A/N: Oh, Heaven's above, I hate not being able to go online until late at night, only to be kicked off again when Mum decides to check her emails and ends up being online for the rest of the night…

Anyway, I'm going to update the fic again on no reviews (how very disappointing). I do hope I receive reviews this time *hint hint*. By the way, innuendoes are very fun to write.

Disclaimer of impending doom! 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…

Cool flesh-on-flesh. Beads of sweat trickling down the temple. Soft cries of pain. Lips trembling. Fists clenching the sheets below. Teeth biting the lower lip, the pain becoming unbearable, and…

'YOU BLINKED! I WIN!'

Violet scowled, rubbing her stinging eyes. 'Shut up, Dib.'

Dib just laughed, as he, too, began to rub his eyes. His glasses were folded beside him, and he reached down to pick them up. Sliding them on, he looked up at his female friend, who was perched in front of him on his bed, almost attacking her face with her hands. It was Saturday night, and Violet had more or less invited herself over for the weekend. Her bag was by the bedroom door, fallen on its front.

'You only won because I'm not good with seeing things up close.'

'Then get glasses.' Dib replied, jumping off his bed, and stretching out his somewhat cramped limbs. Violet looked up at him, and pulled her legs out from underneath her. Flexing her feet so they were pointed as far as they could go, she let out another angry scowl.

'I had some, but they were sat on by my Mum.'

'Then buy new one' Dib suggested, rolling his eyes as he flicked his back.

'Nah.'

Raising a brow, Dib headed towards his computer desk and sat down upon the chair. 'Why not?'

Violet stood up, and walked towards the boy. 'I dunno. I just don't feel like getting a prescription again, and all those bloody tests… Anyway, I had three pairs of glasses in less then eighteen months, and they just made my eyesight worse. I'm kinda used to it now, save the headaches I get.'

Dib just nodded, and found himself twiddling with the frames of his own glasses. 'I see. Do you want a chair?'

Violet shook her head, and sat upon the ground, crossing her legs in front of her. There was a moment of silence, until Violet pointed at the equipment on Dib's desk. 'What's with all that crap?'

Dib spun around in his chair, and stared at the various bits of machinery on and around his desk. 'Oh. Computer stuff… There's the normal stuff- printer, scanner, you know, that shit- and then there's stuff the Swollen Eyeball sent me… and stuff I picked up… from… Zim's house…' he ended up stumbling over his last few words, his fingers pressing hard against the desk. He could almost swear he could feel Violet stiffening behind him, or maybe it was the fact the room was suddenly a whole lot quieter. He slowly began to turn around, but found that Violet probably hadn't been listening at all. 'Violet?'

'Spi… der…' she softly said, in a singsong tone. Dib looked down, and saw the large, furry spider crawling over her hand.

'Where'd that come from?' Dib asked, and stood up, heading towards her.

'Under the door…' Violet replied, still in the musical manner. Her face had gone into a ghostly gray, almost matching her eyes. Her breathing was slow, and inaudible, her body quite stiff. Dib took a single, small step forward, hands out in front of him as if to coax her, or to make peace with the spider that was currently crawling up her arm. Violet's eyes grew wider, watching the spider so intently it was as if her eyes would explode from their sockets.

'Don't move,' Dib whispered all though it was far from necessary. 'I'll get it off you…'

'Hurry… It's going to eat me, I know it…'

Biting his lower lip, Dib searched his room, and found a magazine under his desk. He grabbed it quickly, rolled it up, and positioned himself so he could get a good swipe of the arthropod. Drawing in a deep breath as the spider reached the girl's shoulder, his arm came down in a smooth curve, and connected the spider. It flew off Violet's shoulder, and landed several feet away. Rushing forward, Dib smacked the spider again, and shoved it under the door. Before Violet could say anything, Dib had opened the door, and was literally chasing the insect down the staircase. It scuttled into the kitchen, and Dib grabbed the first thing he guessed would catch it. Scooping a soapy bowl from the sink, he found the spider heading under the fridge. Lunging over, he smacked the bowl on the spider, capturing it. Panting, he watched the spider- that he guessed was a huntsman or similar- and watched it try to crawl up the sides.

'What're you going to do with it?' Violet asked, standing in the doorway. Dib looked over his shoulder, his glasses askew on his nose.

