A/N. First fanfic. I really enjoyed the show. It is mellow now but will become more serious as the story progresses. There will be ZAGR DATR and MAGR maybe some Lemon stuff, but not for a while.

Gaz's POV

Dear Diary

My name is Gaz Membrane. I have a brother and a father, and I just wanted to be a normal kid. But nothing like that works out for me. I watched the death of my mother in a car accident when I was a small child. A man ran a stop sign and crashed into us, killing her instantly. I despise rule breakers.

After the death of my mother, my father was never the same. His only coping mechanism was to bury himself with his work, if only he knew how detrimental it was to me and my brother... My brother Dib, he's about as fucked up as you can get. Freakishly large head and an obsession with the paranormal and no real friends... well I suppose you could maybe call Zim his friend.

Zim came to our planet 5 years ago when I was in 6th grade. I say came to our planet because Zim is an alien. Only my brother would be able to actually discover a real alien and not successfully be able to tell anyone. Pathetic filth. The first two years with Zim inhabiting earth could be called...eventful. He was apparently sent from the planet Irk to occupy earth and destroy all life... but all he has managed to do is upset some of his neighbours.

Recently Zim has been somewhat different now that he has somewhat developed an immunity to earth food and water. In fact he and Dib don't argue nearly as often as they used to, in fact ever since Dib and Zim joined the basketball team they seem to be rather close. He and my brother grew about 4 inches during middle school. Zim's height over many of his class mates appeared to please him greatly. I would often hear him scream, "Bow down to me! The Great Zim! I am All Mighty and Tall you foul Pig Smelly HYUUMANNS!"

It appears as though the days of Zim's identity revealing to the world have come to an end for Dib. Zim is even starting to fit in at school more, perhaps his green skin is becoming paler. Yesterday I saw him being approached by Suzanna the school slut for a "good time." I left before I had the chance to hear what he said.

I mean that kind of contact between him and a human could be fatal to one or both species! I wonder if he ever notices that I stare at him in the hallways between classes. Not that I really care who he pays attention to or what he does, but maybe one day he'll notice me the way I notice him. I have completely memorized his alien features, even though I have only seen him in his true form a hand full of times, most commonly when my brother would force me to be a distraction to Zim so that he may infiltrate Zim's base and place cameras everywhere.

Yes I have memorized it all. His large ruby orbs, without pupils and yet perfect. One could become lost in them forever. His two antennas upon his head, each with a slight bend, and thicker at the base of his head. I wonder what he uses them for, perhaps hearing and smelling, since he has no ears or nose. I especially enjoy the way his bright green skin becomes a florescent shade of emerald when he becomes embarrassed. Oh Zim

Idiot how dare you fantasize about the alien, and be writing about him in your diary... at school of all places! Idiot Idiot Idiot! Put it away before someone sees you!

THONK!

"Hey freak show Goth hoe! What cha got there!" a popular jock jeered at me.

I look down and realize it was his calculus book that hit me.

"Looks like you won't be needing this book anyway since you're too stupid to read!" I sneered back at him.

I quickly snatched up my diary and book bag and ran for the parking lot to rendezvous with my brother before the stupid oaf realized what I had said to him. Thank goodness it was Friday and I was free of those buffoons for two days. I pulled out my game slave and nodded to my brother before becoming immersed in the game.

My feelings for Zim, whatever feelings they maybe, I was still unsure, were safe, for now