A/N: Wow. Two reviews. Both from people I know… How… depressing. Come on people, please review for me *whines loudly* I'd review your stories… I think.

Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? This disclaimer, wh00t!: I do not own Invader Zim, or any characters in it (except for my lovely original character and her family). So nyah, suck my arse if you have a problem with it.

Warning: Okay, everyone. Here's the lowdown. This fic here is rated R for a reason. It is going to include more than mild swearing, sexual references (both lesbian, gay and straight), sex scenes (lesbian and possibly gay), violence, murder, attempted murder, and, of course, giggly teen sleepovers. I missed a few things out whilst writing this the first time: It also includes mention and the possibility of incest and nudity… I'm so stupid…

Thursday seemed to pass at a snail's pace for Dib, as did Friday. He never had someone ask to go over to his house, not that it really mattered to him. He was quite happy that no one really bothered to ask, being as he was quite happy being alone most of the time. What he really was anticipating was that he had someone to come with him whilst he spied on Zim's house. It had grown more then a little bit tedious doing it by himself over the years, so a change would be nice.

The afternoon bell rang after what seemed more then the usual seven-hour school day, and Dib couldn't help but look happy as everyone poured out of the classroom, welcoming the weekend with open arms. Violet was picking up her stuff, and Dib had the feeling she was going slow on purpose.

'Come on!' Dib whined, shaking her shoulder.

Violet tried to suppress a grin, but ended up looking evil. 'I'm going my normal pace.' She said, throwing her backpack over one shoulder. Looking up at her friend, she headed to the door of the classroom. 'Look at you; you're grinning wider than a clown! Anyone would think you're six years old and your best friend is coming over to play.'

Dib, trying not to look hurt, just shrugged, and tottered along behind her until they reached outside. Walking over to her right-hand side, he looked over at her.

'Do you want to wait for your sister?' Violet asked, looking about. Gaz usually walked caught up with them at this point, yet she was nowhere in sight.

'She said she'd rather head off home then hang around with us when he go to your house first.' Dib explained, and they headed off the school grounds. There was a large fence that surrounded the school, so trying to squeeze five hundred students through four gates ended up being difficult. As the two waited for an opening, Dib caught sight of Zim. The alien had started to grow quite withdrawn the past three years, and Dib couldn't help but feel concerned for him. By this point, Violet had spotted a gap between the flood of students and the gate, and snatched Dib's hand. Next thing he knew, Dib had been pulled through the gate, and was on the outside of the school. He turned to Violet, a bewildered look on his face.

'Well, you weren't going to do anything.' Violet said simply, shrugging her shoulders. Dib rubbed his wrist, and began to walk in time to Violet's brisk pace, his bag on his back hitting him with every step he took.

'You certainly can be a nasty little chicken…' he muttered, turning his face forward. He heard a loud, short laugh on his left.

'Nasty little chicken? What the hell does that mean?' Violet asked, snickering to herself. Dib chuckled, and gave a shrug.

'I dunno. It's the first thing that came to mind when I said it.'

Violet just shook her head, a wide smile on her face. 'I think I might call my sister that.'

Dib beamed, his face turned to her, a small smile on his lips. 'Okay…'

Staring at the house before him, Dib couldn't help but gape. 'You actually live here?' he asked, as Violet pulled him up to the front door.

'Yeah… Why?' she asked, opening the door.

'It's huge!'

Violet took a step back, staring at the two-story white-brick home. 'Nah.' She muttered, shaking her head, and entered the house. Dib still only stared around as he forced himself to follow the girl. 'Be quiet- Mum and Rose don't know you're here. I'll probably get pestered as soon as they-' Violet's whispers as they headed up the staircase were cut off by a loud, shrill voice.

'Vy?!'

Violet let out a low 'fuck', and turned around, Dib doing the same from behind her. A young girl was standing at the foot of the flight of stairs, and Dib presumed that it was Violet's sister.

'Who's this?' she asked, hands on her hips.

'This is Dib. Dib, Rose, Rose, Dib.' Violet replied, and Dib could more or less tell she was speaking through clenched teeth. 'My friend. Now if you don't mind, we'd like to go to my room.'

'Are you two going to make out?' the girl asked, a smirk growing on her face. Violet let out a loud scream, her bag landing with a thud on the ground.

'You little brat! He's not my fucking boyfriend!' Violet ran down the stairs, and made a lunge for her sister. Rose jumped away in time, and raced through another door, Violet at her heels. Dib continued to stand on the stairs, and picked up Violet's bag. Heading down the steps, he entered the door that the two females had gone through. The sight that lay before him was something that reminded Dib of his and Gaz's fights. Violet was sitting on top of her sister, pulling her hair in what seemed an effort to rip it out. A young man, with long, dark hair that looked like Violet's was sitting in a caramel-colored couch, legs propped up on the coffee table, reading a magazine. Dib figured that it must be Onyx, Violet's older brother, being as he looked to young to be her father, and they both shared similar hair color and a mixture of a hooked and straight nose. Dib was about to exit the room, deciding that it would be best not to get into Violet and Rose's fight (with Rose now kneeing Violet in the back, Violet scratching at her sister's cheeks), when a woman burst through the door Dib had entered through. Staring at Dib, she ignored the brawl going on.

