*EDIT-I HAVE TAKEN CHAPTER SEVEN [WHICH WAS A CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER SIX] TO CHAPTER SIX. THEY WERE NEVERMENT TO BE TWO SEPERATE CHAPTERS BUT WERE UPDATED AT DIFFERENT TIMES. SO ENJOY THE FULL CHAPTER SIX.

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"WHAT?" The teenage boy yelled, jumping from his comfortable seat. "Gaz! What did you do?"

His sister shrugged meekly, purple hair rolling in waves over her shoulders. "I merely set you up on a fun-filled afternoon with someone who could use your expertise in the world, that's all. A date was just a... play on words, if you will." She explained.

Dib let out a sigh of relief as he sank back into his chair. "Ok, good." He mumbled, moving his hair from his sweaty face. "Who is it and what am I talking about?"

"They said something about the 'eyeball' or something. I'm sure you know what it means, right?"

"Of course I do!" He seethed, a burst of annoyance randomly striking him. "S-sorry."

"Eh, it's alright. Anyway, no need to get so...eager over the situation." She told him, a smirk playing on her lips. "You will need to dress nice too, and you'll be meeting at Groinkie's Place."

"Groinkie's Place?" Dib asked, eyebrow rising. "But it's so expensive! I can't afford it with what money dad gives us weekly and I'm not going to ask him for more."

"Just tell him you're going on a date, then he'll INSIST upon giving you money. I mean, hell, you could even treat yourself to a MOVIE, or buy yourself something SWEET from the candy store downtown." There was a way in which she was saying this that made Dib feel uneasy, like she was up to something, plotting against him. But Gaz had been nothing but kinda and faithful since his little INCIDENT, so he had no reason to doubt her.

With a sigh he nodded, a quick and painless surrender. "Alright, alright, but you know how I hate to lie to dad. If he finds out anything and actually decides to CARE for once, the blame falls on you." He explained to his already exiting sister.

"Ok, fair enough." She agreed as she made her way to her own humbly morbid abode. "Then it's a good thing you won't be lying."

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"Groinkie's Place, ha!" He muttered as he walked down the streets with his escort, hiding his face from just anybody on the streets. He was dressed in a fine black suit, white shirt beneath tucked into his pants, the red tie shining brightly between layers. He tugged on his coat a little as he walked, adjusting his glasses."Gaz, am I really meeting someone from the Eyeball?" Dib asked, looking down his sister with a questionable look. "I'm awfully dressed up."

"Just wait and see, Dib, don't be so impatient." She sighed, looking to the restaurant as it came into view. "Drag on about it anymore and I'll reconsider walking you there."

"Alright, fine. But this better be worth it." He muttered, looking to the restaurant as well. She didn't say 'yes' or 'no'. This could be trouble.

A minute later, when they finally reached the gates that outlined the gorgeous outdoor setting, Gaz smiled and began walking away. "It's under Membrane! They'll be here in roughly five minutes! See ya!" She waved and finally turned back around before her brother could say, or suspect anything.

Dib watched her go and nodded, more to give himself some reassurance than to acknowledge what his sister had said. As he walked past the small tables that lined the courtyard he couldn't help but secretly want to meet someone here, someday, for a date. He shook his head and blew off the thought, reaching the host podium.

"Good evening, Sir. Reservations?" The man, in his rough forties, asked politely.

Dib nodded. "Yes, Membrane." I doubt he'd be smiling if it wasn't his job, I'm only seventeen. Jerk.

With a small nod and a quick "This way, please." the man lead Dib to a small, two person table outside close to the path he had just walked on. "Enjoy your meal, Sir."

Dib nodded, smiling weakly. "Yes, thank you." He sat down slowly, taking in his surroundings. There were roughly 100 tables in all in the courtyard. Hmm, courtyard? Hardly. I guess it's about as close as you can get here. Although the grass was green, the surrounding plants beautiful, and the lights illuminating the path and tables radiant, he couldn't help but sigh in displeasure. Everything was so over done and romantic that he felt a sense of unease.

Perhaps it was because of her? Yes, that had to be it! He would have had to problem with relationships and love if it wasn't for her! Wait, no, not her, him!

Zim!

Dib slammed his fists on the table making the small candle before him shake and tremble. He was just about to storm out and go back to his computer when someone approached. "Um, Dib? Are you alright?" When he glanced up, his face expression furious, he stopped, gawking.

"K-Kat?"

"E-excuse me?" Came the soft reply. He shook his head, looking back to the girl before him. He started with her feet, afraid of the end result. White stilettos, smooth slim legs, a short yet beautiful white, spaghetti strap dress, and pink hair. Phew, it wasn't Kat, it was only--

"ZITA?"

Zita stared at Dib, hands before her holding a small white purse. "Um, y-yes?" She took a step back hesitantly at his sudden tone of voice. "Is there...something wrong?"

It took Dib a few seconds to put everything together. The call the other day, the eyeball to lure him here, the tell Dad you're going on a date so he'll spare you some cash and, oh, there was something else Gaz said. What was it?

". . . you could even treat yourself to a movie, or buy yourself something sweet from the candy store downtown."

"Of course." He muttered, walking over to the chair opposite him and pulling it out for Zita. "She tricked me."

Zita smiled, sitting down softly. "Thank you." She watched the teen with her eyes as he walked back to his seat, scowling. "Um, Dib? Whotricked you, if I may ask?"

"Gaz."

"Oh." Silence. "Um, whatdid she, um, trick you, guess you could say?"

"Told me I was meeting someone here and that--" He looked up to Zita carelessly, catching himself as he noticed the sad, disappointed look on her face. Come on, you need to be strong!He swallowed hard before plastering on a charming smile, looking into her eyes. "--And that they wouldn't be so beautiful."

The teenage girl looked up to the boy before her, blushing. "O-oh, um, thank you!" She looked away shyly as their waitress strolled over carrying a tray with two waters and two sets of finely rolled silverware.

"Good evening, my name is Kathy, you can call me Kat for short, need you a moment to look at the menu?"

Dib jerked suddenly, looking awayfrom the woman who so kindly introduced herself. "Um, yes...please..." He muttered, his voice muffled slightly at his sudden angle.

Zita smiled politely to the woman with a nod and turned back to Dib, concerned. "Dib, are you alright? Your mood seems to have changed drastically."

The boy sighed, turning back to the girl before him. "Zita, why do you like me all of the sudden?"

"Um, w-what?"

"You heard me, why do youlike me?" His gaze was suddenly icy as he propped his elbows on the table before him, his chin in his hands as he focused on her. "Why. Me?"

Zita stared at Dib, eyes wide with surprise and terror. This...face...this ...it's...so cold.Suddenly memories, blurry and unreadable flashed through her mind.

"Miss Bitters?"

"Dib's crazy!"

"The Letter M has a good point."

She quickly rose her hands to her head, staring at the table in horror and confusion. "W-what? What is happening? These...memories...what...?"

Dib sat up, watching her reaction. Memories? What...?His expression suddenly turned dark, filled with hatred. "Dad!" He pushed his chair back as she stood, walking over to Zita. "Come on, Zita, we're leaving."

She looked up to him, eyes watering. "W-what's going...on?" She asked, raising her hand to his.

"I don't know, but I know someone who will." He helped the girl from her seat and quickly left, shouting back to the waitress that there was a 'family problem'.

I swear to everything scientific in this world that if Dad did something to her, I'll killhim.