Title: Silent Violin

Genre: General, Romance (ugh, don't you just hate that word? Sounds so cheesy...)

Pairings: eventually, ZaDr and GaTr (kind of one-sided)

Warnings: For now, just keep in mind that Dib has a pottymouth. c:

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Dib and Zim, but I don't.

Hopefully this story will be unique in some way! xD Enjoy!

Rain pattering against the roof painfully reminded the boy that he was running late. He was a blur, rushing through the house in attempt to find his cell phone so he could call and explain, but it was a hopeless attempt. There wasn't any time to horse around. Desperately, his next plan was to use the home phone.

As he picked up the dial, he was met with a heart-sinking beep that declared the worst. The line was out. Cussing and throwing the phone to the floor, he ran to his room to finish getting ready. Perhaps he could still make it on time.

His hopes were again crushed as he glanced at his wristwatch. Eight o' clock, and he was meant to be there in fifteen minutes. He picked up a spare towel lying on his bedroom floor, not caring if it was dirty or not, and frantically started drying off his hair as he waited to hear the dryer stop in the other room.

A thumping from out of his dreary room made him jump, and his first thought was that there was something caught in the dryer. He sprinted out, deciding that this was probably on his top-ten list of worst days in his life, when he realized that someone was just knocking on the door.

Looking through the peep-hole, he saw nothing, so he gingerly unlocked and opened the door before peeking his head out.

Standing on his porch was a four-foot-tall, soaking wet creature. Green skin, a messy black wig and false blue eyes identified Zim right away. Knowing water hurt the Irken's skin, Dib knew that the alien must have covered himself with paste, though it wasn't noticeable. The little Irken still didn't look pleased, however, but he rarely ever did anyway.

The alien didn't mind shoving the door open and making himself welcome, stopping in the doorway to shake himself off like a dog. Dib sighed and closed the door behind him, getting wet all over again in the process. He handed the Irken his towel instead. "Ugh, use this."

Zim blinked before snatching the cloth from the human's outstretched hand. His wig was hanging off his head now, revealing one twitchy antenna- Zim didn't seem to be in a good mood. Dib groaned silently. Any time but tonight! "Look, Zim, I've got no time to mess around, alright? I've got to hurry, I'm going to be so screwed..." He bounced on his feet, trying to find out what the alien wanted fast.

But Zim took his sweet time. First, he glanced Dib up and down curiously. "What happened to your hair, Dibworm?"

No doubt it was a mess. Dib ran his fingers through the messy black tangles. He hadn't even gelled his scythe-shaped lock yet, so there was a sprig of long hair hanging over one of his eyes. He blew it out of his face. "I just got out of the shower."

Zim grinned. "Is that what happened to your clothes?"

Dib's face flushed as he realized he was only wearing boxers, and he angrily snapped, "Yes! I've got to get them once they're done drying!" As if on cue, the dryer in the other room made a long 'ding!'. Dib rushed out of the living room and around the corner.

For a moment, Zim stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. He took out his contacts and wig and threw them by the door, because there was no need for them here. Then, brain gears finally beginning to turn, he stomped his foot on the ground. "Earth worm! Zim is not here for your pathetic hyooman clothings!" There was no response, and Zim grit his teeth and shook his fists, screaming, "DO NOT IGNORE MIGHTY ZIIIIIM!"

"Oh my God, shut up, Zim!" Dib came from around the corner again, fully dressed; Black pants and a white dress shirt tucked in. His hair was still a mess, though, and he had no shoes on. Instead of paying mind to Zim, he hurried back to his room, passing the alien by completely.

Zim was not happy. With a hiss, four metallic spidery legs sprung out of the PAK on his back and carried him to the human's room, his height now advancing up to the ceiling.

He squeezed himself into Dib's room to find the boy frantically opening and rummaging through his desk cabinets. He gave his maniac laugh and yelled, "FOOL BOY! ZIM IS HERE TO GIVE HIS DESERVING ENEMY A HINT ON HIS NEWEST, EVILEST SCHEME EVER!"

The response he got was a book being thrown at his head, and he avoided it by an inch. Startled, the alien recalled the PAK legs and stood by the door, a frown deepening on his face.

Dib continued his search, finally finding the black tie he'd been looking for and putting it on hastily. Then he begun the search for his shoes, getting down on his knees to pull them out from under the bed. When he finally sat on the bed to put them on, Zim spoke.

"Why did you attack ZIM?"

He sounded so heartbroken that Dib regretted ever reacting at all. One shoe on, he held the other on his lap and sighed. He shot a glare at the alien, but it ended up melting when his own angry amber eyes met Zim's hurt magenta ones. Instead of becoming angry, he gently explained, "I'm late for an important human thing. Why don't you tell me your evil plan while I finish getting ready?"

Zim didn't respond right away, but instead watched the boy finish with his shoes and start brushing through his messy ear-length hair with a comb. At last, he admitted, "Zim... has no plan yet. But it's only a matter of time." His usually loud voice was quieter now, aware that the human was not in the best of moods.

When Dib's hair was finally gelled and brushed through, he headed back to the living room, grimacing as he glanced at his watch. The little Irken followed, similar to how a small child would follow an angry parent. His antennae folded against his head, his eyes followed Dib as the boy put on his coat and picked up a long, black case.

As Dib opened the front door, Zim approached and put back on his disguise, then stared at the case curiously. "What's in there?"

