Hey what's up? This is my first story amazingly I'm so slow T-T. I joined this site a really long time ago and I just had to wait till I got a laptop XP. Well just a heads up I probably will update every Saturday if I can (my mom makes me clean T-T) and times the fact I have school so please don't hold your breath after every chapter I don't want anybody passing out -_-",so let me stop rant and go on with the story :3

Warning: Story contains Zadr and if you don't like it GET THE HELL OUT! Jk but seriously I don't want any complaints and no flames are nice but I do take writing criticism ok I'm done.

Closer than Enemies

"And then the Universe will implode at a horrible..." Mrs. Bitters continued to drone on. A tired Irken heaved a sigh and laid his head on his disgusting desk. Zim had not been feeling well lately, the case was that the oh so caring Tallest "accidentally" sent a hate letter to him. Zim was a little heartbroken at this, but deep down he never wanted to admit he knew it all along. Leaving his depressing thoughts he pulled out a scratch piece of paper from his red spiral and quickly jotted down a note in which he threw to the raven haired teen neighboring him.

Dib came back from his daydreaming once he felt a light tap on his shoulder and a hushed curse. "Zim", he thought. Dib didn't really care what the alien was doing but seeing as he was bored out of his mind he gave in. Opening the note he read: Dear Dib, I hate you. Zim. Dib laughed at the note under his breath and in neat cursive wrote: Dear Zim, Likewise: Dib with that he folded it into a square and tossed it back at the alien. The notes were passed till lunch.

As Dib found his usual seat next to Gaz he couldn't help but stare at Zim. "Please go away and sit next to him Dib, your quietness is messing me up", Gaz complained not looking up from her GS9. "How does that even make sense?" Dib countered. Normally a question to Gaz earned him a swift kick to the knee, but since Dib had become more stoic and uncaring towards people Gaz's superiority faded with Dib's ability to care.

Dib quickly stood up and made his way to Zim's table.

"Who do I have the pleasure of talking to today?'' Zim asked in a sarcastic voice. Dib took the small chance to hear Zim's voice. Yes he could hear it when they would sometimes yell at one another, but rarely could he hear it in a calm manner.

"Sorry I believe the pleasure here is all mine." Dib replied just as coolly a Zim had. At that the Irken looked up. Dib gasped just barely at the intensity in Zim's eyes."

"Really, then what is it that you want? "Zim questioned

I wan- Dib began but was unable to continue as a thick meaty hand was slammed on Zim's table.

"He wants to make out with you" Torque said loudly gaining laughter of approval from the cafeteria. Zim noticed a small huff of annoyance out of Dib before Dib turned to face Torque.

"Honestly, Dib started, I have low patients for dunces like you so if you would please," Dib tried to finish but was cut off by a fist to the jaw. Startled but not surprised Dib looked up from his position on the ground to look at Torque and his eyes widened

"That's what you get for talking out of place loser" Torque laughed with the rest of his friends. He stopped laughing when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Wha- Torque began but was cut off by a green fist to his face. Falling backwards he was caught by his friends and looked wildly around for his attacker.

"WHO DID THAT?" Torque screamed. The Cafeteria came to a hush as the known "new kid" stepped forward.

"I did" Zim spoke in an angry whisper.

"And I advise you to never do that again, "Zim spoke again but this time he let his voice carry in pitch. He then quietly turned around and sat back at his table and lazily began watching his hand run across his notebook. Torque finally realizing what happened tried to swing a fist at Zim's face but found he couldn't. He called to his "friends' but only heard muffle sound coming from them. Torque then look at who was holding his arm.

"Lose-, Torque was once again cut off as a barrage of fist connected to his mouth first then stomach, intestines, back and finally head. Torque cried out as he hit the ground. He looked up to see his second attacker and was shocked to see Dib standing over him. Dib crouched over Torque and said just loudly to let the cafeteria hear .

"Who's the loser now?" And with that the bell rang for the end of lunch and the start of class.

In the class room it was a awkward silence (1) until the last bell of the day rang releasing the students for the week. As always Zim and Dib were the last to leave, but not before glancing at a shaken Torque.