↳distractions | gaz

|1| $20 is $20

"I don't see what's the big deal Zim." The alien across from the blank faced [Y/n] groaned in frustration as he banged his head against the lunch table.

"It IS a big deal! That pathetic HUMAN always ruins my plans!" She snorts in response;

"Are you sure that Dib's the problem?"

"It's OBVIOUS-"

"Dude relax, I mean, what was your last plan exactly?" The alien grumbles before sitting straight once more.

"Space pants."

"And how did that go?"

"IT WAS GOING FFFFINE!" She raised a brow at Zim, that is definitely not how it went.

"I remember the pants making everyone act like zombies and then Dib had to save the human race from being devoured by the alien SPACE PANTS!" Zim waved her off, he rolled his purple contacts.

"Oh please, Zim made sure you weren't affected."

"You locked me in a closet with Gir." [Y/n] stared at Zim with an unamused expression as he thought about what she said. The two were.. "friends" as he would put it. At this point Zim only hung out with her to appear normal. Besides, she did grow on him a little so he also kept her around for some sort company. It was better to rant to her about plans than Gir.
"What's wrong with Gir?"

"Did I forget to mention that he sung the doom song for the entirety of those 5 hours?" He laughs, mocking her struggle.

"Hah! Weakling! I dealt with that for 6 months straight!" She rolls her eyes before blowing a few loose hair strands out of her face.

"Anyway, what'd you want me to do again?" He straightens out when she mentions this.

"Since the Dib-worm has been annoyingly keeping me from my Dooms Day Device I need you, to befriend him and distract him while I work on it." She sucked on her teeth, making a 'tch' sound.

"You do know that'll cost you right?" He grumbles before pulling out a soda can and sliding towards her. She looks at it and then looks at him again, with a quirked brow. "You do realize what you're asking me to do right?" Zim growls, annoyed. Once again, he digs in his pockets before pulling out a $20. [Y/n] smiles, almost innocently taking the items.
"Nice working with ya friend. I'll do it tomorrow, all I know is that he's super into convincing the class that you're an alien or whatever."

"Fine! Whatever you need to do! I just want to work peacefully-" Zim proceeds to rant. She must admit, ever since she met him during middle school, his ego doesn't shine as much as it used to. Not as many "ZIM"s. Though the change was only minimal, now that they were new to high school. Or, Hi Skool is how they spelled it.
Ms. Bitters adopted the name Ms. Bitch since now the students learned how to swear properly. Ms. Bitters literally looked worse every year, and acted terribly toward her students. Which, you do not want to get detention with her.
[Y/n] glances away from Zim for a minute.
She found Dib a few tables away, his black slicked back hair was the most notable thing about him. You can find him in any crowd with that hair. His large circular glasses shined as he talked to his sister, Gaz. Though it looked like she wasn't listening. Her nose was stuck in a Gs7. Her expression blank as her brother babbled on and on about something she probably didn't care about. Dib and Gaz were almost complete opposites, [Y/n] wondered how they managed to stick with each other after all these years. She only heard rumors on how Gaz was tough on Dib, and how Dib can easily be obsessive.
It was hard to believe they were siblings.

"Hey! [Y/n]-human! Are you listening to me?!" Zim snapped his fingers in front of her face. [Y/n] was taken back to reality as she blinks a few times.

"What? What happened? What'd you say?" Zim huffs.

"Your attention span is annoyingly LOW!" She hums as moves her attention towards him.

"Whatever, anyway did you do that math homework Mr. Davidson assigned?"

"We had homework?"

"That's the third time this week."