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Chapter 8: this is a title: Cuz thinking of new titles is a titty-bit annoying

His hair was soft and his breathing gentle. His skin flushed from the night before and glowing slightly pale.
He watched the soft creatures eyes open, only to stare back at him. Then a smile.

"Mornin' sunshine." He says as he put his hand on Zims cheek and leans to kiss zim soft on the forehead.
"Dib?" he murmered back.
"DIB!?!" Zim jolted and fell out of the bed. his head spun inside violently and he cried out, wincing in pain.
Memories of the night before hit him with a sledge hammer. His body fllushed again with heat, begging to be touched. He screamed and ran off.
Dib layed there a look of worry and disapointment glazed over his face.

Zim entered his home and locked the door.
"What-" *huff huff huff* "The fuck happened?"

Tuesday came and Zim did not show. Dib grew depressed as the day went on. 'was it really so wrong?' he thought to himself. 'maybe hes just...hungover.'
Dib pondered on what would have happened if he had controlled himself. Maybe he just got freaked out.
Though neither of them had ever felt that way. He knew Zim wasnt just acting that way from the alcohol. It had to have been more. It just had to.

Wednesday came and Zim did nothing but hide between class periods.
Avoiding Dib at all costs. He walked into his next class P.E. always deciding to change in a bathroom stall rather then around the other boys. He and his classmates lines up against the gyms wall.

"Alright! We have a big day today! It's third quarter and that means rotations! Class A is getting the gym. class b gets the pool, and we get the feild. Now lets move! And if even one of you over developed cumshots say a word ill have you shipped to pakistan! GOT IT?!"

It was bright out. The pool was fenced off near the left of the school and the rest of the feild, with its large amounts of slowly dying grass and small dirt mounds, was fenced off from the apartments accross the way.
The class starts warm ups and stretches as class b was sent out to the pool which caught Zims attention.

He watched as the teacher instructed them about safety rules, no running and so forth. When the teacher walked to the left Dib was standing right there. Zim stared hard. Why did he have to see him now. He was so close to ending the day peacefully. But he couldnt help it. Dib was in black swimtrunks and oh so gorgeous in the sun and 'oh my gawd why am i thinking about this?"

Zims class was then instructed to jog two laps around the feild, meet at the red line, do 5 sets of pushups, 5 sets of sit ups and hten meet in the middle. They did as told. Zim tried not to look at Dib as much as he could stand. And after two laps he couldnt stand very well. He watched as two people chose there teamates only to find Dib was chosen last of the entire class. Even Zim was chosen 2nd or 3rd to last.

"ZIM! Pay attention!"

Dib heard Zim being scolded. How could he have not noticed a green dude in his midst... guess cuz the grass was green.. kinda.

Zims class grouped in the middle. Zim looked up at Dib to see him looking back. He turned red and looked away. Dib continued his volleyball game.

As the day ended Zims class was lined up to go back to the locker rooms. He watched as Dib got out of the pool and dry himself off. "He looks so good," he thought quietly outloud. He quickly covered his mouth with shock, hoping no one else heard.

'I must be being brainwashed.'

'I cant believe Zims here today. He rly just ditched the class with me? that bastard!' Dib crossed his arms and pouted the more he thought about it.

Thursday Zim did not show up to school.
Friday Zim shows up and again avoids Dib. The end of class bell rings and Zim steps out the school proudly.
"WHOO! GO me! I better get started on a new plan." He looks to his feet, not at all interested in a plan.

He makes his way to the couch and plops down not knowing what else to do.

'This planet is pathetic. I havnt gotten anything done....except for that carnival... and that shark.... heheh..."

The cloudy sky begins to fall to the pavement. A slight look of fear crosses Zims face. He shivers, remembering the painful sensation.

"Stupid planet.and it's stupid melting..erm....stupid."

He sighs and lays on the couch.

"dooodeeedooodeeedooo!" Gir plays with a fishtank.

"I think ill check in with the tallests."

Dib sits on his couch flipping through the channels. He yawns finally choosing a history channel show about lost ruins. 'Wonder where Gaz is."

