Zim and Dib get high: the movie

Ew! Affection!

Zim landed the voot cruiser not so gracefully onto his front lawn. He was still a little baked, but he and Dib both figured it wasn't really a problem since theres no traffic laws for spaceships. Dib wobbled out of the ship awkwardly, barely landing on his feet.

"Thanks for taking me home." He looked down at his shoes, fiddling with his hands. He was kind of embarrassed that he lost track of time in a Starbucks, and that no one had even bothered to look for him.
"I owe you one, huh?" He let out an awkward, breathy laugh.

"Zim accepts your gratitude. You owe me caramel juice." Zim put his hands on his hips, but he wasn't annoyed. He'd never admit it, but he had fun. He had a lot of fun.
"Now get out of here before my gnomes incinerate you."

Dib quickly ran away towards his house, which was only a few feet away since he lived next door. He looked back and Zim and waved goodbye, smiling. Zim tried really hard not to smile back.

He went into his base only to be greeted by the same burnt, earthy smell from before. Gir made more 'brownies'. Gross.
"MASTER! I MADE MORE BROWNIES!" Gir shouted with glee, dancing on top of the kitchen table whilst the brownies were burning in the oven.

"GIR! CLEAN THIS SHIT UP! AND NO MORE BROWNIES!"
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Dib entered his class the next morning. Nobody greeted him, not that he was expecting anyone to. He half expected a mean spirited 'oh, welcome back.' Until he remembered that nobody even knew he was gone. He felt pretty pathetic. He noticed Zim wasn't in his seat. Now just felt worse. Why wasn't Zim there? Was he mad about yesterday? Wait, why would he be mad about yesterday?

Dib snapped put of his haze when a ruler smacked his desk, a little too close to his face. He was met with Ms. Bitters' cold, unforgiving stare.
"Dib, what did I just say?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Dunno. Wasn't paying attention." He was way too tired to be dealing with this. He was 16 now and had Ms. Bitters as a teacher since 5th grade, so he's used to being targeted by now. She just hissed at him and returned to teaching the lesson, if it was even that. For all he knew she could have just been giving each kid a reason to kill themselves.

Dib sat with his sister at lunch, much to both of their dismay. Gaz didn't really have many friends either, but that was only because she just never talked to anyone. She could be really popular if she just cared a little more, and she knows it. She just doesn't care. She tapped away at the buttons on her switch, as normal.

"What's up with you and Zim?" She suddenly broke the silence, still staring at her screen.

"What? What about me and Zim?"

"You guys are stuck to each other like glue. But now its like, friendly glue. It's gross. Is he like your boyfriend or something?"

Dib flinched slightly at that last thing Gaz said. He didn't know why though.
"Ugh, no. We're just more used to each other now. It's been years since we've like, actually fought." He glared at his sister, who was still fixated on her game. "We're friends now, yknow?"

"How come Zim gets weed but I don't?" Gaz sneered. She looked up from her game this time, one eye open and the other in her trademark squint. Dib couldn't help but be intimidated by this little look.

"Gaz, you're still too young..."

"I'm only a year younger than you."

"I don't really like the idea of my little sister doing drugs. It feels wrong."

"Oh, but its not wrong to give drugs to an alien?"

Dib sighed, clearly defeated. "Dad only gave me weed because he thought it would, uh, help me." Dib stared into his hands. He was thinking about how his dad only gave him weed to have something other to do than chasing after the paranormal. How he would rather have a stoner for a kid than a freak who cried alien.