Dib stared at Zim and finally decided to try. He moved closer and closer to Zim. His arms pinning zim against the wall again. He grabbed both of Zim's wrists in one hand and cupped his face in the other. "you may not like me, Zim nut I like you" Dib whispered in zim's ear, closing his eyes. He then kissed zim again this time on purpose. Dib made a small noise in the back of his trought. What was this feeling? He felt warm and his senses felt fuzzy.