"A dance?"

That's what greets me the next morning on the moldy school doors. A flyer, dressed in glitter and colorful, with big letters that practically shout 'HEY EVERYONE, LET'S HAVE A RANDOM SCHOOL DANCE!'

I frown. The school never arranges anything unimportant, except maybe those dreaded parent teacher conferences. Puke.

"Tak-smell! Why do you stand at the door looking dumb?"

"I missed you too, Zim." I reply sarcasm dripping from my voice. Pointing to the paper declaring the horrible news, I grumble angrily. "It's a dance. The school is having a freaking dance."

Zim snatches the flyer from the door hastily. I hear what sounds like teeth-grinding. His arms start to shake violently. I take a step back.

"A d-dance?! A DANCE?! LIES!" He exclaims, ripping the glittery paper up into shreds. He pants furiously, eyes narrow slits. I find myself holding back a laugh, amused by the little green monster's rage. He notices.

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!" Zim screeches, shooting me a dark look. I crack up at this.

"Zim!" I mange to squeeze in between my fit of giggles. "You have no idea how stupid you sound!" I continue to laugh, Zim staring at me. He scowls.

"Stupid girl," he snarls, pushing past me, surely fuming at my cause of humor.

Zim is rather cute when he's angry.

-/-

"Ms. Bitters, you continually tell us that we are 'doomed into a life of pure and utter doom', but the only way that could happen is if you continue to keep us ignorant. Have you ever thought of actually teaching us?"

Ms. Bitters sighed, obviously annoyed. "Have you ever thought of getting a smaller head?"

Dib slumped on his desk defeated. "Why do I even bother..." He whispered to himself grumpily.

That's a good question. Why doesn't he get a smaller head? It might get him a girlfriend.

Well, whatever. I just want this class to be over. We've been hear long enough, haven't we? Do we really need to eat lunch here too? Can't we just do everyone a favor and get out of this hellhole?

What does it matter Tak? They're to dim to do anything like that. I guess this beats the academy, since we're not killing people. I never did like that.

I lean my chin on my hand, bored. I want to go home. To my base. Work on some super weapon.

I hate it here...

-/-

"Eh, Tak? Wake up, it's lunch!"

I practically jump out of my chair, alarmed.

"I WAS NOT SLEEPING! I'VE BEEN AWAKE THE ENTIRE TIME!" I announce. Zim gives me a look.

"Well, er, ok. It's lunch. You coming or not?" He questions. I glance at the clock. It's 12:45.

"Yeah, I have to. I think. Where's everyone?" I ask, my brain still not functioning correctly. Zim rolls his eyes.

"At lunch, idiot! Look, since you're still turned off, you will sit with me, ZIM! Got it?"

I sigh. "Uh huh. Let's go."

I can't help but feel curious about what Zim just said.

I've been in worse states than this when eating lunch. Why sit with him now?

"Eh, don't question it, Tak." I tell myself.

Zim face scrunched up. "What are you talking about?!"

"Shut up Zim."

-/-

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Authors Notes: Sorry it's not long! Hope you like! :)