Title: Go The Distance
Pairing: Zim/Dib (Its gay-love. Don't like, don't read. Only warning.)
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, don't own. If I owned it, I would probably stuff WAY more slash into it. D Lol
Summary: Zim runs from his old town, looking for a new life. But being left behind doesn't suit Dib and he goes off to find the one person/alien who ever cared.
Warnings: None for this chapter.
Author's Note: Well... I guess this is a new story. The first chapter story that I'm going to try to write... Ever. I probably won't update regularly and I'm sorry. But, for now, I have the two prologue chapters written, as well as chapter one. Hurrah! This will be my labor of love, I'm sure. Dear God... I don't even know why I'm putting this up. I'll lose inspiration in less than three days. Please forgive any spelling errors; I beta this myself (which basically means spell check! Woohoo.) Oh, and a lot of this will be OOC. Sorry, again. Well, please enjoy "Go The Distance" and yes, that is the song from Hercules. I like it, ok?

I am so amazingly bored right now, mostly because Zim hasn't been up to his usual antics today. Ugh, I hate Fridays… Y'know how must people hate Mondays? Well, Monday is my favorite day; it means the weekend is over and believe me, weekends pretty much suck for an anti-social loser like me.

Speaking of Zim, his disguise is pretty much perfected by now. He finally got over that bad Elvis wig and now has kind of emo-looking hair. He normally wears dark jeans and a variety of shirts. I guess he learned the joys of human clothing, eh? (Insert sarcastic chuckle here.)

I've been thinking lately and I've come to this conclusion: A lie is a lie, no matter what context it's in or who believes it. Even if the one who told it believes it's the truth, it's still a fabrication; something to keep you comforted in the lonely nights. But… if everyone believes it but one person, does that make it the truth?

I suppose that can't be true. Everyone believed the world was flat at some point. Yet one man said it was round. Crazy, they called him. His idea was stupid; there was no way that could be true. Frickin' Columbus was an effing lunatic.

And now, long after he's dead, it's a universal truth.

That isn't fair! I've been telling them Zim's an alien since Fifth Grade. And still they refuse to listen! Honestly, what's the point in warning these idiots of their impending doom and thwarting his plans, day in and day out? It's maddening! They're the kind of people that DESERVE to get enslaved. Really, what's the point? Mind telling me? Agh, never mind, I know you can't really tell me. And that's the limitation of talking to a book.

Oh, what now? Frickin'… Zim just threw me a note. I better read it or he might make a ruckus. I'll finish this later.

Dib Membrane