Let me hold you

Chapter fourteen

yaaaaaaay! I love you guys and your reviews! sorry i didn't update sooner, but my computer crashed and i had to wait to use my mom's. which took forever, I know. SORRY. that's why there's gonna be a good dose of Zim/Bianca action. A little bit of pg-13 action goin on today. So enough with me and my crappy computer back to the story...

I sat in the car looking outside the window while my dad was ordering some McDonalds. I was hungry and eating my feelings away. Why? It was just zim for crying out loud. What's so special about him? Please somebody tell me right now. My mind is going crazy. I really want to beat the guts out of Bianta. Ugh that cow!

"Are you okay." I looked at my dad.

"Yeah. Everything is just fine."

"That's why you called me? Because everything is fine?" I just stared at him blinking. He sighed.

"Bianca I will take you back to school if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"What for two hours," I said in a mocking tone. He just gave me that "don't test me" look.

"Ugh, fine. It's just some girl at school. Happy now." I crossed my arms and looked back out the window. sure it was only half the truth, but he doesn't need to know the rest.

"I hope it's not over a boy, Bianca. You know what I told you. Never, ever fight or cry over some boy who you'll probably never see again." And that is why I didn't mention Zim.

"No, it's not. She just thinks she's better than me."

"She could be."

"Daaaad!"

"I'm just kidding," he said chuckling while he took the bag and drinks from the window person.

"Oh, that's nice. Kidding with my emotions. You're such a great dad."

"Enough with the sarcasm. Here." He gave me the bag and i instantly starting eating my fries.

"Maybe your mother should of picked you up so you could have a talk with her."

"Nooooo." No way was I going to have a conversation about my feelings with her. All she would tell me to do was get over it. What kind of advice is that. Do people not know that I have thought about "getting over it."

"Well I don't know what else to tell ya but to beat her ass if she tries to lay a finger on you." I stop eating my fry mid-way.

"Did you just tell me to beat someone's ass."

"Yes. And don't say that."

"I'm 17."

"And I'm 36. Don't say it."

"Whatever," I grummbled. "But I still get to beat her...butt though right. No getting into trouble. Well not getting into trouble with you."

"Right," he said shaking his head. "Now I'm gonna drop you off at home cause I need to get back to work."

"Yeah okay."

"I love you and I want you to be able to take care of yourself. I don't want to go have to fight somebody myself. I wont be here all the time you know."

"I know," I said quietly.

"And please call your mother and tell her that you're already home. I don't feel like dealing with her mess today."

"Yes, dad." I got out of the car and waved goodbye as he drove off. I don't wanna call her. Why can't he do it. Damn. Leave me with the hard work. I sighed happily. Two hours all to myself. I hoped on the couch and clicked through the channels. Just my luck. Nothing was on. All the good stuff doesn't come on to later. I turned off the TV and just sat there eating my beloved food.

I was almost done when there was a knock at the door. I jumped up and ran to the dorr and opened it. I lost my smile when I saw who it was.

"What are you doing here?"

"Zim just wanted to see if you were okay."

"So you left school?"

"Zim doesn't need stupid human school."

"Umm yeah. Well thanks for stopping by. I'll see ya later." I went to shut the door, but he stuck his foot in the way.

"Bianca. I know you were standing there when I was talking to Bianta." My eye twitched a little. I opened up the door. How could he know that.

"No I wasn't. It was probably someone else, Zim."

"No. It was you. Zim doesn't know how to say this without sounding...creepy but, I know your footsteps, your heartbeat, the way you breath."

"No. That doesn't sound creepy at all," I said with sarcasm dripping off of ever word. "Get in here," I said grabbing him by his shirt and shutting the door.

"Yes, but I can hear everyone's foot steps, heart, and breathing patterns." Oh wow. Another way to show me how unspecial I am.

"Okay, so you're telling me all this because..."

"Because I like you. A lot and Zim doesn't go around saying this to everyone."

"Yeah, must be real hard for you. Maybe even harder if you go tell Bianta." He smirked.

"So you admit you were standing by the door." That little bastard.

"Fine, Yes. Daaang. Now get out," I said pushing him toward the door. Well tried to. I ended up being pushed up against the door. And which now I was getting embarressed and mad because my heart was starting to race and he just told me he could hear my very own heart beats. Damnit!

"Bianca," he said in an almost singing way.

"Zim." I tried to say it in a threating way, but i could only manage to say it in a whisper. Damn you vocal cords. He looked me in the eyes as he started to lower his head. My mind keep telling me to push him away and yell at him. But that's the problem. My head was telling me to push him away and not my heart. Wow, how cheesey does that sound.