*DING DONG*

"Who the.... At this hour?"

He opens the door a crack.
"Zim?"

Zim was shaking in the rain his skin seeming to smoke and he seemed to ignore the burning pain.
And even more strange? His antennae flattened and his eyes sorrowful.

He clung to Dibs shirt and cried.

"Speak to us of joy and sorrow. and he answeredm your joy is your sorrow unmasked. and the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. and how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potters oven? and is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say 'joy is greater than sorrow,' and others say 'nay sorrow is greater.' But i say unto you, they are inseperable. Together they come and when one sits alone with you at your board remember that the other is asleep on your bed. Varily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at a standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall...."

Zim wiped his tears.
"I understood bout half lf that," he whined.

Dib smiled, then put the book down and layed his head next to Zim.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

Zim took a deep breath.

"So... You werent an invader to begin with?
Dib tried to make sense of Zims situation.

"Still a service drone." He said as he his his face into the pillow.

"Hm..well... thats unfair."

"Im not supposed to feel like this. Something is very wrong.....im weak."

Dib pulled him in close.
"Listen to me carefully Zim. Some one with no emotions are never as strong as those who have to battle it every day. Its being able to understand and handle those emotions that make you strong. Being able to make the right choices and live happily as you can. Maybe you are inferior to them because you CAN feel."

Zim laughed. "Your stupid."
Dib just grinned knowing none of his words were sinking in but atleast Zim was smiling again.

Dib wakes up to see Gaz standing infront of the bed.

"Oh...Hi.." He notices Zim was still there. "OH... its not what it looks like...!"
Zim wakes up and rubs an eye.
"Go away, thing."

"Gay!" Gaz shouts as she leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.

Dib was beyond embarrassed. He never really thought of himself as gay.... Though Zim IS a boy and all.. wait... isn't he? Dib wasnt entirely sure he even had reproductive organs.

He looked down as Zim just lays there depressed. He leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He whispered "a little neglect may breed great mischeif. Wanna go have some fun?"

Description
Chapter 8: this is a title: Cuz thinking of new titles is a titty-bit annoying

His hair was soft and his breathing gentle. His skin flushed from the night before and glowing slightly pale.
He watched the soft creatures eyes open, only to stare back at him. Then a smile.

"Mornin' sunshine." He says as he put his hand on Zims cheek and leans to kiss zim soft on the forehead.
"Dib?" he murmered back.
"DIB!?!" Zim jolted and fell out of the bed. his head spun inside violently and he cried out, wincing in pain.
Memories of the night before hit him with a sledge hammer. His body fllushed again with heat, begging to be touched. He screamed and ran off.
Dib layed there a look of worry and disapointment glazed over his face.

Zim entered his home and locked the door.
"What-" *huff huff huff* "The fuck happened?"

Tuesday came and Zim did not show. Dib grew depressed as the day went on. 'was it really so wrong?' he thought to himself. 'maybe hes just...hungover.'
Dib pondered on what would have happened if he had controlled himself. Maybe he just got freaked out.
Though neither of them had ever felt that way. He knew Zim wasnt just acting that way from the alcohol. It had to have been more. It just had to.

Wednesday came and Zim did nothing but hide between class periods.
Avoiding Dib at all costs. He walked into his next class P.E. always deciding to change in a bathroom stall rather then around the other boys. He and his classmates lines up against the gyms wall.

"Alright! We have a big day today! It's third quarter and that means rotations! Class A is getting the gym. class b gets the pool, and we get the feild. Now lets move! And if even one of you over developed cumshots say a word ill have you shipped to pakistan! GOT IT?!"

It was bright out. The pool was fenced off near the left of the school and the rest of the feild, with its large amounts of slowly dying grass and small dirt mounds, was fenced off from the apartments accross the way.
The class starts warm ups and stretches as class b was sent out to the pool which caught Zims attention.

