Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or any of the original characters

Thank you so much for the reviews. I like the cliché stuff. It makes me happy. I hope you enjoy the POV switches and that it does not make the story too hard to follow

Dib's POV

Stupid stupid Zim! I thought to myself as I watched the scene unfold before me. Not only is he clueless when it comes to girls but also when it comes to his surroundings.

First he says no to Suzanna, no one says no to Suzanna when she wants you to come over. I wouldn't find going over to her place... AND THEN he is totally oblivious to my sister watching the scene for a few minutes before storming off.

When will he ever learn?

It's curious how he and I became friends. One moment we are trying to kill one another and the next we are on the same basketball team, working together. Oh well its funny how that shit happens

"Very well Zim" Suzanna sneered at him

"Smooth move space boy," I jeered at my friend.

He looked at me with confusion and asked what I meant.

"That," I stated, "was your chance to get lucky."

"Get lucky, "Zim stammered, "What do you mean by that Earth Monkey!" By this point Zim became frustrated and screamed, "Explain to Zim right now! The almighty Zim needs no luck with nothing!"

Oh boy does he need help with English I thought to myself, using a double negative like that makes him seem stupid.

"Calm down," I told him, "getting lucky means to have sex."

"Have sex...?" he responded.

"oh boy Zim," I chuckled, "sex is how humans reproduce, except unlike most animals on our planet, we not only perform in acts of sex to reproduce, but to also enjoy ourselves."

"Well then! Zim must leave now for the lunch period is now over and he has research to do. Be gone with you Dib-Stink!" Zim yelled as he ran from the cafeteria.

The rest of the day went by fairly uneventfully save perhaps the frog dissection during biology.

Zim insisted that this was a form of creature torture and was forcibly removed from the classroom after trying to resuscitate the "victims" so they could be released back into the wild.

He's turned into a softy I thought as they dragged him screaming from the science labs.

After school I waited for my sister in the parking lot. We live close enough to the school that we don't really need to drive there in my beat up 2001 Volkswagen golf, but Gaz enjoys not having to socialize with others during the walk to and from school and I really don't mind spending the time with her.

Today was a bit unusual in that she simply got in the car and immediately turned on her game slave after a brief nod. She usually tells me about her art projects, and to be honest, I looked forward to hearing about them. Gaz wasn't the most sociable girl, and I often worried about her falling into trouble because of her small social circle.

Once we got to our house she ran inside yelling that she had homework to do and that she wanted Bloaty's Pizza Hog for supper.

I decided it would be pointless to argue with her, even though we had had pizza three times this week already. While she may be a girl and younger than myself her punches hurt like a bitch and when she was pissed off, I was often afraid of her.

I walked into the living room and checked the phone for new messages

"Hello daughter and son. This is Professor Membrane saying that I will not be home for supper and that we will spend family time together next week... oh scratch that my schedule just filled up. We will try again for bonding time sometime next month. Be good, do well in school, clean your rooms and don't forget to feed the puppy."

No surprise there, does he even remember what our names are? I thought to myself. He hasn't been home for more than a week straight since mom died. For Christ's sakes we haven't had that puppy for 6 years and he can't even bother to re record the message? What kind of screw up father is he?

I slammed down the phone I was holding only to pick it back up again so I could order pizza. I was frustrated and I felt like I needed someone to talk to. I quickly ordered one large pepperoni pizza and asked for it to be delivered at five thirty. I then sat back down and thought of people I could talk to about what a loser my dad was.

You're pathetic I thought to myself. You critique Gaz for being socially awkward? Look at yourself you don't have any friends either!

I'm friends with Zim...

Barely, and I am quite surprised since how cruel you've been to him since he came here

"That's true," I breathed allowed. "I have been awful to Zim since he came to earth. But at one point he was trying to destroy the freaking planet!"

I'll invite him over after supper, I smiled to myself. Besides maybe he can help me with my math homework he seems to understand it better than I do.

With these plans decided I sat down on the couch turned on the TV, and let the feelings of laziness and lack of self worth wash over me, becoming numb as the sounds and pictures came and went .