"Jerks..." muttered the teenage boy from his hiding spot inside the boys' bathroom stall. He had been stuffed into a locker- AGAIN!- and had to be let out by a teacher after at least two hours of slamming on the door and waiting for somebody to hear him. To make matters worse, he had been yelled at almost immediately afterwords for missing class. A fairly typical day for him, though annoying nonetheless. Things like this had started happening to him on a daily basis ever since he had first entered high school, and the rumor going around that he was gay did not help matters at all. So he found himself once again hiding out in the bathroom, his preferred eating spot during lunch time. Nobody would bother him while he was in there. Well...at least, nobody human.


He snapped his head up from his food when he heard the bathroom door opening, and quickly pulled his feet up onto the toilet seat until whoever had entered, left. That's when he heard an all too familiar voice.

"Argh! Those HORRIBLE, filthy little worm babies!" came the angry voice of his arch nemesis, causing Dib to sigh in some relief and roll his eyes. He hopped down off the seat to exit the bathroom and throw out his tray of food. Of all the people in that school out to get him, Zim was the least of his worries. In fact, Zim hardly ever bothered him nowadays, save for the usual arguments they shared during school hours every day. Otherwise, he hadn't plotted anything new to take over the world in ages, nor had he come up with new ways to torture him. It was almost as though he had changed, not that Dib minded. He made his way out of the stall to head for the door.

"What's the matter NOW, Zim?" he asked in a casual voice, as though he were really concerned; anybody could tell he was just trying to get on the other's nerves. Perhaps in hope of starting an argument with him, different from the ones they could set their watches to. Of course, it was obvious already what the matter was just by looking at Zim. It seemed that one of the other students had "accidentally" dropped their tray of food on him. He stood before the bathroom mirror, trying to brush it off of his clothes.

Jolting when he heard Dib's voice behind him, Zim turned to glare daggers at the boy. "You want to know what the matter is, WORM BABY?!" He emphasized his last two words so as to show he was in no mood to be played around with. "I'll tell you what the matter is! You and all the other little maggots I'm forced to mingle with on this disgusting excuse for a planet are what the matter is! I hate it here! And I hate all you horrible hyuman stink beasts and your horrible stinking food stuffs and all your horrible hyuman habits!" he said, baring his teeth at the other.

Carrying his tray over to the garbage can in the bathroom, Dib just shrugged nonchalantly. "So? What else is new...?" he mumbled. Just as he was heading out the door however, Zim made a grab for him.

"Do not just brush off what Zim says as though it were nothing! Everything I say is not just...brush...offable!" he growled, obviously angry that Dib couldn't care less about his complaining. "Besides, what pitiful reason could you have for being in here, anyways? And don't go into detail about any of the disgusting things I already know you humans do in these places!" he added quickly while gesturing to the bathroom surroundings.

Pulling his arm from Zim's hand, Dib took a few steps back. "What does it matter to you what I was doing in here?!" He met Zim's glare with a glare of his own.

"Oh, nothing. I just like to see you squirm uncomfortably." He smirked, teasing the other now.

"Oh yeah? Well, same here." Dib smirked back at him, advancing on the disguised Irken.

"Eh?! Hey! Wait! What are you-?!" Zim found himself being cornered against the sinks as Dib leaned in to wrap his arms around the shorter alien, hoisting him up and carrying him out into the hallways, as though to expose him to the world. Zim, of course, struggled as Dib happily carried the other down the still empty hallway. Lunch wouldn't be over for another 15 minutes. "Urgh! Release Zim!" the agitated Irken demanded, "Release me or face the wrath of ZIM!" He kicked out his legs desperately, but Dib refused to let go anytime soon.

"Nope! Not gonna happen. I caught you," Dib said, walking away happily with Zim.

"AHHH! NO! LET ME GOOO!" Zim continued to struggle.

"I'd rather not."

Zim's eyes could only grow wide at those words before sending Dib a strange look. "And WHY is that?" he asked, stopping his struggling for a moment.

"Errr...I WIN!" Dib exclaimed, quickly changing the subject.

Zim's eyes grew wide again. "What?! NO! I WANT A DO-OVER! ...Uhh... What did you win?" he asked, sending Dib a slightly confused look now.

"I just win...cause I caught you." Dib grinned happily to himself.

"Oh, right...Wait... AHH! LET ME GO!!!"

"Now, why would I want to do that if I'm obviously winning?"

"Ehhh... ZIM WILL GIVE YOU A GIFT!"

"And why should I believe you?"

"What? Don't you want a gift from Zim?" Zim put on the cutest face he could muster.

Dib, however, just clung to Zim even more tightly, a small pout coming to his face. "Nooo... Cause I don't believe you'll actually give me something. And besides, I'm happy with what I have right now." He smiled again.

Zim could only smirk at that. "But Zim is offering moooore!" he said, trying to tempt the human.

Slightly curious now, Dib stared at Zim intrigued. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, wondering what Zim had in mind to offer him.

"Let Zim go and you'll find out." Zim said, smirk becoming wider.