'Who are you?' she asked. Dib couldn't help but think she looked like a bird. Her nose was hooked, which made it look like a beak, and Dib presumed what was where Violet got her almost-hooked nose. Her steel, gray eyes stared down at Dib, thick, purple eye shadow flickering down her eyelids and onto her eyelashes. Heavy, black eyeliner seemed to make her eyes appear smaller and ruby-red lipstick created a gash in her otherwise foundation-induced pale complexion. Obviously, this fake woman was Violet's mother.

'Dib… I'm Violet's-'

'Boyfriend?' the woman cut in. Dib frowned, adjusting the strap of his backpack. 'Yes, we've heard a lot about you. My, you certainly have a big head.'

'My head's not big!' he cried, yet was ignored as the woman walked around him and to the girls.

'You two, get off one another, we're expecting guests soon.'

Violet pushed herself away from her sister, trying to straighten out her jeans and shirt. 'Dib, this is my mother, Melissa. Mum, this is Dib.' She mumbled, rubbing her backside.

'I've already met your boyfriend.' The woman now known to Dib as Melissa said, pulling the magazine from the young man's face whom was still sitting on the couch.

'He's not my boyfriend!' Violet cried, fists clenched. 'Why does everyone say that in this family?!'

The boy raised black brow at Violet. 'Because you've never had any guy friends?'

Violet snapped her teeth together. 'I went to an all-girl's school for ten years, what do you expect?' Turning to Dib, he twitched at the angry face before. 'Dib, this is my sex-crazed brother, Onyx. Onyx, this is my male friend, and that only, Dib.'

Onyx gave a wave, snapped the magazine off the table where his mother had left it, and resumed reading it. Spinning on her heel, Violet snatched her bag out of Dib's hands, grabbed him by the shirtsleeve, and stormed out of the room.

'God, I hate my family.' She mumbled, as the two headed back to the staircase. 'They're so embarrassing.'

Dib remained quiet as the two headed up the steps. 'Is it true you've never had a guy friend?' he finally asked, as Violet opened a door to which led to her room.

'Mum decided it would be best if Rose and I attended girls-only schools. I was seven at the time, and Rose was three. Onyx attended a co-ed school, but I think if he attended guys-only he would be even more sex-crazed.' Violet said quickly, as she threw her bag on her bed. Dib just nodded and peered around her room. He didn't know what to expect, but compared to what he had seen of her house, it seemed to match in fine. The walls where a crisp white, and Dib felt if he placed his hand on it, he would live a grotesque mark. In one corner was a desk with a computer monitor on it, the hard drive under the desk. Various pieces of stationary lay upon it, along with half a dozen CD covers. A swivel chair sat beside it, the seat worn down so the cushioning could be seen. In another corner, next to the desk, was a bed, the sheets and covers askew. Blue pajamas with white flowers on them lying on the foot of the bed. The pajamas were made up of a matching singlet and boy-shorts, and Violet had scooped them up, shoving them in another bag. Next to the door was a cupboard that seemed almost unable to close. A stereo was on top, along with over thirty books, some former school books, the rest seeming to be in some sort of series. Boxes seemed to fill in the gaps on the floor, although most seemed to be empty. On the white walls were a few posters, mostly of bands Dib had only heard of from his sister (such as Deftones and Orgy). What surprised Dib the most, however, was on one of the shelves that surrounded her room, that held ornaments and the odd stuffed toy, was that on one of them was a set of five Barbie dolls.

'What's with those?' Dib asked, pointing to the plastic toys. Violet lifted her head as she went through her cupboard, pulling out a pair of jeans and a shirt that read 'Fucking Censor***p'.

'What's with what?' she asked, throwing the clothes in her second bag.

'Your Barbies.'

Violet looked to here Dib was pointing, and gave an embarrassed laugh. 'Oh, those. Those were my favorites from when I was little. I always favored those ones, being as they came with the prettiest dresses or were, like, Snow White or Sleeping Beauty.'

Dib chuckled, and watched as Violet zipped her bag shut, and swung her school bag over her shoulder. Picking up a hairbrush, she shoved it in the front pocket of her bag, and turned to Dib.

'Well, d'you wanna go now?' she asked, looking at him expectantly. Dib nodded, fixed his bag up, and the two headed out the room.

By the time Dib and Violet arrived at Dib's house it was almost five o'clock, and Gaz had already ordered pizza. 'She can't help herself,' Dib muttered mostly to himself, as Violet set her bags down in Dib's room. Violet had only shook her head with an amused grin, and they headed back downstairs.

Throughout the night, Gaz had remained quiet, only looking up when Dib or Violet said something to her, or commented on the program they were watching on the TV. By ten o'clock, the pizza finished, and their plates sitting in the kitchen sink, Gaz had grown restless.

