I'm back. Sigh, this site is acting real dumb. I dunno if it is for you guys, but all I know is that it's doing weird things with my story... Urrg.

So anyways, thanks for the awesome reviews, you guys! Here's the third chapter:

I DON'T OWN INVADER ZIM. INVADER ZIM BELONGS TO VIACOM INC.

Chapter Three.
Tutoring An Alien.

-x-

Gaz arrived at Zim's house without even bothering to knock. She swung open the bathroom door which Zim used for a front door, and walked right in. No one seemed to be home, until she heard the familiar, irritating squeal of Zim's pesky robot.

Dammit, Gaz thought to herself. I forgot all about that little robot! Great, now I have to put up with him the whole time.

Gir ran into the living room talking rapidly, and very fast. The only things she could make out were of tacos and piggies... and dooky? Once the CIR placed his eyes on the human in his house, though he immediatley stopped talking. A huge grin spread across him face when he caught sight of his favorite human, and immediatley began talking excitedly again, though Gaz still couldn't make out what he was saying. The happy CIR Unit jumped merrily onto the top of Gaz's head, giving it a big squeeze.

Gaz grimaced and tried to shoo him off, but Gir wouldn't budge. He stopped talking and Gaz realized that the happy-go-lucky robot had fallen asleep on her head. That was when Zim happened to walk into the living room. He was startled to find Gaz standing there. He raised an eyebrow and questioned, "You couldn't have knocked?"

"Grrr," Gaz grumbled. "I don't care, Zim. Just get your idiot robot off of me."

"Very well," Zim said. "GIR!"

"Yessss, mastah?" Gir answered, instantly waking up.

"Off of the human's head."

"Aww, okay," he obeyed and jumped off, running off into his bedroom.

"Sorry about Gir," Zim apologized. "I hope you don't mind. I'm sure he won't be too much of a bother."

Gaz changed the subject. "Okay, Zim. What are we going to be reviewing today?"

Gaz and Zim set up a sort of schedule for what to study each day. Monday was Math. Tuesday was Social Studies/History. Wednesday was Literacy. Thursday was Science. And Friday was whatever Zim decided he needed help with.

The first week passed by really slow. Zim didn't quite seem to be catching on to anything, really. Not to mention, whenever he heard a word or term he didn't understand, he'd ask a dozen questions about it, regardless of how important it was to the lesson. No doubt, it annoyed Gaz to no end.

"...By the 1970's, rock and roll had became a popular music style with youth due to it's fast beat and bad attitude," Gaz read aloud Thursday from a History textbook. "Many parents-"

"Why do humans name the years?" Zim randomly asked.

"What do you mean?" Gaz asked, slightly annoyed by the inturruption.

"I mean, you humans give each year names, err, numbers I should say," Zim wondered. "When did you humans begin this? And why? Do the numbers mean anything? Like, it's 2010 in human years, correct? So it's 2,010 years from some time in history. But it's been that long since what? The first day? But you can't have been counting ever since then. It's like you hy-umans are clinging too much to the past. Maybe that's why you're not as advanced as the Irken Empire. We Irkens don't dwell on history. We are always looking at the future. That is why our technology is so far advanced."

Gaz mumbled under her breath, "Maybe that's why your planet's so caught up in wars."

"Pardon Zim?"

Gaz glared at the alien. "Those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it." She paused and then continued. "As I was saying..."

Yes, dear reader, imagine this every 5 minutes, and that's what it was like for Gaz to tutor Zim. As you could imagine, that would surely drive poor Gaz Membrane nuts; especially when you've also got Gir interuppting every now and then.

Due to Gir's annoying inturruptions, Gaz and Zim decided it best to move from the living room into the one place Gir was forbidden to be, and that was Zim's private quarters; more commonly referred to by humans as the bedroom.

-x-

The weekend passed rather quickly, though, as neither had much to do, and before they knew it, it was Monday again, and Gaz and Zim were back to the new routine. But this time, things went slightly different...

Warning: Next chapter contains content that may not be acceptable for some people.

Having said that, I do believe that next chapter isn't really going to be too risque. You'll see what I mean! ;)

My apologies if it seems a bit rushed. I will try to slow down and be more descriptive in more chapters. And I will try to make them a bit longer.

Thanks for reading! R&R.