All I Want For X-Mas Ch. 2

All I Want For X-Mas
Chapter Two

Two Days Till Xmas:

A whole day had passed and Dib was going to relapse. Not from any drug or drink but, from being around Zim. He'd become so used to yelling at his idiotic antics and actually smiling, laughing. Dib had tried to drink hot chocolate but it left him feeling lonely.

Then he listened to sappy music, but that only made him feel whiney and stupid.
The hours had passed, and eventually the sun set normally, except it bounced off the newest snow.

It was also different because the teenager was sitting on his roof, arms wrapped around his knees as he stared up at the skies. Normally he was inside and on his laptop or at Zim's.  Unbeknownst to Dib a sigh escaped, the fog from his breath fading slowly.

"Dib!" His sister's voice had him shuddering more than the cold. "Dad's burning some of our old Christmas stuff. You better come get anything that you don't want to be completely demolished for warmth."

The brooding teenager put his head on his knees. "No thanks. Don't want any of it." Good riddance, his internal voice said.

"Even this?" There was a small whooshing noise, followed by pain to the back of his head. It made a low 'thunk'. The kind that only hard plastic and skull can make.

"Urgh!" Dib's hand automatically cupped the back of his head, the other feeling around the roof for the offending piece of plastic. His fingers curled around the familiar shape and he held it in front of his face. The little disk was old, the silver paint nearly gray and when he pushed the little button on the bottom the green glowy lights flickered dimly.

Suddenly a memory rose up, long hidden and shoved behind logic, hatred, and lonliness. His younger self, praying to a Christmas tree, staring at this ornament and begging Santa for a friend, for an alien friend.

Golden eyes flickered towards the bright green house, that could be seen even without the aid of his nifty telescope. Zim was an alien. Was he the alien? Had Santa actually answered his prayer?

Dib's lips curled upwards in a small melancholy smile. Better late than never, right?
"Thanks, Gaz."

"Whatever. Just stop being so emo and go do something about Zim." With those words of infinite wisdom, she turned on her heel in a swirl of smoke.

Dib smiled wider, fingers tightening on the little UFO.  He had the perfect idea for a Christmas present for his alien. A hand dug into his pocket and pulled out his trusty Swiss army knife, checking it for any major flaws.

Yes…perfect.