My Crazy Partner (Dib x Oc) (Invader Zim Fan Fiction)

The Dance...

-Gwen's P.O.V.-

I remembered Dib telling me he had a sister but just being around her I could swear the room dropped ten degrees, she was also kind of a bitch. But the resemblance between the two was spot on, "Bring your weird girlfriend with you." She says without looking up from her game and Dib and I say in unison by accident, "We're not dating!" I see Gaz jump off the bar stool and quietly walks out the door. "That's your sister?" I point at the door and he put his hands in his pockets. "Ya, that's my sister..." I glance at the door then back at him, "Are you sure your family isn't part demon?" I joked and he laughs. He pulls out his keys and goes behind the bar in the kitchen. He unlocks a cabniet and grabs two rock glasses and a old looking bottle. "This is Balvenie 40 Year Old Batch 7 Speyside Single Malt Scotch. I think you'll enjoy this. And don't ask how much it's worth." He pours a some of the scotch in the glass and adds a little bit of cold water. "Guess this is your fancy shit. Also why are you putting water in it instead of ice?" "Good scotch doesnt need ice just a little cold water, try it." he hands me a glass and I take a sip.

This tasted better then any whiskey I remembered trying. "I think you just turned me on to scotch." He smirks and pulls out a cigerette, "Do you wanna come with me to my dads award ceremony?" He asks and I steal one if his smokes and pull out my zippo. "Will there be alcohol?" I ask then hand him the lighter and he shakes his head after lighting his smoke. "Yes there will be alcohol, but these things are pretty formal. You'll have to watch your mouth, and pretend you care about science, and you can't get wasted." "I'm great at prendending to give a shit. I'm also great at pretending to be sober." I joke and hit my take a drag off my cig and then take a drink. "There's also dancing..." He mentions and my eyebrow raised. "Your joking right?" His eyes go to one side and he shrugs. "Dib, I have two skills, drinking and killing. I don't dance." Actually, I didn't wanna tell him the truth, I seriously had no idea how to dance. I never went to school dances as a kid, and unless it was for a mission I never went clubbing. Sometimes vodka can make me think I can dance, but that's more along the lines of liquid courage.

He stops mid way from hitting his cigarette and looks at me, "You don't know how to dance do you?" Fuck. "I can dance, I just don't want to, plus there's no music." I lie and point out. He pulls out his phone and little speakers in his kitchen started playing Feel Good Drag by Anberlin. I chug my scotch, and was thinking to myself this mother fucker. "I hate you, you know that?" I say and he finishing his smoke and holds his hand out. "I can teach you, I'm an alright dancer." He offers and I sigh in defeat, he pulls me up from the stool and guides me to the middle of the kitchen. He sets one of my hands on his shoulder and the other set in his hand. Then he placed his hand on my waist. "Start with your right foot." He instructs me and I look down at my feet, and still manage to step on his foot. "My bad..." I mutter and he chuckles, "Try to think of it as your footing when you're fighting." He suggested and I tried again. But this time I didn't step on his foot. He spins me and has me move my left and right foot more. "You're a quick learner." He comments, I gave him an annoyed expression. "I still suck you cant even try to lie to me about that." He nods, "Ya, you do suck but your getting better."

His phone started playing Without You by Breaking Benjamin. We stayed quiet and danced, but to my surprise I was actually having fun. "I bet your really getting a kick out of this." I teased, even though it was kinda cute just dancing in the middle of his kitchen. "What if I am? Can't tell me this isn't nice." He was right, I'd be lying if I said no. Once the song ended I was still in his arms and we took a moment and just stared in each other's eyes. But, the minute he blinked I couldn't resist myself, I pointed at his face and yell. "HA! You blinked first." He gives out a disgruntled groan and let's me go then crosses his arms and sighs. He was disappointed that I ruined our little romantic moment. "C'mon that was funny and you know it." He glares at me in annoyance and says, "Do you take anything seriously?" "My drinking." I quickly responded back.

He goes to the liquor cabinet and pours himself another drink. "I don't understand you sometimes." He huffs and takes a long drink. Once he had his drink down I bend over the bar a d say. "I'm a very complex woman, and you're not easy to understand either. So... " I stuck my tongue out and blew a raspberry in his face. "At least I'm honest with my feelings." He snaps and I glare at him and snap back. "Look I like you Dib, more then I wanted to believe. And again, because of that I'm willing to sacrifice those feelings so you can live. Do you honestly think I want to be alone forever? Because I don't, it gets really lonely sometimes being by myself. No one to talk to, laugh at, or fight with. Just me... " I've been alone since I was eighteen years old, and I'm twenty three now. Five years of loneliness, but worth it to keep others alive.

I stare into my empty cup and was lost in thought. He lifts my head and makes me look at him. "I know what it's like to be alone too, it's actually been wonderful having you here. This place doesn't feel so empty and definitely hasn't been quiet since you showed up." He tries cheering me up, and I smirk. "I'm not that loud." He raised his eyebrows and snorted. "You're pretty loud and cuss more than anyone else I know." I stick my tongue out again and say, "Bite me, jack ass." He stands in front of me and slams his hands on the bar having me pressed against it. "Keep saying stuff like that and I just might." I felt my face get hot, I was kinda thrown off about what he said. Also looked like he was about to do it.

He started to tilt his head and aim for my neck, then his phone started ringing. He growls and goes to answer his phone. Then started screaming at it, "What the hell do you want Zim?!?" He got quiet and he slams his hand over his face. "When did she get back?" "I guess... come over and we'll figure something out." My eyes grew when he said that then he hangs up the phone. "Did you just seriously invite Zim over here?" I ask while making myself another drink. He nods and pulls out another cigarette. "There's another alien on Earth, she's worse then Zim. Her names Tak and she's actually smarter then him, she's back here looking for her ship. Which I made commit suicide." I open my mouth about to ask something and he interrupts me. "It's a long story, I found her ship and tried to have my DNA implanted inside it so I could use it. Turns out it made another copy of me personality and all, but once it found out what a total loser I was it killed itself." If it made an exact copy of him that means...

"Dib, are you... Suicidal?" I couldn't help but to ask and he turns his head away from me. "Some things are better left in the past." I can't say I never thought about ending my life. But, something or someone decided I needed to be alive, so I am. I walked up and hugged him tightly, I didnt know what to say, I wasn't very good at comforting people. "Hey smile, or I'll make you smile dammit." I threatened then he started chuckling, and wraps his arms around me. "It's been easier to smile with you around." I leaned back to look at him but still had my arms around him. "That's shocking considering how much I piss you off." He gives me a half smile and says back, "You sure as hell know how to get under my skin." I give him a half smile back and replied, "Well, you make it too easy and too much fun." While trying to cheer him up we both got startled when we heard someone clear their throat in the kitchen.