Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter Seven - Dinner is Served!

Hey guys! Sorry if you haven't seen the updated version on this chapter, it's just apparently Wattpad took off the last scene. So, if you already saw the old version, just skip ahead to around the end. Thanks for your patience with me!

Zim watched as the two walked away into the sunset. It brang a deep ache in his squeegly spooch to see them together, their hands intertwined, but he knew it was for the best. I cannot love...but I sure feel like it. NO! What am I doing? I will not love this smelly human. The Dib can have her.

Zim walked into his house, staring at the purple-and-green wallpaper. "Youuuu liiiiike her, master!" Gir said, laughing sweetly. "Me gonna rooooll on the flooor now." The malfunctioning robot rolled and rolled, crashing into objects at times. Zim blushed as he narrowed his eyes into tiny slits.

"I do not like her, Gir! She is my enemy, and I will destroy her along with the rest of this sad little world!" he spat. It was his innermost feelings that adored her, not him. A part of being an invader was agreeing to never let emotions show...so he won't.

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"So, tell me, are you really from Britain?" Dib asked as they walked down the sidewalk. Her steps were so graceful, so quiet, so smooth. A boy like him didn't deserve a girl like her. "Yes, I am, actually. My parents began to wonder what America was like. They were losing money very quickly, after all," she answered with a light chuckle, but she did not smile.

"Oh. Who are your parents? Where do you live?" Dib pressed. Sam stopped walking. "Oh!" he exclaimed, realizing what he said. "Sorry, I didn't think they were...y'know..." "It's fine--it's fine," she said. "It was a rookie mistake."

They walked in complete silence as they reached the Membrane Estate. "Your dad is Professor Membrane?!" Sam asked excitedly, her eyes widening and a smile slowly stretching across her face. "Yep, he sure is," Dib replied proudly. She wouldn't understand that a great worldwide scientist was a horrible father.

They went into the purple building and entered the kitchen. "So what do you want to eat? We got chicken, steak, sausage..." Sam didn't know what to say. "I'm...actually a vegetarian..." she started. Dib smiled and pressed a large green button next to the refrigerator. Suddenly, all the shelves flipped around and the meat that was sitting there was a whole stalk pile of vegetables.

"Wow, did your father make that? It's pretty impressive!" she noted. "I made it. And thanks," he replied, getting out a carrot. "So do you want some split pea soup served with apple sauce, carrots as a side?" Sam nodded. "That would be lovely."

Dib handmade the split pea soup and the apple sauce. Sam was mightily impressed at his cooking skills. "It's like you've been cooking for years!"

"I have."

The girl stopped smiling and asked, "Why? Can't your mom and dad do it for you?" Dib's eyes widened as he heard her mention his mother. "No...they're both at work," he lied. His mother disappeared years ago, he was only six at the time, and his father was crushed. He shut the world out, taking on only the task of science, leaving his kids alone. That's when Dib grew up quickly. That's how his head got so big. (Just kidding!)

"Oh, well at least they let you go places. I don't know if you noticed, but I have a slight mark from when I tried to sneak away," Sam said, rolling up her t-shirt sleeve and revealing a scar. "Oh, wow, what happened?" he asked, abandoning the carrot he was slicing as he ran up to her.

"It's nothing, just an old scar from a few years ago. No biggy, Dibs." The boy blushed as he heard her call him "Dibs" again. It seemed nice, like a nickname.

"Okay, if you say so." He went back to the counter and sliced the bright orange vegetable. There was a moment of silence between them, like a spell. "So...the scene in the cafeteria...was that just playing?" Sam asked. Dib almost cut his finger when he remembered what happened that afternoon. "Sorry, it was just on my mind and, well--yeah."

"Of course, it was just all in good fun! I mean, sure, I may be mean to Zim some times and he may be mean to me, but that's...friendship to us. I guess," Dib answered. Sam looked distraught in a way, her brows forming a crease in between her eyes. The boy thought he saw them flash white, but he shook his head. It's just the light shining on my glasses, he reassured himself. She's not an alien like Zim is.

"So do you have a hobby other than spy on Zim?" Sam asked. This caught Dib by surprise; he never told her that he spied on Zim! He shrugged it off. He was certain this girl wasn't paranormal. Was it wrong to think that she was? Of course it was wrong! She was just a girl from Britain, that's all!

"I'm not abnormal, it's just obvious that you spy on him. I mean, you can see the antenna of your spyware sticking out of your pocket." She's acting like she can read my mind! This isn't paranormal, we're made for each other. Besides, humans can read minds, too. Sometimes...right? I'm always right! "Oh, haha, I didn't know you were into what I do. It seems we're all full of surprises!" Dib said, rubbing the back of his neck. Sam's eyes darkened for a second, as if she wasn't sure what he was talking about, but then she returned to her normal state.

"It seems we are. Well, what do you normally do?" she asked again, her smile beginning to grow again. She knew the answer: "Well, I normally study Bigfoot and ghosts and stuff since I'm gonna be a paranormal investigator someday." Sam was worried, she felt like she knew everything about everyone! It was like she could read minds...

He finished chopping the carrots and decorated the table with marvelous food: The soup in front of Sam, little bowls of apple sauce spread around the table, a great stack of sliced carrots on both sides of each of them, and a red, scented candle in between. The girl held her breath at the beauty of it all, and the fact Dib did it all!

   He dimmed the lights in a romantic way, soft music playing in the background. "Shall we eat?" Dib asked. "We shall," she replied, giggling a bit. "So, where are you from? I mean, like, in Britain," he asked a few minutes later. She swallowed her food wrong in surprise and started hacking away. "Oh!" Dib exclaimed, patting on her back. She stopped coughing. "Sorry, it's just... I don't really talk about that stuff with people. Anyone, actually," she said. "It's fine. You don't have to answer my question if you don't want to." Being short tempered wouldn't help with his relationship, considering that he just lied to her an hour ago.

   "Thanks... I must go," she said. "Oh, but you didn't even finish your meal!" Dib attempted to make her stay. "Not hungry. Really. I...I just need back home." He sighed and offered if he could help her home. She shook her head vigorously. "No, no... I'll just be on my way."

   She left, leaving a pang in Dib's heart. "Okay...bye..." he said after she left. Gaz laughed at him, making Dib feel worse. Was he ever going to get on her good side?