'I dunno. Take it outside, most likely.'

Violet nodded, her arm twitching as she stared at it. 'How'd it get in your room?'

'Probably escaped from Dad's lab, I guess. He occasionally experiments on creepy-crawlies.'

Just nodding, Violet took a large step back as Dib literally dragged the bowl, with the spider still under it, towards to bench. Groping over it, he found the container's lid, and slid it underneath the bowl. With the arthropod now successfully caught, he headed towards the front door, Violet crying out as he walked past her.

Releasing the prisoner was more difficult then Dib had previously imagined. It was reluctant to be caught, but it was also reluctant to be free. In the end, Dib just left the bowl outside, on its side. When he entered his house once again, Violet was pressed up against the wall, whining quietly.

'What's wrong?' he asked quietly, shutting the door behind him,

'I don't like spiders…' she mumbled quietly, her right eye twitching. Dib let out a soft 'oh', and motioned for her to follow him. Violet nodded, and they headed back up the stairs. Gaz's loud, pounding music could be heard from her room, each beat creating a vibration on the floor. Entering Dib's room once again, Violet shut the door behind them, her fingers lingering on the knob.

'I really, really don't like spiders…' Violet mumbled, dropping her hand.

'Understandable.'

Dib sat back down on his swivel chair, ankles crossed. He watched quietly as Violet walked slowly to Dib's bed, and sat down upon it. There was an awkward silence between the two, and Dib felt as thought Violet was going to ask him something rather difficult. He braced himself when she drew in a deep breath, and opened her mouth to speak.

'Am I a bad person, Dib?'

The boy paused, pursing his lips together. He felt a simple 'no' would not answer her question in the way it should be answered, and thought slowly, Violet making no attempt to make him hurry up.

'Why do you ask that?' he finally settled for.

Violet looked up in Dib's direction, but looked past him, somewhere Dib wouldn't be able to find. 'I killed someone… yet I can't kill a spider… I took someone's very life from their veins and kill them in such a manner that it was grotesque… I think even Zim was slightly repulsed, but then again I don't know him all that well. But I still did it… I literally had blood on my hands. Yet a simple spider scares me… Doesn't that make me a bad person?'

Dib hunched forward, listening to Violet obediently. 'I wouldn't say you're a bad person… It was a huge spider after all, and, well, Steven was under the influence of whatever Zim gave him…'

'Yes. Steven was under the influence of something. Would he have crushed my sister in a different situation?' Violet didn't stop to hear Dib's response. 'No, he wouldn't have. I think that makes me a bad person, Dib, I killed him when he had no control over what he was doing.'

There was a soft pause, and when Dib spoke his voice was hushed. 'Well I don't think you are.'

The night came quickly, and the three teenagers feasted on a variety of cheese and Mexican pizza. Dib nor Violet approached the subject after the spider incident, but to Dib it was obvious Violet was still fussing over the subject in her mind. At eleven PM, the two elder teenagers had both begun to yawn, although Gaz was still alert as ever. Finally, Dib and Violet retreated to the formers' bedroom, and changed for the evening. A small bed of blankets and pillows was laid down on the floor, and Violet curled up in that, Dib in his bed. Few words were exchanged, but most were blocked out by Gaz's still loud music. Soon, Dib was asleep, and Violet was listening to his steady breathing more than the music. She was on longer tired. Siting up, she stared at the dozing boy, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. A sigh escaped her breath, as she plucked at the loose pieces of wool on her sweater. The night was cool, and a chill ran through her spine. Moving to her feet, careful to not wake Dib, she adjusted her shorts she was wearing, and headed out of the room, closing the door was quietly as possible. She waited a moment in case Dib awoke, and when she heard nothing but the loud pounding of the music from the opposite room, she paced down the corridor. The coarse carpeting prickled her feet, and the cold tiles of the bathroom she had entered was an extreme contrast. Flicking the light switch, the sudden light made her shut eyes until she felt she could open them. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, rubbing her eyes. Letting out a sigh, she hunched over the sink, and spun the tap on. Washing her face out of nothing to do, she tucked her short hair behind her ears, and turned the tap off. She stared at her reflection for a few moments, until a voice broke the silence.

'A little vain, are we?'

