaz wasn't thinking about any of that. Not her outfit, not how she looked, and not even Zim, for once.
She was thinking only about how Dib had refused to say goodbye.
Sure, many people had gone to check on him, to badger him, and try to get him out of his room. But he hadn't answered to anyone, not even when Gaz had come knocking. However, when he ignored her, fury flooded through her body. Fine! If he wasn't going to say goodbye and lose his last chance at ever seeing her again, so be it. Screw him! His laptop had been left out anyways and it was sent in English. They had the rendezvous point and that was all she needed from him anyways.
But she wasn't thinking that now.
"How could he not say goodbye . . . ?" Gaz breathed to herself, for the millionth time.
Zita, oddly enough, was being an enormously selfless person to Gaz. She was being friendly, as were the twins, walking directly behind her. Most of the Group was there, without disguises, since no one recognized anyone except Dib and Gaz. It seemed, though, that Gaz had gained companions.
It was weird.
At the question, Zita squeezed Gaz's elbow, since that was what she was leading her by. She didn't say anything though.
No words could comfort Gaz. At least, not any spoken by her.
There was a crowd around the ginormous bubble in the middle of city. Zim was playing this whole show until the end, making Gaz look like the selfless heroine until the very last scene.
And then suddenly they were surrounded by soldiers.
At first everyone began to grip weapons that they'd brought secretly, in case this was a trap (though Gaz knew it was not). However, they stopped as the soldiers bowed to them.
"We've been expecting you." One of them said in an odd voice.
Everyone was stunned. How had they recognized them?
"We shall be your escorts." Another said as they all made a formation around the procession.
And they were herded forward, Zita's grip tightening unconsciously on Gaz, who said nothing about it. Glancing around, Gaz was able to deduce everyone was scared in one way or another. They had even moved closer together, keeping to familiar faces, even if they all had only just started out two days ago. At least these strangers weren't zombie soldiers.
"Move aside!" One of the more intimidating of the soldiers in the procession shouted as they reached the crowd of onlookers around the bubble. "Make way for her Highness!"
Her Highness?, Gaz's brow rose, but she forced her head to stay down, resisting the urge to look up.
People gasped and murmured as they walked past, an impressive display; soldiers marching around them and frightening (and frightened) people on the inside, all centered around a scarlet-cloaked figure.
"This must be his real mate." She heard someone say as they passed. "Poor Membrane girl."
"She didn't look like she wanted him anyways."
She nearly smirked. What a surprise those people would be getting when Zim removed her hood, as he would doubtlessly do.
They were able to move right through the bubble. Each soldier's uniform glowed upon impact with the force-field, and Gaz felt like elastic was pressing against her for the split second she had to touch the thing. People now gave full cries of surprise. Who were these people, who were able to get past the alien's great defenses?
Gaz was aware of Zita, in front of her, and the twins tightening all around her. No one else dared touch Dib's frightening sister who was acting as the sacrifice to the alien to save them. Even if they were grateful, that didn't mean they were particularly comfortable around her.
They were led into the walkway, faces pressed against the bubble all around them. The walkway was made of some type of stone and they stopped as the path came to a circle of stone, in the center of which was a great fountain.
And in front of that fountain was Zim.
There was a smaller alien beside him, and even Gir, who was surprisingly standing erect with red eyes. Maybe Zim had fixed him. Gaz would almost be sad if he did though, she was just so used to Gir's odd behavior, he would feel immensely strange to her if he was any other way. But still, despite these guests, all Gaz could focus on was him. Her whole upper face was shadowed by the hood, and so while he could not see her face, she could see his.
The soldiers dropped to one knee in exact unison, bowing their heads toward Zim.
"All hail Emperor Zim!" They shouted.
Emperor? Well, King really didn't have quite the same ring to it. Did that mean she was an Empress?
Huh. Weird.
