Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, if I did it would be on TV with new episodes every week. It all belongs to the brilliant mind of Jhonen Vasquez.

Chapter 1: Dreams

Her eyes shot open as she sat up in bed. Her dreams quickly jumping into her mind. She remembered the dreams. Some sweet, others made her cry. But what made things worse, was that she wasn't sure if it was all a dream. It all seemed so real. The dreams about Zim and her… the one about his squeedly spooch made her blush. But then the one where she killed him, for reasons unknown to her, made her cry terribly. She sighed, staring into the darkness. Gaz laid back down to fall back asleep, hoping to not dream at all. But somewhere deep down, she hoped she would.

The alien sat in his lab, staring at blueprints. He glanced at the clock: it was almost two in the morning. He sighed and rubbed his ruby eyes. He did not have his disguise on, since he was in the safety of his own home. Due to his PAK, he did not require sleep. However, with a few adjustments, it allowed him to sleep. Zim thought long and hard at his strange dreams. His dreams included the Dib-stink's younger sister, the Gaz- human. Dreams about strange romances and the use of baseball bats. He winced at the memory of the first dream. It seemed so real. Then he had a sweet dream. In it, he saved her life from another Irken invader, and she rewarded him by kissing him sweetly. He turned a slightly darker shade of green at the memory. He smiled and stood from his seat. He then stretched and yawned as he turned to leave his lab. To keep up appearances, he had made arrangements for his room to remain upstairs. He emerged from the toilet in the kitchen and walked up the stairs to his bedroom, petting the snoring GIR on the couch as he walked by. He laid down in his bed and pulled the blankets up to his chin. He hoped to dream more tonight. To dream more of her. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.

The day went on slowly. It was really no different than any other skool day, it just seemed slower. Due to the experiment Zim had conducted upon himself, he had grown to a whopping 6ft 2, and his uniform only fit him as a shirt now. So he walked into skool with his uniform-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans.

Zim and Gaz hardly spoke to each other. Although Zim did sit at the same table across from Gaz, nothing was really said. Dib, however, seemed extremely talkative. He grabbed his tray from the lunch line in the cafeteria and calmly strolled up to the table that Zim and Gaz were seated, taking a seat next to Gaz. She looked up from her Game Slave to see him and inched away slightly. He began to talk on and on about how he had found Bigfoot tracks the day before and how he was to be the first to discover the creature.

"But, of course, this discovery won't be nearly as impressing as when I reveal the Irken alien race!" he said with a high level of pride in his voice.

Zim chuckled as he prodded at his food. "You say something like that every day, Dib-stink. If you really were going to tell everyone about Zim you already would have."

Dib glared. "You don't think I've tried? Know one listens." he sighed. "But I'll have proof one day, and when that day comes, you're finished!"

"You say stuff like that every day, too." Zim said with a smirk. He could tell he was making Dib pretty angry. "Everything you say is a total, oh, what's the word, cliché? I believe that is the word meaning 'overly used expression'? Gaz-human, is Zim correct?" he said turning to Gaz. She nodded in response, not tearing her attention away from the screen.

"Wonderful. Then, Zim thinks the Dib-monkey is a cliché in general! You fail at everything you do, it seems." Dib slammed his fists on the table and shot up.

"Do you wanna do this again today? You wanna go?" he screamed.

"Do not raise your pathetic voice to Zim." Zim said raising his hand to silence the Dib-monkey. "It is not Zim's fault you're a pathetic, squeaky-voiced… um… LOSER, I believe the insult is."

"Like you're any better! You're nothing better than the dirt beneath my boots, Zim!" Dib shot.

Zim peeked under the table at where Dib was standing. "Fool! You're not standing on dirt, You're standing indoors on the linoleum floor of this cafeteria! Apparently, not only do you NOT achieve ANYTHING, but you're also stupid as to think that you are standing in dirt! What is next? We're all sinking in QUICKSAND?" He began to laugh hysterically. This sent Dib over the edge.

"THAT"S IT!" he screamed as he lunged over the table, clasping his hands around Zim's neck as they slammed onto the floor. Zim choked and gasped for air. He dug his fingers into Dib's side, forcing him to release Zim's throat. As Dib let go, Zim punched him in the face, knocking Dib off him. Zim struggled to his feet, as did Dib. They glared, and then charged at each other again.

Gaz peeked up, saw what was going on, shrugged (because they did stuff like this ALL the time), and continued her game.

Dib punched Zim in the squeedly spooch, making Zim grasp his stomach area and lean forward. As he did this, Dib punched his face. Zim grabbed his jaw, growled, and tackled Dib to the ground. He sat on Dib's stomach and repeatedly slammed his fists into his face and chest.

About now, all the kids in the lunch room were screaming "FIGHT! FIGHT!". This, of course, attracted the teachers and other school staff who were in the room at the moment. The P.E. teacher Mr. Sumthin-Sumthin grabbed Zim by the collar of his uniform and yanked him off Dib. Then he pushed him away and helped Dib up.

"Really? Again, boys?" Mr. Sumthin-Sumthin said, standing between Zim and Dib. They glared and started to stomp toward each other again. Mr. Sumthin-Sumthin pushed his hands against both of their chests.

"He started this!" Dib yelled.

"Oh, I did not! Zim was the victim, here!" Zim yelled back. They began to start screaming over each other.

"ENOUGH! That's enough!" Sumthin-Sumthin boomed. "You're going down to the office, you're going down to the office. You're both gonna sit there until the principle can see you. Neither of you are to speak a word on your way down there, you're not to look at each other." he said pointing a finger at both of them. "To the office! NOW!" he said, moving his finger to the door.

The two looked at each other and growled, then walked out the door into the hallway and began elbowing each other in the stomach and squeedly spooch. They walked to the principles office, anger and hatred festering in both of them.

They waited in the there. Both mumbling to themselves about how they didn't start it and how it wasn't their fault. Then principle Loozar arrived. He wore a scowl on his face, and his hands were behind his back. He glared at the two teenagers in front of him and motioned for them to come into his office.

After an excruciatingly long period of time getting yelled at by the principle, the two were free to leave. By then, it was already 6th period, and they had to get to class. The principle stopped them before they left.

"Boys, this behavior NEEDS to stop. You fight AT LEAST twice a week. I'm sure your parents aren't happy with the multiple calls they get from us. If nothing is done…" he left the rest unsaid.

Zim snickered. Dib shrugged. Then they both turned and left for class.

Author's note

So, what did you think? My first story ever. Sorry if it wasn't very good. But I'm proud of it. Please review. Please tell me if I made any mistakes. And, if you could, tell me how to set up the weird thingy where when you look up a certain author, the page that shows up with all the stories and stuff, I think it's the profile… I'm not sure though… sorry, I'm terrible at explaining things, and I have NO idea how to set it up. But anyway, if you understood any of that, then please help me. This is all really confusing. Please review.