Title: The Magical Love Adventure

An Invader Zim Fanfiction Composed by: Cassie J. Bryant

Main Genre: Romance.

Minor Genre(s): Humor, Adventure, Friendship.

Ratings/Warnings: T (contains content not suitable for children) - ZAGR and TONS of adorable fluff. Very mild OOCness, if any. Rating won't increase, but may decrease. Future warnings will be noted before chapter.

Disclaimer: Invader Zim is copyright to Nickelodeon and Jhonen Vasquez.

Begin Author Note: Here we go again. I was going to use this plot for the sequel to my Downloaded Personality fanfiction, but I decided to go in another direction and incorporate Gaz instead. I think I made the right choice, even though I'm not a huge fan of ZAGR. My only problem is that I find it incredibly frustrating characterizing Gaz, since she seems annoyed and careless most of the time. She doesn't talk much, either. It may be because she's the exact opposite of me in a way. I decided to change the setting to their highschool years. I'm leaving out the typical "new" appearances of the characters, since I really feel that should be left to the reader's jurisdiction. It's up to you if you want Zim to be tall or not ha-ha.

The format of this fanfiction will basically be a "die-ary" (JTHM reference! Woo!) entry by Gaz, followed by what happened earlier in the day. This is more of a prologue to show you what happened before the antics. Future chapters will be much lengthier. Enjoy!

Prologue – Girlfriend-smelly

Dear Die-ary,

I said yes. Why I did? Hell if I know.

Maybe it was just how pathetic he looked while asking me. He did have this stupid face on. He tried to look brave, but you could tell he was nervous. Idiot.

Maybe I was just having a good day. I did unlock that secret level I've been trying to figure out for days. It's a pretty cool level.

Maybe I just wanted him to get away from me. He was annoying me… not like that was anything new.

Maybe my mind was on other things and the wrong answer just slipped out. I was playing my GS5. Maybe that's it.

I could jump to a thousand conclusions, but let's face it.

In the end, I said yes.

This is going to suck.

-Gaz.

They should replace the "Hi" with "Hell" in the word Hi-Skool, Gaz insisted, for it was hell. Every day seemed to be an exact replica of the last. Her blasé life would start in the morning. Gaz would eat her annoying burnt toast, walk to the learning facility with her annoying brother, attend classes with her annoying fellow students, go to lunch to eat and ignore the annoying Zim and Dib, attend a few more annoying classes, and then walk back home with her still annoying brother. There would be casual periods of killing vampire piggies in between. Yes, every day was the same.

But today was different.

Dib was sick. Dib's never sick.

"Are you coming or not, Dib?" Gaz questioned. At the bottom of the staircase, she crossed her arms and erratically tapped her foot. The nasally voice of Dib echoed in return. It became apparent that he was still in bed.

"I don't think I'll be able to g-…" The paranormal enthusiast sneezed. He continued, "Go to skool today. I'm not feeling so well."

"Alright, whatever," Gaz mumbled. Before she reached for the door, Dib called for her.

"Watch Zim for me," He pleaded.

Without another word, the younger sibling departed.

As the day rolled by, everything was the way it had always been: boring. Today, Gaz overheard "so and so" change his "relationship status" on "facebook" to "in a relationship with so and so". Alas, another boring and unproductive conversation. The only thing that seemed to change in this pile of junk deemed a Hi-Skool were the consistent hook ups and break ups between "love struck" students. She simply grunted in retort and returned to her Game Slave. She was already accustomed to her cohorts' idiocy.

Lunch came around like clockwork. Once Gaz received her sludge of food, she retired to her typical stationary lunch table. After attempting to masticate on the poisonous substance, she gently pushed the tray aside and removed her Game Slave from her backpack. After several minutes of play, she finally solved the puzzle to unlock the mysterious level: Level 66. Her amber eyes grew wide. This level unlocked the ultimate vampire piggy fighting weapon: "The Bacon Garlic Ray". She had been working on this achievement for days on end. She would be unstoppable with this powerful ray gun. Any vampire piggy that would try to stand in the way of her would end in their own blood and ashes. This was it. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

"Hello, Dib's scary sister," A commonplace voice spoke before her. It was a voice she didn't wish to be bothered with.

"Go away. I'm killing piggies," Gaz replied on instinct. She kept her position and interacted with the mechanism.

"Yes, that's very interesting," Zim responded. He inhaled dramatically, then continued, "Listen, Gaz, I have a question I would like to ask. An offer, if you will."

"Whatever," She answered as her fingers rapidly moved over the game console's buttons.

"Well, Zim has been thinking. He has been thinking with his almighty brain that is very much almighty. And he has realized there have been things, Gaz-beast. Many, many things. And these things must be tended to, for he is Zim and you are Gaz," He stated matter-of-factly. He attempted to take full advantage of the situation. Dib was absent today, so this was his one and only chance.

Gaz didn't answer as she continued to concentrate on the tiny screen. The disguised Irken apprehensively cleared his throat and continued.

"It would appear that these 'things' are what you humans call 'feelings', and I feel these feelings very much so for you, human-worm monkey."

The "human-worm monkey" still didn't respond. Zim grew anxious.

"So, Zim has made the choice that you will be his - uh, what do they call it… no, not love pigs – oh yeah! Zim has made the choice that you will be his friend of girl!"

Finally, Gaz paused the game. She took a quick glance at the Irken before her and sighed in irritation, "…What?"

"Will you be my girlfriend-smelly?" Zim asked as he tightly sealed his eyes and spread his arms wide.

Gaz's eyes returned to her videogame. She un-paused the system and carried on, "Yeah, sure."

"YOU DO NOT HAVE A CHO- …Whoa… Wait… Really?" Zim answered in astonishment as he finally absorbed the information.

"Yeah, I guess," Gaz replied as her focus remained on the game.

"Well, uh, okay then," He replied.

A minute of awkward silence overwhelmed the incognito invader. Zim scratched the back of his neck and uneasily looked about the lunch room. He then curiously peered down at the seated Gaz, who seemed unaffected by his previous inquiry. He raised a non-existent eyebrow. He was hoping this would have been different. He was certain he had extracted enough information on Earthling relationships. Shouldn't there be some sort of celebration?

He became weary of the female's silence. He shifted in his place.

"So, uh… what now?"

They didn't speak to each other for the rest of the day.

To Be Continued...