Zim didn't say anything at their sign of loyalty, eyes boring into her, serious, stone-faced, unreadable. "You who lead her and you who surround her, bring her Highness forth to me!"
Zita and the twins shared stunned looks. Everyone in their way parted, letting the four of them pass. Zita swallowed nervously and Tine and Tip held hands, walking linked behind her. While Tine looked uncomfortable, Tip was a closed book, a slight scowl on his face, for whatever reason.
They stopped a few yards in front of Zim, as he had held a hand up.
Then a single of his fingers motioned forward, "Now let her come, alone."
Zita reluctantly released her. Gaz could feel the hesitance in her motion and Tip and Tine released her cloak's train. In truth, Gaz hadn't even realized that they had been holding it. Most likely it was an action done simply for the need to do something.
"Leave now," Zim ordered the three of them. Gaz heard them turn and leave as she took her own steps in the opposite direction.
She walked forward, head toward the ground until she saw Zim's shoes just inches from her own feet. Then she looked up.
Zim could see only shadow on her face, but her amber eyes pierced that darkness.
Gaz had expected him to remove the hood. However, his hands went straight for the tie that held her cloak on, around her neck. Glancing down at herself, she noticed that her body was entirely covered by the heavy material. Zim pulled at the strings without a seconds hesitation, throwing it hastily off of her shoulders.
The material crumpled to the floor.
Everyone gasped.
Zim stared at her.
Gaz wore a dress that draped to the stone floor, a blood red that worked well with her skin tone. It was a dark corset connecting into the lighter skirt, shaping her figure to perfection. The sleeves hung off of her shoulders, long, reaching just past her fingertips.
She was beautiful.
And Zim couldn't stop staring at her.
Her eyes were watering.
Zim raised his hands slowly to her arms, as if afraid to touch her. But he gripped her eventually, holding her firmly but gently. He brought her forward, her body only inches from his.
"Where is the Dib?" He asked, quietly, seriously, eyes narrowing in confusion at her.
Gaz swallowed, forcing the water out of her own eyes. "Dib didn't come. He didn't want to say goodbye to me."
Zim stared at her again.
Then Gaz found herself pressed tightly against him, one hand on her back and the other in her hair, running his hands through it soothingly. He kissed the side of her head, murmuring words of comfort in her ear. Gaz buried her face into his shoulder, arms wrapping underneath his, hands resting on his shoulders. Gaz showed no sense of discomfort on the outside, but on the inside, she was pissed and felt betrayed.
How could Dib do this to her?
"He is a fool," Zim said, as if reading her mind, whispering into her ear comfortingly. "He will miss you more then you miss him. The Dib will regret this for the rest of his life and it shall burn and consume him until the day he dies."
Gaz noticed he wasn't adding insults to Dib's name. He knew full well she wasn't in the mood.
Her head pressed against his chest, Zim's hands dropping to her waist as he bent down a bit, to look up at her face with a small smile. Gaz turned her head away from him, refusing to let him read her. He stood straight again, taking her chin in his hand, the other locking on her waist.
"You are home."
*Shut up, I know!
FUCK DIB!
What kind of brother does that to his little sister?
Stupid, stubborn little . . .!
But a touching reunion between Zim and Gaz, no?
Now that they're together, six more chapters to go until . . . well, you know.
Three things need to happen before that happens though.
MAJOR things.
Daily Life Quote:
"Excuse me?"
"Um . . . Yes?"
"Hi, this might sound like a REALLY weird question, but um, could you go flirt with that guy over there?"
"Eh . . . Why?"
"He's my boyfriend and I want to have some hot girl go up to him and flirt to see if he's faithful, but he knows all my friends so, whatdya say?"
Dear Readers, I have made a discovery; Apparently, I am hot. -_-
So bad day today.
No, I did not flirt with a stranger. I told them I was about to vomit and then walked away with them staring after me like I was insane. I think I lost 'hotness points' for that so YAY! ^_^
Till the next chapter!
