A ZaGr one-shot. Don't own anything, no characters, or the show.

Zim looked across the cafeteria. His eyes lingered on one person. Gaz.

He immedietely turned away.

"Invaders need no one," he quietly growled to himself.

A small voice in the back of his head spoke up. But you do like Gaz, don't you?

"NoI don't," Zim muttered under his breath.

Maybe... just maybe... it's love, the voice said.

Zim looked at Gaz again. Something stirred inside him. Was it love?

No, he was being completely unreasonable. Maybe it was hate, maybe it was pity, but it couldn't be love.

He looked at her again, this time, for much longer. Or... could it?

I'll try to update my stories as soon as I can. I haven't given up on any, it's just that I have writer's block. I hate writer's block. XP