My eyes closed as soon as I felt his lips on mine. Never in my life have I ever liked a kiss so much. Sure I've kissed a bunch of guys and maybe one girl. But that was only because it was a dare and I don't back out out of dares. But this kiss between Zim and I was something different. It felt more special. Probably because I really felt something. But what ever it is, I wanted it and wasn't gonna let some bitch mess that up.

I let myself put my arms around his neck. I felt like I was about to just fall to the floor. We parted for a minuet.

"Zim is glad that he stayed." I gave a small smile and looked at the floor.

"Me too," I said looking up at him again and rolling my eyes playfully. He gave an acutle smile, not a smirk. Thank god, because I was going to punch him if he did. He captured my lips again. Some how we got to the couch, and tripped in the process sending us both down. Not that we cared. We were too busy expolring each other. okay, that sounds a little weird.

I had to say I was really enjoying myself. Maybe a bit too much. I didn't care if someone were to walk through the door right now. My hormones were on fire now and boy did they want me to keep going. Ha and I was. A small moan escaped my throat. Zim was kissing on my neck. His hands were moving fast, exploring every inch of me. My back arched as one of his hands took up one of my boobs. Zim was really getting into it. So much that he ripped my shirt. I really liked that shirt, but my body was liking this too much for me to be mad.

I took my now torn shirt off and threw it to the floor. Zim had sat up and now I was straddling him. Good thing I didn't decide to wear my tight jeans today. They probably would of been ripped too. I promise my eyes just about rolled back when I felt his alien tongue slide atop of my boobs. It definitely did not feel human at all. But it felt way better. I let out a even louder moan. Zim put his mouth on mine again and I could feel him smile. He started to undo my bra. It was almost off when there was a loud knock at the door.

Zim shot up mkaing me fall to the floor.

"Dang Zim."

"Sorry."

"I know someone's home. Open up." Oh no. It was my mother.

"You, get up those stairs now," I said pushing him up the stairs. I could hear my mother yelling for me to open the door before she called my dad. I pushed Zim in my room and threw on a shirt.

"Just sit right there," I said pointing to my bed. I put on my sleepy face and opened the window. "Mom, why are you knocking so loud?" She looked up angery as hell.

"What are you doing?"

"I was asleep. Holding, I'm coming down." I sighed. I looked at Zim. "Leave or stay, take your pick." Zim rubbed his chin in thought. I almost busted out laughing because I have never known any one to really do that.

"Zim will stay."

"Okay. I'll be back." I ran down stairs making sure my hair didn't look a mess.

"Hey," I said opening the door. Wow, did she not look happy.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"ummm because I..fell asleep."

"No, from school. You could of at least called me and tell me what's going on with you."

"Wait, how did you know."

"I told that girlfriend of your dad's if there was ever a problem with you, that she should call me," she said walking in the house. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I'm fine now. Just in a grumpy mood. So you can leave now. Bye."

"Not so fast young lady. We need to have a talk."

"What do we have to talk about, mother? There were lots of times that we could of sat down and had a real conversation, but now I don't want to do that." She gave me that look. The kind of look you don't want your parents to ever give you. The "feel sorry for me" look.

"Pumpkin. I didn't know how to talk with you. You are very difficult to talk with."

"Dad doesn't have a problem."

"We're not talking bout your dad,hun. Come, lets go get ice cream and have a talk," she said trying to take my hand.

"I, uh, I can't. I'm real tired. Why don't we do it on Sunday." No that I really will.

"Hmmm. Okay. I will let you rest. Don't forget to tell your father."

"Ooookay." I shut the door behind her. How did I ever get stuck with her. I walked up stairs. Z im was still there. He was looking out the window.

"You're birth mother. She's...different." I chuckled.

"You can call her mother, Zim. Yeah, she sure is something. You're lucky you don't have to deal with a mom like that. I don't see how I do." I sat on the bed then laid back. My whole memories involving my mom were replaying in my head. I felt Zim lay beside me on his side. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was looking at me with confusion in his eyes. I sighed.

"Not all earth people are nice Zim. And some are just outright crazy. " He looked even more lost. "One day I'll have to tell you, but not now. I'm tired. I think you took most of my enery just from that," I said touching his lips. He smirked. God, what an ego ha has.

"You haven't seen nothing yet," he said getting up. i rolled my eyes as I sat up.

"Yeah, I'll be waiting to see the rest." He laughed.

"I'll see you later, Bianca," he said rubbing my cheek. He gave me a peck on my cheek then left out the window. I siged. What am I getting myself into.

Well I hope you really liked it. I loved writing this chapter. I was laughing the whole time, mostly because I'm immature. If you have any ideas, I'll be more than happy to put them in the story.

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