Spinning around, she placed a hand on her chest until she realized who it was. 'Gaz… You scared me…'

'Not as much as the spider did' Gaz retorted, stiffly. Raising a brow, Violet pressed her back against the sink.

'How did you know about that?'

'I heard Dib run out, and then you. I heard the words 'spider' and stuff, so yeah…'

Violet nodded, glancing around the bathroom.

'I set the spider in Dib's room.' Gaz suddenly said. Violet's head whipped around.

'You?! Why?!'

Gaz shrugged. 'I dunno. I felt like it.'

Violet huffed, and pushed past Gaz. 'Oh, that's so nice of you.'

Gaz glared and stalked behind Violet. 'And you would know? I'm not the one who went a "screwed" Steven!'

Violet whipped around, raising a brow. 'I didn't screw anyone.'

'It was a pun, Violet, a pun'

There was a sudden pause as Violet suddenly realized the real meaning of Gaz's words. Her face paled, and she stiffened. 'That wasn't very nice, Gaz.'

'Well I'm not a nice person, according to you.'

'Well you didn't need to bring that up. Especially not now.'

'Why ever not?'

Violet shifted her weight from foot to foot before replying. 'Because… I'm not up to it.'

Gaz mumbled something incoherently under her breath, and shoved her way past Violet. Flinging her bedroom door open, a wave of music flying out, she stormed in and slammed the door. Gaz sighed in her room, and headed to her computer. Sitting down, she changed songs on her player, and resumed her prior conversation with one of her online friends. After three minutes or so, she heard a loud rap on her door. Letting out a groan, she closed the instant message box, and spun around in her chair.

'What is it?' she called. The door squeaked open, and Violet's head popped in. There was a pause, and Gaz spoke once again. 'What?'

'Can I come in?'

Gaz spun around once more in her chair, signed off the chat program, and mumbled 'yeah, whatever.'

The door was shut, and Violet's presence filled the room. Gaz stared at the computer screen, watching nothing in particular. Finally, Violet spoke.

'What're you listening to?'

Gaz sighed, as if it was a difficult question. 'Orgy. The Obvious.'

'Cool…'

'You like them?'

'Haven't really listened to them before… But I guess I like a few of their songs.'

'Okay.'

Gaz scratched her right eye, the conversation straining her somewhat. She stood and headed towards Violet, standing less than a foot away from her. 'Why did you come into my room? Was there some reason as to why you want to be in presence? I'm a special to you? Have you any idea what I even think of you?' Gaz was using the same tactics teachers used to interrogate a misbehaving student: ask lots of questions to get them confused and admit what they did. Gaz wasn't sure what she wanted Violet to admit, if anything.

Violet wriggled, uncertainly, looking about the younger girl's room as if in search of an answer. 'I… don't know…'

'Exactly. You don't know.'

Violet frowned, and took a step back. She stumbled over a book on the ground, and ended up falling back first onto the bed, only being able to land on it when she grabbed onto the post. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she silently growled at Gaz, whom was staring apathetically at her.

'No need to act all high and mighty, Gaz, it's not as if you're going to get any praise.'

Gaz stormed forward, leaning forward. 'Really now?'

'Yes, really. You're acting as if you're the queen of God knows what when really you're probably really insecure and just plain weird!'

'Well you hang around with Dib!'

'I like Dib! He's nice and not about to go and freak me out with a fucking spider!'

'It was a joke! You just took it wrong! You're so fucked up in that brain of yours that you don't realize humor! You need a fucking good slap in the head!' Gaz snapped, leaning dangerously close to Violet.

'Screw yo-'

Violet's sentence was cut off by Gaz's lips being pressed roughly upon her own. A tiny, pathetic sound came from Violet, and she managed to push Gaz off of her.

'What the fuck was that about?!' she cried.

Gaz took a large step back, seeming rather off-put about what had just happened. 'Well that's what was going to happen last week. It was kind of obvious, dontcha think?'

'Yes! I mean… no… I mean… FUCK!' Violet shook her head, and seemed rather confused by her surroundings.

'What the hell's wrong with you?' Gaz asked, trying to regain some of her composure she had lost in the kiss.

'It's wrong that I want to do that again!' Violet cried, before storming from the room, and back into Dib's bedroom.

A/N: Yay, Violet's in denial.

I want pie.

And syrup.

Yay!

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