January 4th, 2017

2:30 pm

It's average. Normal now.

Looking into those wonderful, flawless eyes. Holding his small body late into the night. Waking up early because he has stupid sleeping habits and because Gir is insane and cooks Twinkie cakes at 4 in the morning.

I don't need to chase him anymore. But, sometimes it's fun to play our game of cat and mouse like we once did so long ago. Also because he enjoys to hide my clothes. Not because he wants to see me naked but because he's a dick like that.

We make cheesy jokes that no one else gets, play fight in the middle of anywhere and laugh.

Scream insults that are pet names now. Hurt each other in the barest of ways, just for the pleasure because we're fucked up like that.

Sometimes we fight, but what couple doesn't? Can I help that ours involve lasers, barbaric monkeys, explosions, big foot and the occasional threat of severe mutilation?

Afterwards we walk around, hand in hand, as if we've done it our whole lives, just talking.

About anything and everything. Sometimes we can fall into those subjects that make us tense. But mostly it's light hearted teasing.

I can cry and he'll comfort me to the best of his limited and crappy ability. He'll talk of irk and I know it hurts him to do so.

By no means are we friends…we're that and much more. My lover. My Jemna.

So many problems still exist and I think I like it that way.

I look down at that stubborn, hard headed fool who I spent half of my life with, almost died over and I still see that ticking bomb. I alone know how to make it explode, how to keep it calm. I can see his trust in me growing more and more as the days go on.

The truth in all extents is that Zim saved me, much like the way I saved him. It keeps turning. The limitless clock of physical and mental salvation. We perfectly complete each other. I have a feeling it'll continue to be that way for the rest of our lives.

People ask me what I want for my future and I don't have a career or a certain place to go…unless you count a pink couch in my ex-enemy's base as a place. Or a career as a best friend, and Jemna.

I think one day I'll find a real job. But for now I'm enjoying just being with him after so long alone. We're going to re enroll in skool anyway one day.

Nothings ever perfect. But, I've resigned myself to that a long time ago. Sure, everyone thinks I'm insane and Zim has a temper that can rival the worst cranky grizzly bear.

But, no ones ever seen the sleepy look in his eyes when he yawns in the morning and complains that I smell of stale human and feel the magical moment when he wakes up fully and sees your staring at him. The dazed look switched instantly to recognition and trust, sparks of passion and a bit of challenge. Hidden in the threads of magenta hide the one thing I've always been searching for…tenderness and caring. Love. He hasn't said it back yet. I'm not sure he ever will or if he'll even want to understand the word, but knowing I'm his Jemna is enough for me.

Outside, the rain is falling. Once upon a time…about a year ago I would see it as ominous and the sound of the tap against the metal roof of Zim's house would mean he wouldn't be coming out until the last drop dried from the sun. I would slump and mope about. It meant that I would be losing and he would be kept from me.

For Zim it meant danger and losing another battle to an element of hydrogen and oxygen. It was the ultimate insult. It meant we would not see each other for a few days. It meant that he would be able to actually think for those days and start to remember the horrible feeling of being banished and abandoned.

Now, with Mysterious Mysteries playing in the back ground, Gir running around, computer complaining and Zim pressed against my side, lounging about like a cat, looking so damn beautiful in my shirt…I can see why some people like the rain. I consider it my friend now. It means we can be inside together. I can just hold my Irken. The one that changed and made me grow. The one who I will be grateful to forever. The one who can drive me wild and make me feel as if I've gone insane. The one with big, emotional eyes and the one who makes me want to scream in frustration. My arrogant ass. Yes, I'm fine with the rain. As long as I can keep a firm grip on that wonderful, creepy, magical, weird, obsessive, moron that I've grown to love.

Dib's –Keep Out—

FIN.