He watched as the teacher instructed them about safety rules, no running and so forth. When the teacher walked to the left Dib was standing right there. Zim stared hard. Why did he have to see him now. He was so close to ending the day peacefully. But he couldnt help it. Dib was in black swimtrunks and oh so gorgeous in the sun and 'oh my gawd why am i thinking about this?"

Zims class was then instructed to jog two laps around the feild, meet at the red line, do 5 sets of pushups, 5 sets of sit ups and hten meet in the middle. They did as told. Zim tried not to look at Dib as much as he could stand. And after two laps he couldnt stand very well. He watched as two people chose there teamates only to find Dib was chosen last of the entire class. Even Zim was chosen 2nd or 3rd to last.

"ZIM! Pay attention!"

Dib heard Zim being scolded. How could he have not noticed a green dude in his midst... guess cuz the grass was green.. kinda.

Zims class grouped in the middle. Zim looked up at Dib to see him looking back. He turned red and looked away. Dib continued his volleyball game.

As the day ended Zims class was lined up to go back to the locker rooms. He watched as Dib got out of the pool and dry himself off. "He looks so good," he thought quietly outloud. He quickly covered his mouth with shock, hoping no one else heard.

'I must be being brainwashed.'

'I cant believe Zims here today. He rly just ditched the class with me? that bastard!' Dib crossed his arms and pouted the more he thought about it.

Thursday Zim did not show up to school.
Friday Zim shows up and again avoids Dib. The end of class bell rings and Zim steps out the school proudly.
"WHOO! GO me! I better get started on a new plan." He looks to his feet, not at all interested in a plan.

He makes his way to the couch and plops down not knowing what else to do.

'This planet is pathetic. I havnt gotten anything done....except for that carnival... and that shark.... heheh..."

The cloudy sky begins to fall to the pavement. A slight look of fear crosses Zims face. He shivers, remembering the painful sensation.

"Stupid planet.and it's stupid melting..erm....stupid."

He sighs and lays on the couch.

"dooodeeedooodeeedooo!" Gir plays with a fishtank.

"I think ill check in with the tallests."

Dib sits on his couch flipping through the channels. He yawns finally choosing a history channel show about lost ruins. 'Wonder where Gaz is."

*DING DONG*

"Who the.... At this hour?"

He opens the door a crack.
"Zim?"

Zim was shaking in the rain his skin seeming to smoke and he seemed to ignore the burning pain.
And even more strange? His antennae flattened and his eyes sorrowful.

He clung to Dibs shirt and cried.

"Speak to us of joy and sorrow. and he answeredm your joy is your sorrow unmasked. and the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. and how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potters oven? and is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say 'joy is greater than sorrow,' and others say 'nay sorrow is greater.' But i say unto you, they are inseperable. Together they come and when one sits alone with you at your board remember that the other is asleep on your bed. Varily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at a standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall...."

Zim wiped his tears.
"I understood bout half lf that," he whined.

Dib smiled, then put the book down and layed his head next to Zim.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

Zim took a deep breath.

"So... You werent an invader to begin with?
Dib tried to make sense of Zims situation.

"Still a service drone." He said as he his his face into the pillow.

"Hm..well... thats unfair."

"Im not supposed to feel like this. Something is very wrong.....im weak."

Dib pulled him in close.
"Listen to me carefully Zim. Some one with no emotions are never as strong as those who have to battle it every day. Its being able to understand and handle those emotions that make you strong. Being able to make the right choices and live happily as you can. Maybe you are inferior to them because you CAN feel."

Zim laughed. "Your stupid."
Dib just grinned knowing none of his words were sinking in but atleast Zim was smiling again.

Dib wakes up to see Gaz standing infront of the bed.

"Oh...Hi.." He notices Zim was still there. "OH... its not what it looks like...!"
Zim wakes up and rubs an eye.
"Go away, thing."

"Gay!" Gaz shouts as she leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.

Dib was beyond embarrassed. He never really thought of himself as gay.... Though Zim IS a boy and all.. wait... isn't he? Dib wasnt entirely sure he even had reproductive organs.

He looked down as Zim just lays there depressed. He leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He whispered "a little neglect may breed great mischeif. Wanna go have some fun?"