A/N: Hey, everybody ^_^ Sorry I haven't updated in ages; I started back at school today. Oh, Heaven's above I hate school. Too much strain on me. And I can't write as much as I'd like, or draw. Not that I'm a brilliant artist, but I love to do it all the same. And I have to get up at ten to six. So yeah. I hate school. Go me.

By the way, I order you to download some Delta Goodrem music. I love it, although I really love rock and heavy metal. Delta Goodrem is more pop, but not… Justin Timberlake-ish. Yeah. She plays a brilliant piano. So listen to her now!! I recommend Innocent Eyes, Not Me, Not I , and Will you fall for Me. Yup ^^

This disclaimer is so predictable I think I should change it… Um… nah: 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…

Clenching his teeth shut so tight that his jaw began to hurt, Dib buried his head into the pillow beneath him as he tried in vain to hold back a moan. His normally spiked-up black hair fell against his sweaty forehead, his cheeks flushed pink as he felt the warm, sticky fluid run over his hands as he pulled them away from his erection. He hated what he was doing, particularly about the fact he was thinking about the very alien who had killed his (best) friend's sister. Sure, Violet had said it didn't upset her the least whether or not Dib somewhat lusted after Zim, but he was disgusted for the number of other reasons he shouldn't be doing it. It sometimes made him wonder if that was one of the reasons why he masturbated and fantasized about the Irken male. Dib knew of many teenagers who rebelled against their elders when they said something was wrong and occasionally 'dirty'. Such as oral sex- most of their parents said it was dirty and something that no one should partake in, yet their children still did it. Dib didn't think much of the matter, being as he never had participated in the lunch time activities, and he knew he wouldn't be any time soon.

And Dib also knew that many of his peers participated in masturbating. In fact, some of the males in his classes often had competitions at lunchtime to see who could masturbate the longest and hold back their orgasm for as long as possible. Often, their girlfriends watched and dared one another to join in with them. None of them did, and Dib didn't really want to know about their sex lives. The fact that the young adults actually did that on the school grounds disgusted Dib immensely and wished they wouldn't, but he didn't watch all that long, anyway. It usually made him lose his appetite, too.

But, against all his wishes, Dib usually found himself rubbing himself, with visions of Zim in his mind. This particular Friday night was no different. Violet had returned to school on the Tuesday after the funeral, and Dib had suspected she was still in mourning on the Monday and that was why she hadn't been at school, but she didn't say anything. Zim seemed to have avoided her for most of the week, although he was unable when they were in the same class together, but since neither of them spoke to one another on a regular bases it was quite easy to keep the silent act up. Dib never knew whether Irken's felt grief over their murders (that is, if they did it regularly) and ever felt guilty, but Zim actually seemed fairly uncomfortable in the presence of the girl.

Shifting off his bed, Dib pulled his pants back up, and wiped his still-sticky hands on the blue towel he had been lying on to protect his bed sheets. Rolling the towel into a ball, he exited his room, and headed down to the laundry. Gaz was in her room, presumably doing homework, or chatting online. It surprised Dib that Gaz made friends online- she was reluctant to talk to people in reality, but then again, Dib considered, as he entered the laundry in his same, slow manner- some people make friends easier online than offline. Perhaps Gaz was one of those people. Shrugging the thought away, the boy through the towel in the wash basket, and headed back upstairs to the bathroom to wash his hands, being as they were still sticky.

Gaz had been acting rather odd since the wake. She was still her quiet, sour exterior, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but there was still something strange about the way she acted. Gaz had finally let Violet join her 'exclusive' social life, which Dib had only been allowed in, in the recent years. Dib couldn't tell what Gaz thought of the older girl, but when she left her bedroom that Saturday, she was more silent than usual. The brick she kept around herself to keep the outside world from getting to her was higher than usual. Maybe Violet had said something to her that was private, but Dib wasn't too sure of that.

Washing his hands thoroughly in the bathroom, Dib let out a sigh as he turned his gaze to his sister's bedroom. The pale yellow light escaped beneath the door, random lyrics occasionally drifting to his ears. He and Gaz had a fairly similar taste in music, but Gaz always played hers louder and for longer periods of time. She rarely wore headphones; usually only when Dib had a test or exam coming up and even then she was reluctant to put them on. Dib, on the other hand, always wore his headphones, mainly out of habit. A faint smile crossed his lips as he headed back to his bedroom, and shut the door. Gaz always retreated to her bedroom within half an hour of arriving home if she could help it, and usually stayed in there until dinner time, and if one of her favorite television programs were on. Tonight was no different.

Entering his bedroom, Dib quickly changed into his pajamas, throwing his former outfit into the corner of his room. He let out a small, tired sigh, and sat down in front of his computer. Throwing his headphones on his head, and clicking on his music player, he logged online and waited for his Buddy List to appear. Finding Violet online, he double clicked on her name, and a blank instant message appeared, waiting for him to write a message. Pausing for a moment, it took Dib a moment to figure what to say. A blast of music from Gaz's room filtered through Dib's headphones and he finally thought of something to say.

