--Previously--

We crept in to the office. (I don't know why we did it, my Dad wasn't even here). I sat down on the desk chair and opened the computer. Scrolling far enough through his files, I finally made it to his first ever document of this place.

And from there, I read...
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Zim's eyes scanned all of the documents I had opened up. There were many, all sharing (with detail) information about him. It was worrying because I knew that if we didn't do something, these documents would be revealed to most of the world, destroying Zim's reputation! When he'd seen how much information my Dad had recollected about him, it scared him. That even concerned me...
The guy was almost shivering, and with a cold tone, he said:
"Delete them." He instructed with a blank face, kept his hands to himself. His antennae dropped (he had taken off his wig once my Dad left - said it felt itchy) and he looked nervous. I did what was asked and deleted almost all of the files. The one we had originally set eyes on before he told me to delete the files was the one that held the most information on. It was the day we'd sat on my bed, talking about the Irken empire and such.
When I said 'almost' earlier, there was a reason behind it. Our faces turned to see the horror that now stood in front of us - my Dad.! I was certainly grounded. What confused me was why he was back so early. The one thing that relieved me was that Zim kept himself well hidden. It was a challenge for him though; his antennae were almost peeking from the desk, his wig was kept away. Of course, it was hidden behind the open door. I glanced from the wig (next to my Dads feet), to his face - rage. That's what he felt towards me.
He could picture exactly what I was doing - it wasn't hard to tell. What upset him the most was that he'd mentioned how important this job was to him. I knew this. Heck, he'd pull all-nighters with nothing but coffee and his laptop just to perfect his work. Now, seeing as I'm here, deleting the files - it really got to him.

From the sound of tapping feet, Zim scooted backwards, pressing himself against the back of the table. He quivered; seeing brown lace-up shoes. This behaviour was very unlike him. Maybe he was nervous? Even so, he never acts as scared as this. I'd have to ask him later...
Dad crossed his arms, tears threatening to fall upon seeing the screen. One work had been kept, yes, but it was the most important one; the one that had to be deleted. He didn't  mutter a word and snatched the mouse from me, clicking it rapidly. Unfortunately for him, his other works could not be retrieved. He pinched the bridge of his nose , followed by a scrunch. Without sounding angry (or at least trying not to) he told me:
"Get out."
I sighed at that. I wasn't going to argue back. Though at this point I mainly worried about Zim, he was also in the room. Either way, I'm sure he'd find a way out! Still, despite my worry for Zim, I could not help but feel a wave drown me with guilt. I felt like a downer. I sloped out of the room and propped myself on the couch. This pained me because I could hear quiet sobs come from the office. I can't blame him. If I were him, I'd be feeling the exact way! Tons of hours spent on work, the amount of sleep lost from it - just for it all to be a waste in the end. Now that struck me...

'Am I a bad person..?'

Now I started crying. And the pillow my head was buried into absorbed my tears; leaving small, wet patches after I calmed down. From there, I crept back to the office and opened the door, only to find my Dad sat in his chair, staring into space. I frowned a little before gently closing the door. When I turned to walk back into my room I was met with the face of another, almost making me shriek. Fortunately, I contained myself, not wanting to disturb my Dad. It was - of course - Zim in all of his glory. He must've crept out whilst my Dad was in that state.
"Human, thank you for deleting them. Your Dad isn't very happy with you, though..."  He whispered, stating the obvious, but I tried my best to ignore the last part. That nickname, 'human', was it really necessary!? I didn't really like being called 'human' and I made it clear to Zim. No matter what, he kept calling me that. Maybe he forgot. I mean, it was Zim's nature to call almost everyone 'human' and to those he didn't like, it was something degrading. I got used  to it, even though it wasn't my cup of tea. "Still, I appreciate it. Such noble people such as yourself deserve the honour of staying at my house tonight!

'Noble.!?' I was stunned. How very rare it was for Zim to complement someone. Needless to say, I was flattered. I thought more about what he had said. Was this an invitation? A request? Or a demand? And anyway, why was he offering this to me..?
Speechless, I nodded. Then, we both walked to my room and began to pack my bags. Once finished, Zim crept towards the door whilst I made my way to the office. I told Dad that I was going to be sleeping over Zims tonight. He nodded, disinterested, and muttered some words that I failed to hear. I was a bit shocked at his answer, considering Zim was a boy and such. Still, I was more content, on the other hand, my Dad was the opposite. 
He was glad that I was staying over a friends, it gave him time to clear his head. But what he wasn't so happy about was the fact that I was staying with Zim. But what was the point? I already knew what he was up to;
He wouldn't be surprised if I'd tell him about it...

So I left the place with Zim and - soon after - we reached his house. Inside, was Gir throwing popcorn, cheering at something on the television. It wasn't long before he noticed our presence; that's when he leaped off of the couch and tackled Zim and I with a hug, forcing us three together. This took the stress away. I giggled and hugged him back, along with Zim. Now Zim was rather puzzled, but caught on in the short-lasting hug. Gir peered around my side to find a bag behind me.
"Are you sleeping over!?" Gir could not contain his excitement. And to that, I laughed.
"Yes.!" I answered cheerfully. And with that, I got dragged away by Gir to the couch - the robot desperately wanted me to watch TV with him. It was rather cute! Zim, on the other hand, was slightly agitated, I didn't know why.
From the corner of my eye, I watched as Zim ripped off his gelled, black wig and threw it - it, perfectly landing on a hook of a coat-hanger rack. Then, he gently took of his contacts and placed them on a side table. I don't know why I was suddenly paying attention to him, but I was somewhat intrigued. I was curious and found his work more interesting (at the moment) than watching this show with Gir. Don't get me wrong, I do love TV, but right now I wanted to be with Zim. So I got up, to which Gir tilted his head at. 
"Hey, Zim?"
"Eh?" He shrugged, looking back at me.
"Can we hang out?" I asked.
"Uhh..." He was slightly confused as to why I carried such interest - I was nosy. Then he thought back to the many times I had helped him out, and smiled a little. But he tried to cover that. "Okay then, you can watch as I, the genius Irken, work away!" 

He let out a little cute giggle, I could barely hold in an 'awh'.
What was it that he was working on? All kinds of things! Gir followed behind us, bored to be left on his own again. It was I who managed to stop Gir from interfering with his work and messing it up - Zim thanked me later. I only just noticed, starting a couple of days ago, I had received a number of praises and complements of Zim; all while he was still trying to maintain his villain persona around me, as shown in the school incident.
Needless to say, I was happy to be staying with Zim tonight!
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