"I'm going to kill you....
He kissed my cheek, like he tried to do every day, this time he succeded. "My cute, black, kitten."
He only called me that, because of the dress I wore.
I crushed his hand and pulled him close. I could feel the dislocated bones. Whispering into where I imagine his anntenne to be, I said, "This kitten has a nasty bite." I squeezed his hand once more for good measure, before letting it limp.
He rubbed his hand; I could see him wincing.
"That's what I love about you," he painstakingly uttered.
Even through his pain, I could see love in his eyes; it was for me.
I felt funny; I knew why, so I left, before it could develop any farther.
I was fast, but Zim was faster.
"You're quite light on your feet, Little Gaz."
"I'm pretty quick to the punch as well, Zim," I shot back, curling my hands into fists.
Before I could give a swift uppercut, he began to run his hands up and down the sides of my arms.
My hands started to unclench, I felt at ease. I always thought he was so wrong for me. But then again, why did his touch feel so right?
For once in my life, I wished Dib was here. Without him, I was open territory for Zim. But Dib was home sick.
I could feel my free will slipping away; I was sinking into his arms, but I forced myself away. No, I thought. I'm not going to fall for him.
He followed me, whispering sweet words in my ear.
All the while, I kept finding myself slipping away. No boy on Earth had ever tried this hard for me. Then I remembered, he wasn't from Earth.
Every minute he whispered to me, every minute, I told myself I couldn't, every minute, I was farther away.
One day, he whispered something no one had ever told me before.
"I love you, Litte Gaz."
That did it, I fell.
I spun around to face him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled his face to mine.
As we kissed, I remembered how I thought I would never fall for him. Then I realized that I had fallen for him. A long time ago.