Dib couldn't concentrate at all that day. In every class he shared with Zim, he couldn't help but find himself constantly staring at the alien. Lost in thoughts of his big magenta eyes, his smooth green skin, and…that tongue. Oh god, his tongue. When they were kids Dib thought it was gross but now, his mind had opened to other opportunities. He sometimes secretly wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Not because he wanted to of course, purely for research purposes. Can his tongue move on its own? Would it wrap around (his own) whoever he kissed? Just how long was it?

The bell snapped him out of his thoughts. He realized that Zim had been glaring at him this whole time.