I am ZIM!

I'll describe the lounge for you so you at least understand what it looks like.

The front door is towards the side, closer to where the girls are.

The bunk rooms are just large rooms with a door on one side, a window with curtains on the other, and a lot of bunk beds.

In the living room (that's what we call it), there a big screen TV (Dare said it was about 4 feet long FRIKIN!), a PS3 with 4 controllers already, a few sofas and loveseats, a coffee table in the middle, a fridge so we can put water or something in there (like I'd need that), a sink next to it, and a counter top with storage.

I guess this kind off felt like home, including Gir.

I was sitting on the couch, bored, watching Gir watch the Angry Monkey Show. Dare sat next to me, equally bored.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Hey," I replied.

We paused, both watching Gir laugh randomly at the monkey. Dare leaned her shoulder on me, probably almost asleep.

I was more bored than ever.

I rolled my eyes at the choice but, "Wanna go skiing?" I asked Dare.

She looked at me, "Sure," she replied, "Let's leave Gir here,"

I rolled my head, "That's what I was gonna do anyway," I said playfully.

We snuck out the door, hoping Gir wouldn't stalk us.

We quietly rode the chairlift to the top of the mountain. At the free rental stand at the bottom, Dare grabbed a snowboard and goggles. She already wore a full ski outfit: boots, jacket, pants, gloves, and even a black beanie. The rest of her outfit was grey and leopard print trim. I just got a pair of skis. Dare actually bought me another outfit that was same as hers, but different color scheme (black and blood red). And goggles.

"Dare," I choked out. Go ahead and play slow, romantic music now, "I need to ask you something..."

She turned and looked at me. "Of course," she waited.

I was going to ask her why she loves me, but I couldn't ask her yet... Well I gotta freaking say something!

"... Does this jacket go with my beanie?" I stumbled out.

If she was surprised by that, she was hiding it 100%. "Oh, it does actually, pretty well."

Unlike Dare's hat, mine was Irken, red with black stripes and an Irken insignia on it. I facepalmed in embarrassment.

WHY did I just ask her that?

She said something that surprised me: "You know, you're actually pretty hot in anything,"

I flicked my head toward her face. She was smiling, I smiled back.

I scooted slightly closer to her and leaned on her shoulder. "Love you, Delilah"

"You too,"

She looked suspiciously at a mound of trees below us.

"Get down, she hissed.

"What?" I leaned off and looked at that spot.

I saw gleaming purple eyes and green skin.

"Get down,"

She shoved my head down towards my knees. An arrow flew barely above my head and lodged into a metal pole of the chairlift. It wasn't a major pole, but it was perfectly above our heads.

I looked back and noticed the eyes were gone.

Dare leaned back up again and yanked the arrow from the pole. "Is this Irken?" She held it up to me.

The arrow was totally human-made. It was wood, spiked metal arrowhead, and had feathers on the end of it.

"No," I answered, "This arrow isn't, but the shooter might be,"

We remained uninterrupted by everything, even on the hill.

But I had a hunch that it wasn't the last for today.