I'm not insane! says:

Hey, Violet, do you know what's wrong with Gaz?

It took Violet several minutes to respond, and in that time, Dib checked his emails (most from paranormal websites and the sort) and read a few news articles on his homepage. Finally, the window for the instant message blinked, and Dib pulled it up.

Three-ring circus says:

Dunno. Why?

I'm not insane! says:

She's very quiet. Should I be worried about her?

Three-ring circus says:

Maybe.

I'm not insane! says:

Er, okay. She's been acting like it since… well, Saturday, actually.

Three-ring circus says:

Oh. Okay. Maybe you should talk to her something. I dunno, I don't do the whole confronting family members thing really well.

The last message from her seemed a bit stalled and Dib suspected that maybe she was going to change the last sentence to something else. Throwing the thought away, he halted a few seconds before typing up a reply.

I'm not insane! says:

Maybe I should.

Three-ring circus says:

Well then talk to her.

Biting his lower lip, Dib rested his head on the back of his hand as he watched his bedroom door as if he expected it to fly open with Gaz standing there in her glory.

I'm not insane! says:

Nah, she'll probably scream at me or something. Can you talk to her?

Three-ring circus says:

Already am.

Violet's last comment surprised Dib, so he replied with a simple 'okay' and closed the instant message box. Often Violet didn't reply to those one-worded messages, and she didn't this time. Logging offline, he opened up the spy gear that he had placed in Zim's house of the years, but once it had loaded he didn't pay much attention. Instead, he closed the window, and gave a hearty yawn. Swinging around in his chair, he trotted to his bed, and lay down upon it. He was tired, there was no lie about that, but his mind was racing around a thousand times a minute. The police hadn't come back to question Dib, Gaz nor Violet and her family. There was nothing to tell either. A silent pact had been made between the trio that they would let out nothing about the night, and rely on the story that had been built up between them, which they all used. Violet had come to their house, supposedly to do some homework with Dib, had left around seven and was caught by a group of men whom Violet couldn't identify because at that time it was so dark. She found her sister, and managed to escape although injured one of the men on her way out- thus the other persons' blood on her hands. She ran and got home. Didn't know how Rose died, either. It was a good story, and the police seemed to have bought it.

Rolling onto his stomach, throwing his glasses off in the process, Dib groaned, and buried his face into his pillow, and fell asleep soon after.

Three-ring circus says:

Dib's worried about you.

Psychotic insanity says:

I know.

Three-ring circus says:

Maybe you should talk to him.

Psychotic insanity says:

Nah.

Three-ring circus says:

Why not?

Psychotic insanity says:

Because I don't want to. He's too annoying and will try to give me a big brother talk about Christ knows what.

Three-ring circus says:

Oh. Okay.

Psychotic insanity says:

Hey, Violet?

Three-ring circus says:

Yeah, Gaz?

Psychotic insanity says:

About Saturday… well, were you going to kiss me or something? I've been wondering for a while, actually.

Three-ring circus says:

Um… I dunno. You were there, you should know. I wouldn't think about it, though. It would have been impulse. I was upset and you were there. Couldn't kiss Dib, could I? Like you said, he gives you big brother talks and that's great, but I haven't been around guys for ages and I've always had a large majority of female friends. And in a way you're a friend. So yeah.

Psychotic insanity says:

Okay.

Psychotic insanity has signed offline.

Violet stared at the instant message for a few seconds.

'Maybe I said something wrong…'

Dear Diary,

Violet lied. Said it would be on impulse.

Impulse my ass.

She is as bad as guys are.

Lies.

Fuck her.

Not literally. Although I wouldn't mind.

No, that's just stupid.

Is it?

Fuck.

Violet.

Fuck her.

Maybe she was upset. But that doesn't mean she would want to kiss me. Would it? Argh, she's as bad as all the fucking males in this world. Dib included. Not that I'd know about all the guys on the planet, but most likely a large majority of them.

I guess.

Maybe I should have kissed her. Maybe she was waiting for me to make the first move. Or something. I can't help but feel sorry for her, though. Even though Dib said they fought a lot, I can understand she'd be upset about losing her. Of course she would. And she also killed Steven. Maybe I should cross that out…

There. Crossed it out. Maybe I should eat this paper. Nah. Ink poisoning would be kind of bad.

Maybe I should go and kiss Violet myself.

…

Shit.

Just realized something.

I fucking have a crush on her.

Fuck.

-Gaz.

A/N: I'm tired and my friend and I had a huge argument in the midst of this.

I love instant messaging. Nobody can interrupt you.

I need sleep.

Next update will be in a week because school needs to die. Jesus Christ, I'm tired.