Author's Note: I'm sooooooooooooooooo sorry! I've really really really really REALLY wanted to finish this chapter, but I've had a serious case of writer's block. If you could die from said disease, I'd have been in a coma for about 5 weeks. Yeahhhhh… that's pretty much how I feel… I'M IN A WRITER'S COMA! That is sad :',( *sobs* when can I come out of this horrible imprisonment? When I post this very very very VERY short chapter of which I wrote before I contracted Writer's Block (and of which I was hoping to add to, but couldn't. too busy being in a writer's coma). And when people give me ideas via REVIEWS! So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review….! Otherwise, I'll deny Gir cookies. And you won't like Gir when his cookies are being held captive. BBBEEEWWWAAARRREEE! (and now, onto the…[dun dun duuunnnn] STORY!)
Chapter 13: Fine
When I woke up, Zim still had his arm over me. I tried to slip silently out of the bed, but he was already awake and gripped my arm almost angrily.
"Good morning," he said.
"Morning," I responded. "School today?" I asked.
"If you want to. I don't really care. But I think we overslept," he said, staring off into the distance.
I shrugged and slipped out of bed. "We could go," I said, "but only if you feel up to it. If you don't, we'll stay home."
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he assured me, getting up. He flexed his muscles weakly. "I'm fine," he repeated.
I felt his forehead. "You seem fine," I muttered. My hand slid off his forehead and onto his cheek, then off his chin in one soft, swift motion.
He nodded. "I'll be fine."
I shrugged and rubbed my antennae slightly as I walked to the elevator. Getting launched out of the toilet again, I did a flip in midair and landed on my feet on the kitchen table, throwing my hands into the air in victory. "Woo!" I called.
Gir and Vee started clapping after watching the entire thing. "ENCORE! ENCORE!" they shouted.
"I doubt I could do that again," I said, climbing down from the table, and being as uncoordinated as I usually am, my foot slipped out from under me and I fell on my face.
Gir and Vee directed their attention back to the TV, acting like they didn't see anything. I guess that's one good thing with malfunctioning SIR units, I thought. They don't really understand what's happening.
Author's Note: Yes, yes… I know. Super short chapter…. :( I don't like it as much as you. So please review! I need I-D-E-A-S! thank yous! :)
(and second note to anyone that read this chapter earlier...: sorry about that little blurb below that note UP↑THERE [hahaha, arrow]... one of my friends wrote that little thing below the actual chapter, and i just left it there and forgot about it... so sorry for any confusions this may have caused. :))