PsychoHanyo: Hey there, everyone! Time for the LAST chapter of Iz Moth (Uncensored)! Of course, there will be a preview for the next story after this chapter.
Nbld: Review Corner! Thank you to Chels for reviewing! Zim and Dib plushies for you!
Chels: Thank you! ^^ Sorry, but the smexy times are over for now. They will reappear in the sequel, though. ;)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Invader Zim or any related characters, themes, places, items, species, etc. Invader Zim belongs to Jhonen C. Vasquez, who would be sick to his "ill-prone belly" if he were reading this. I make no money off of this work fo fiction.
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Zim and Dib sat on one of the picnic benches outside of the Skool the next day. Gaz was playing her Game Slave 2 as usual, and the rest of GLASS was lounging around on the picnic bench and one close to it. Dib’s friends sat on the other picnic bench.
“So you moved in with the Membranes?” Keef wondered. “That’s
got to be great for the love life.” He winked at Dib.
“We sleep in different rooms, jerk.” Dib rolled his eyes.
“
Sure you do.”
“I’ll vouch this once.” Gaz said.
“
Thank you, Gaz.” Zim responded.
“They go to sleep in separate rooms but ‘somehow’ land up in Dib’s room together.”
“Gaz!” Both Zim and Dib scolded her.
“I felt strange sleeping alone.” Zim responded. “I went to Dib’s room in the middle of the night, big deal. I slept in the chair.”
“In a
chair?” Keef mock-gasped. “Dib, that’s not a very nice way to treat your boyfriend.”
“Hey, he
could have crawled into my bed.” Dib gave him a look. “But he thought that would be ‘rude’.”
“Your bed’s not very big.” Zim said, shrugging. “I would have had to squish you against the wall.”
“You weren’t complaining the last time.”
Zim flushed. “I thought we weren’t telling people that!”
The others laughed.
“We all figured you did.” Torque said, nudging Dib’s left leg with his foot. “You always blush when you lie.”
“Good thing Zim doesn’t.” Gaz said. “Then you’d both be screwed.”
“How can you tell when I’m lying?” Zim wondered. He knew his antennae fell flat to the back of his skull when he lied, but these guys couldn’t see that.
“I haven’t figured that out, yet.” Gaz informed. “I’m bound to, though. You living with us and all.”
Zim flushed. “Maybe you will.” He said. “Or I could switch my tell so often that you don’t recognize it easily.”
“Is that a challenge?” Gaz wondered.
“You know it.” Zim nodded.
“I hope you do better with this challenge then you did last night with Super Kicky Fighter 2.” Dib informed. “That was painful to watch.”
“Shut up!” Zim ordered, laughing.
“Uh oh, lover’s quarrel.” Jessica laughed.
Zim and Dib flushed.
“You can say that again.” Rob nodded. “Don’t get into too big of a fight, now. You two have to live with each other.”
“That just makes it easier to have makeup sex!” Screamy yelled.
People started looking as the others giggled.
Zim shook his head. “You guys are all terrible, you know that?”
“I think it’s just them, Zim.” Gretchen informed with a grin.
That got Zim laughing. “I think so too.” He looked at Keef. “You fall into the ‘terrible’ category too.”
“Oh, thanks, buddy.” Keef pretended to sulk. “I’m hurt now.”
“No you’re not.” Melvin punched Keef’s shoulder.
Keef instantly sprang up into a happy position, a thick grin plastered on his face. “I know! I was just
testing you!”
Dib leaned close to Zim. “I wonder who else Keef has a crush on.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I guess so, too.” Zim laughed.
“What were you saying about me?” Keef leaned across the table and kicked his legs up in the air.
“Nothing.” Zim said quickly. “Just commenting on how…is that a new scarf?”
Keef looked down at the red scarf wrapped around his neck, even though it wasn’t really cold.
“Uh huh!” He said with a grin. “I stole it from mom’s closet! It’s supposed to go on your jeans like a belt, but I like this better.” He stood on the table. “What do you think?” Keef walked from one end of the table to the other, modeling himself.
“Oh dear Slerek no.” Zim said, covering his eyes and looking away. “Put that away!”
“Come on, Keef, stop!” Dib shielded his eyes as well.
Keef swayed his hips back and forth as he walked. “I think I make a
damn fine model, don’t I?” He complimented himself. “Maybe I should move my arms, too.”
Torque threw a carton of orange juice at him. They had gotten breakfast at a place down the road from the Skool, McMeaties. Dib had covered for Zim saying he hadn’t felt good and didn’t want anything. Zim had tried some of Dib’s breakfast burrito, though, and it didn’t make him sick. Maybe he could give human food a shot. He couldn’t live on nothing forever.
“Stop that!” Torque ordered.
“Come on, Keef!”
Straw wrappers and tin foil was thrown at him. Someone outside of the group hit him with a pebble. “Who threw that?!” Keef wondered, rubbing his head.
A girl from Gaz’s class waved, earning a glare from Gaz. She muttered an apology and ran.
“Aw man. No one enjoyed my show!” Keef pouted, sitting on the edge of the table and folding his arms.
“I did.” Gretchen said softly. “You’re a good model, Keef.”
Keef grinned. “Maybe I can model dresses for you for prom!”
“Uh…that’s okay.” Gretchen said, waving her hands back and forth in a desperate plea.
The others laughed as the bell tolled.
“I don’t wanna go to homeroom!” Brian whined, picking up his backpack.
“Mrs. Sunshine would kill us for skipping!” Keef said. “She’d send us to…Mrs.
Bitters!”
The other shuddered.
“Who?” Zim wondered.
“She was out homeroom teacher. She scarred some kids for life, so they moved her into the Principal’s office.” Sarah informed. “She’s the vice principal now. You don’t want to deal with her!”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Zim responded.
Dib snickered and stood, pulling Zim with him.
“Race you!” Keef yelled. He ran ahead with Gretchen and Screamy at his heels.
Torque rolled his eyes and walked in with Zita. “So immature.” He complained.
“Why do we hang with them?” Zita asked.
Dib put an arm on her shoulder. “Because you all
love me.” He informed.
Zita laughed and shrugged his arm away before going with torque into the building, Brian and Jessica close behind. Sarah sighed and followed, Dirge walking next to her. Both ignored each other as they went in.
“Here we go again!” Melvin said, bouncing into the building.
Gaz rolled her eyes. “Come on, Lover-Boys.” She told Zim and Dib. “Don’t be late.”
She walked in, playing her Gameslave. Dib looked at Zim.
“Are you ready?” He held out his hand.
Zim grasped it with his. “If you are.” He responded.
They walked together, hand in hand. Seeing his new friends in front of him and his boyfriend at his side, Zim couldn’t help but think that he’d finally found somewhere to really call home. He’d miss his family, but he’d go back to them eventually. He couldn’t abandon the life he’d known. He was Irken. That could never change. But for now, this was the best place he could be. He was a real teenager, with real friends, and a real love-life. No guards anywhere in sight, and no Krill. Where was Krill anyway? Oh well. It didn’t matter. What mattered the most were the people in front of him and the boy holding his hand.
The doors closed behind them with a soft click.
