--Previously--

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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Throughout the night, I found it to be a struggle to fall asleep. Perhaps it was because I never usually sleep over other people's houses - I was never allowed to. Then suddenly now I ask and the answer is yes? 
I turned to my side, only to be met with the face of Gir. He stared right into my soul, and my nose was almost touching his metal. The little robot had no intention to but he scared me! In a panicked state, I quickly arose from the couch and jolted backwards. Gir smiled even wider and tackled me with yet another hug. I guess it was all the excitement of me staying over that got to him. I, of course, hugged back once I regained the confidence to.
"Hi!!" Gir yelled, bursting my eardrums. In result, I groaned and lifted my hands to cover both of my ears. 
"Hey Gir..." I smiled slightly. It wasn't because I was trying to cover up my annoyance (yes, I was agitated), but it was mainly because of my tiredness. That made my smile very weak. The bot didn't mind though - he didn't even pay attention to that. Instead, Gir tried to pull me off of the couch - failing miserably. It only made me laugh. He was certainly confused as to why; even so, he never got embarrassed by it.

Surprisingly, I was lead to Zim. He seemed to be struggling with something and punched whatever it was that he was working on. I tilted my head at that and took steps closer to the Irken, tapping him on the shoulder; he turned to me fairly quick because of that. To my surprise, Zim seemed very annoyed at my presence - could it be that Gir only brought me to Zim thinking he needed my help when it definitely didn't seem like it?
"Gir... WHY IS SHE IN HERE!?" Maybe it was a rule that nobody was allowed in (except for Gir and the alien), because Zim seemed absolutely pissed about it - it startled both me and Gir. Even causing the robot shed a couple of tears, before flooding the place with tears. It was a wonder how a robot can cry. Ear piercing screams were heard coming from Gir, which only made Zim worse! The room was being trashed; Gir threw things all around the place, even spilling a few jugs and cups on the floor. Zim rubbed his temples, proceeding to apologise to Gir. In an instant, he was calm. "Sorry, did Gir wake you?"
"Not really, he just scared me. I was struggling to fall asleep anyway - it's fine!"
"Oh..." It was all Zim could muster up. He didn't know what else to say, and quite frankly, neither did I. Still, the silence was never awkward. Zim turned to me, unsure of what to do. I just smiled back at him, almost failing to do so. My slouched posture did not stay unnoticed - it's just that Zim never commented on it. I patted Gir on the head, telling him to go wait in the living room. Once Gir left, I ducked onto the ground and began to pick up the jugs and cups that were on the floor. "You don't have to do that-"
"No, it's fine." - I continued on clearing some of the scarps from the floor, before searching around for a mop. 'Does he not have cleaning supplies?' I asked myself, though it should have been him I was asking. Speaking of which, Zim saw that I was in search for something (he figured out what I was looking for easily) and tossed me a cloth. I thanked him - though it was going to take a lot more than a cloth to clean this mess up. Surprisingly, he'd helped. 

Once done, I wiped my forehead, sighing in relief. Then me and Zim looked to each other and smiled. Tired, I asked if he'd wanted to watch TV with me and Gir. With a smile, Zim nodded. And so, for the rest of the night; me, Zim and Gir all sat on the couch - watching Gir's programs until at least 4am before dozing off. What we never realised is that Gir stormed off during our slumber. This left only me and Zim on the couch - sleeping peacefully.
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I groaned, having being woken up by Gir's face pressed against mine. His big, glowing blue eyes awakening me due to how bright they were. From what I could see and smell, Gir had prepared something sweet for the morning. Usually (when I'd help out), his recipes would be quite tasty, I only wondered what on earth he'd cooked this morning. I giggled upon hearing how excited he was,
"GUESS WHO MADE WAFFLES!!" Gir shouted. Oddly enough, it never woken Zim. It was a miracle how that had happened, especially due to how loud he is. Again, I smiled sweetly at the robot, trying to get up from the couch,
but to no avail.
I felt glued to the couch. That's because there was weight on me - and no, I'm not referring to myself. When I looked down (slightly to the left) I found Zim sleeping in a weird position. While I sat up, my knees almost fully tucked into my chest; Zim had one arm wrapped firmly around my belly while his head rested on my side. As for his legs, they were sprawled out at the end of the couch. It seemed my arm - the arm he'd rested his head under - was supporting his back. Gir (right now) was standing on both of my knees  and staring right at me. He'd been curiously watching me as I studied how on earth Zim had managed to lay in that position. Then again, he was an alien. Concentrating on Gir, I dismissed the fact that Zim had latched onto me as he slept - I shook it off as him just doing that whilst asleep. I gently placed his arms away from me, and after getting a good grip, it didn't take much effort.

Now, it was just me and Gir stood in the kitchen while Zim still slept peacefully in the living room. I let him do just that since I understood he'd been up all night. Heck, even I was still really tired. Someone's got to be Gir's company though! I happily plated up the waffles Gir had made - it's iconic, coming from him - and I placed them onto the table. Before eating, I'd made myself a glass of water. If I had noticed sooner that Gir was currently pouring an excessive amount of syrup on my waffles, I would've stopped him. Since I didn't notice (as I'd been pouring a glass of water), you could only imagine the amount of shock visible on my face. Instantly, I sped up to the table and grabbed the bottle from him.
"I think that should be enough..." I commented, eyeing my food nervously. Because I was mildly disappointed with the amount of sweetness added, I walked away, assuring Gir that I'd be back and that I was just going to wake up Zim. I never lied. The Irken - much like I did - groaned as he awoke. Thinking I was Gir, Zim raised his voice. This wasn't in a degrading manner, Zim thought that it was an emergency.
"WHAT IS IT, GIR!?" He rose up to his toes and jolted from the couch, quickly peeping around the room.
"It's just me!" I held both my hands up in defence, proceeding to point to the kitchen, "Gir's made breakfast."
And with that, I lured him into the kitchen.

Zim cringed at the dish that had been made for him so many times already. It wasn't old, it was just boring. Zim even got used to the taste of syrup Gir had overly poured all over the waffles. Upon taking a bite, I chocked on the waffles. Zim laughed at that - said found it amusing to watch as that was his first reaction to Gir's cooking. All in all, the waffles weren't that bad if it weren't for the syrup. Maybe that was why it'd be better in future for me to help Gir.
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And so came the end of the day, the time that I dreaded the most; that was after school where I'd have to go back home. I admit, it was enjoyable for me to stay at Zims. Much different - aside from him being an alien - though that only made it better! The only downfall was that no alarm was set (Gir was basically our waking plea), causing us to be extremely late for school. Now, things wouldn't be so bad if we'd made it on time, but the fact that me and Zim arrived at the exact same time - both extremely late - made things a lot worse on my end. All throughout the day, Dib wouldn't stop interrogating me. He'd ask questions:
"Why were you and Zim walking to school together?"
"Are you hurt!?"
"What did he do!?"
Those on repeat for a whole of 5 hours. It got annoying pretty quick.

And now, to make matters worse, I'd have to speak with my Dad. It wasn't the fact that I hated him or anything, I just wasn't in the mood to. But of course when I reached the door, my father stood right in front of me. As if he'd been expecting this. Strangely, a look of anger (which was what I expected from him) wasn't visible. Instead, it was worry that filled his face, maybe even sorrow...
Dad knew I was safe. And for once, he was happy to see that Zim was there to help. With open arms, I leaped into his and hugged him tightly. I could just make out the sadness in his voice, as it would crack every so often. This hug lasted longer than usual, until I finally spoke,
"I'm sorry..." I cried.
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