Her Eyes

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Zim, now downstairs, turned on a few switch, and a giant screen fizzled until the Tallests, Red and Purple, apreared with a questioning look on their faces. Zim pulled the female Irken and brought it up close to the screen, "WHAT IS THIS?!"

Red and Purple both glanced at each other, then at Zim. Red cleared his throat, "An Irken... with weird eyes?"

Zim shot a brow bone up, then growled before throwing the Irken aside. "The Irken herself told me she visited this ball of filth for a national Irken holiday- Mating season!"

It was silent... Before the tall twins burst into laughter. "Oh ho! Ho... oh god, you're killing me!" Purple coughed. Red chuckled, "It is Mating Season, Zim.. And I know you never performed... you know..."

Zim blushed, but hit his fist on the system to remain "scary", "I don't care! I have lots to do! As a matter of fact, I'm late for school," He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to the other alien, and she blushed, "Can I come with you to this... school in which you speak of? We can hold hands!"

The Tall twins cooed, "Awww! Zim has a girlfriend, Zim has a girl--"

Zim pushed a button to transmitt off and dragged the alien out to the living room. Gir was polishing up his pig friend. "GIR! I want you to activate "Mom voice", and call the skool and tell them," He instructed, writting the phone number on a piece of paper, "That I'll be there soon, and it's an emergency to the doctor's. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!" Gir did his usual salute.


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"Where are we going?" The female Irken asked, wrapped in a blanket from head to toe to cover up her un-earthly alien features to the public. Zim, carrying her hand and zooming to "The Mall", breathed, "You need a disguise if you want to come with me to Skool."

"Please excuse my slowness, Sir Zim," The female Irken asked in the sweetest voice she can come up. Zim shivered; Her voice was sweet and clear, like a shining jewel. She wasn't loud, like the other female Irken Zim had encountered, Tak, but the way she spoke managed to cut through the chaos ad pinpoint his mind, like a sharp knife.

"But um... what is "Skool"?" Zim stopped infront of a women clothing store. Zim cleared his throat, "Skool is an educational program for these Earth-monkeys." They entered casually. People ignored the couple and did their own business of shopping or insisting other shoppers.

A blond woman came up to them. She had pigtails and freckles. She was at her teens, or Zim has assumed, anyway. She spoke, "Like, how can I, like, help ya?"

Zim lifted an eye wide open, before replying, "Yes... My, uh..." He stared at the female Irken beside him, "... My.. younger, female HUMAN sibling would like some clothes." The teen snapped her gum, nodded, and held the alien's clothed hand and took her somewhere. Zim waited outside and watched as the humans-His biggest targets- walked and chatted around.


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Gir, already activating his voice tuning, picked up the phone and dialed the number, "Yes, hello! I am the mother of my human son, Zim? Yes, he will be a little bit late for the..." He scracted his head, trying to remember what to say, "... For the pizza pots." And hung up.

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The female Irken came up, still with the blanket over her head, with fushia-colored mini dress, black shiny boots, and a black scarf that goes with it. She ran up to Zim, and went to his home base for the wig and eye contacts.

She chose a blue-black colored wig that's poker-straight and is cut shorter in her back than her longer locks in the front. She chose, in honor of the eye colors she's born with, grey-blue eye contacts. She was ready.


They ran, hand in hand, to High Skool, and made it to Lunch period. They sat together, alone from others, of course. Dib caught the sight of them, "Oh, so now Zim has a partner!"

Gaz grolwed and continued fiddling with her game system, ignoring her big-headed brother. Zim caught Dib glaring at them, and glared at him back.

The pink clad cliche' somehow went up to Zim and the female Irken's table. The leader spoke up, "Hello, Zim, and who is your girlfriend here?" Her group begins to giggle. Zim glowered, "She is not my girlfriend! She' my... pen pal, and she's officially attending this stink skool.."

"And what is her name?"

Zim widen his eyes. The female Irken blushed, "I... don't have a name, really."

"Aww, don't be shy!" The leader cooed. The alien gulped, "... I really don't. I... am an orphan."

There was silence, before the leader was a bitch enough to blurt out, "How pathetic! Baby!"

The Irken begins to sob. One of the girls of the cliche points to the alien's face, "Aw, look, we made her cry! Boo-hoo! I know, we should her call her "Moody"! What's wrong, MOODY, has PMS?"

The group exploded with their hyena laughs and walked away. Zim turned to the irken, "You really meant that you have no parents?"

The Irken nodded. Zim sighed and place a hand on her shoulder, "Guess I have no choice but to call you "Moody" as well."

Moody glared at him.


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Tried my hardest. Really did. I have no time left. Please review! Did I mentioned lime things in this chapter? Oh, god, sorry, but I would add some lime if my mom would stop bragging me to clean the house. Were kinda moving out. So please, again, review and I'll update tonight perhaps.. Byes!