The boy didn't have time for answers, so he just gave Zim a small push out the door. The Irken walked out and waited on the porch. Rain was pouring from the dark sky now. He blinked and turned back to Dib, who was locking up the house. He flicked on his dad's electric fence and quickly walked past Zim and down the sidewalk, turning to go into the garage. Zim gave a small whining noise and tried to keep up, boots squeaking with the water catching inside.

By the time the Irken got in the garage, Dib was already starting up his dad's silver Honda Civic. Zim blinked, not knowing much about human vehicles, but opened the passenger's side door and hopped in front with him. Watching Dib buckle himself in with the seat belt, Zim stared at the one beside himself and followed the example, clicking it in with fascination. He was a bit too short to fit on the chair comfortably, but it was soft anyway.

The car started and Dib drove off with a roar of the engine. Zim's stomach lurched, unused to the odd experience. It felt different than riding in the Voot Cruiser, that and the fact that Zim had never been a passenger in any sort of craft before. His insides flopped uncomfortably as Dib sharply turned a corner.

"Anyway," Dib began, though his eyes never left the road; he looked quite tense. "I've got to make it to this damn concert, I've got a solo and I was suppose to be there... five minutes ago." He switched the stereo to a station so he wouldn't have to watch the time, and soft piano music turned on. Contented with this, he continued down the street.

Stopping at the appropriate sign, he glanced left and right before continuing down the road. They were almost down town now, cars could be heard in the distance. The boy put his foot on the gas pedal when a car suddenly sped in front of him, and he was forced to lurch on the breaks. Furiously, Dib honked the horn and rolled down his window, then shouted out of the car, "HEY! Turn on your lights, bastard!" He grumbled and watched the car vanish in the darkness. "Stupid idiot drivers..."

"D-Dib monkey?"

"Yeah?" Dib turned his head to look at the alien, who he could see was pale even in the dim car headlights from outside. The sudden lurch had really unsettled the Irken's stomach, and it took a moment for Dib to realize what he wanted before his eyes widened and he unlocked the doors. "Oh crap! Outside! My dad would kill me!"

He leaned over and clicked Zim's door open. The alien thankfully ripped off his seat belt and turned outside before promptly vomiting his stomach contents. Which couldn't have been anything but acid, considering Zim didn't eat human food, and Dib had never really seen any Irken food with him.

The human tried his best to ignore the retching sounds, but it was just making him more nervous. He tapped on the steering wheel impatiently, knowing he was going to end up being late. When at last Zim closed the door and leaned back in his seat looking sheepish, the boy began slowly down the road again without a word.

They drove in silence down into the main town, and Dib finally parked in the lot of a large building that Zim recognized as the exact same high school he was forced to attend. Tongue sticking out, Zim's eyes scanned the building with confusion. "School doesn't start at night, stupid hyooman."

"I'm not here for school," Dib responded as he practically jumped out of the car and hurried to get his case from the trunk. Zim, who was getting upset because he still didn't know what was in the rectangular black case, stepped out of the vehicle and tried to get a closer look. But Dib was already trotting off toward the school, and Zim hissed angrily under his breath in Irken and followed.

"Dib-monster!" Zim was having a hard time keeping up, and he had to almost climb up the stairs. Dib opened the doors and was now running through the halls, but Zim stopped at the doorway to catch his breath.

Contemplating is choices, Dib stopped and waited for the little alien to catch up, and then began walking beside him, though he still tried to hurry them along. It didn't help when Zim stopped in his tracks, antennae prickling under the wig. Trying not to snap, Dib urged, "C'mon. What's wrong now?"

"Pah. You're inferior hyooman ears can't detect what I can." Seeing Dib's glare, he answered the question with a smirk. "Well, the mighty Zim hears a very.... odd sound." He shivered. "There are more wormbabies here?"

"Of course," Dib rolled his eyes. He started off again, and Zim followed. "But, just so you know, I can hear it, too. They're in the auditorium."

Oh, so that was where he was being dragged. Zim blinked and opened his mouth to respond, but once at the auditorium doors, Dib swerved around and leaned down to come in eye contact with the Irken.

"Listen, space boy. This is an important day for me. I don't want you to ruin it." He sounded so serious that Zim didn't respond right away. "Just... just go sit in the audience and, I don't know, take a nap or something. Are you listening to me?"

He had raised his hand to point at Zim, but the Irken smacked it away. "Yes, yes, the generous Zim will allow you to attend your filthy hyooman thing."

Knowing he wasn't going to get any better answer than that, Dib turned back around and pushed open the auditorium door with his free hand.

I suck at cliffhangers. Anyhow, I'd like to take a moment to explain that my purpose in life is to bring smiles to your faces. So at the end of each chapter, I'll spend some time humoring you with random facts or funny stories, and every chapter I'll have a question for you to answer. Also, please remember to review if you can. I tend to respond to them! ^-^

Today's Random Facts Are....

. Usually, I RP stories with my friend. This is the first story in a long time I've tried writing on my own, and the first ever story I've ever written where I control Zim. (If anyone ever feels like rp'ing a story, feel free to message me!)

. A 'silent violin', for those of you who don't know, is basically another name for an electric violin. They're pretty cool, I personally think.

. I play violin. o-o Gasp!

. Originally writing this chapter, I lost all of it halfway through and had to start over :/ It turned out better, I think, though.

Also, today's question of the day! Answer your own opinion in a review or a message! The question is...

What do you, personally, think or use as Dib and Gaz's last name? I believe that Professor Membrane's name really is Membrane, as it should be. So, what's their last names? In one of my story ideas with Gaz, I made her last name Sisson, I believe. It was an... interesting story idea. Anyway... Tell me what you think! I'm looking for a last name!