'Aren't you two supposed to be out spying on Zim, or something?' she asked, staring at the two. Gaz changed a lot through her years. Having taken martial arts lessons for five years had slimmed her out quite a bit, although she still had a bit of a stomach on her. Dib had more or less forced her to attend the classes in the beginning, being as he was growing sick of having to fix his glasses when she punched or kicked him, particularly when she had hit puberty. The classes had certainly helped her release some of her anger, although she had quit them when juggling schoolwork and the lessons had become too difficult. She was certainly blossoming into an attractive young woman, although her love life was close to none. She had had a boyfriend when she was fifteen, although had gotten rid of him when she decided he was too much of a jerk. The boy, Steven Henderson, was in Dib's year, and for about three weeks after the two broke up, Dib had suffered constant ridicule, until Gaz came along and proceeded to beat her ex-boyfriend up, crying 'I broke up with you, not Dib, you dick-weed!' It was actually quite amusing until Steven had begun to cry like a five-year-old. Apparently Gaz had ripped a few of his muscles, or so the rumors had said. By her sixteenth birthday, Gaz had filled out, although she was still as petite as ever.

Dib had also changed quite a bit, although his hair was much like it in his younger days- constantly a mess, with it sticking up at odd angels. Much like Gaz, he was still quite slim, his constant chases with Zim keeping him fairly fit. Over the years, his body seemed to grow in proportion with his head, although it still seemed too large for his body. Not that it bothered him anymore; no one seemed to lesson when he told them it wasn't as large as it seemed, so he had just given up altogether, only saying 'my head's not big' out of reflex.

Dib gave a sudden squeak, and grabbed Violet's hand. Violet jumped, turning her gaze away from the TV.

'Come on!' he cried, jumping to his feet. 'It's a dark night, perfect!'

Violet gave a quiet 'huh?' before realizing what Dib was talking about. 'Oh, right!'

Within ten minutes, both teenagers were heading out to the alien's house.

'So, tell me again what we're doing?' Violet asked, carrying a pair of binoculars in one hand, and some tracking device, which she had no idea how to work in the other.

'We're going to set the tracking device in his front of yard, first- the original broke when I was chased off his lawn by his gnomes- and then we're going to sneak into his house and plant the other by his front door.' Dib explained, as they walked down the road to Zim's court.

'Right… gnomes… And what happens if we get caught by these gnomes, or Zim?' Violet asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

'That won't happen.' Dib said with a laugh.

'How do you know?'

Dib shook his head, and motioned her to be quiet. 'Now, we're going to have to sneak along the edge of the road so we don't get caught as easy.' He whispered. Violet just nodded her head, and followed Dib's instructions.

Squatting beside a wooden fence, eleven o'clock at night, with only a possibly insane boy and a cold breeze to keep you company was not the way Violet had imagined spending her Friday night. They had been sitting there for the past thirty minutes, and she could feel herself beginning to fall asleep. Dib, however, was having the time of his life. Turning to face the boy, she rubbed her eyes in an attempt to keep them open.

'Why don't you plant the tracking device inside his house now, and I'll… keep a lookout?' she asked, figuring she would be able to catch ten minutes of sleep before the walk back to Dib's house.

'Good idea!' he whispered in response, grabbing the device he had carried there. Violet forced a smile, and shifted onto her knees. Dib shifted to his feet, his knees still bent. 'Yell, if you spot Zim.'

'Will do.' Violet mumbled, holding back a yawn. A few minutes later, Dib had disappeared around the fence. Falling back onto her backside, she stared up at the sky, feeling herself grow comfortable, although she could feel ten rocks underneath her. Five minutes passed, and Violet began to grow bored. Standing up, she brushed her jeans off, and looked over the fence to Zim's house. Dib was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, she placed the binoculars to her eyes, which did nothing, being as it was so dark. Suddenly, a loud cry cut through the air.

'Don't shove that up my arse!'

Dropping the binoculars, Violet raised a brow. That sounded an awful lot like Dib. Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream filled her ears, and Violet spun on her heel, and ran.

Gaz stared at the flushed girl that had burst through the front door and into the front room.

'Where's Dib?' she finally asked, looking over Violet's shoulder.

'I… don't…know…' Violet gasped in response, a hand on her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Gaz raised a brow, and pulled down her satin black nightgown.

'He'll be back in the morning. He usually always is.' Gaz mumbled, and turned to go back to the TV. Violet shut the door behind her, and headed behind the younger girl.

'And if he isn't?' she asked, worried.

'He will be.' Gaz said sharply, and flopped down in the couch. 'Now shut up. Attack of the Brain-Eating Zombies, part three is on.'

'Ooh, that's one of my favorites.' Violet, forgetting Dib, sat down beside Gaz, and took a handful of the popcorn that Gaz was nursing.

A/N: Ha, I enjoyed writing this, particularly the end. Forgetting that her friend may as well be killed, Violet seems to be a bit of a bitch.

Oh, well, as long as she's not a Mary-Sue.

Well, review, and I'll squeeze out a few more of these puppies.