Thanks guys!

Dibsthe1: No, I haven't tried that, but I'm better now. Argh, and the lyrics aren't in the review because they're being stupid and the link won't show up. Haha, but I've heard that song before and I'll definitely be finishing this in a different way. And about your second review, don't worry about the link. It happens.

DibMagician: The Al thing with Membrane? At first I only meant it to be pathetic, but it was kind of funny. Don't worry about it. And I never have suggestions when I read other people's stories, so it's okay. Thanks!

DoomReviewer: I understand exactly what you're saying and I see your point. They are very two-dimensional characters with a few different traits. But this is an entire site created for people to do exactly that. If you reviewed every story that was out of character you wouldn't have time for anything else. And ha, at least you don't find this as bad as Zim/Gaz! I guess that is something.

Invader Zim and every character related to it belong to the all-mighty Jhonen Vasquez. And don't you just love picturing his cringing little face while reading all our horrible goblin-child fics? I know I do. Strawberry however, belongs to me.

"Look Gaz, I'm kinda busy right now if you hadn't noticed..." I was about to hit the "OFF" button, but Gaz interrupted.

"Where are you Dib? Are you..." She started to laugh and I had to wait until she was done.

"Are you...in a perfume store?"

"Umm..."

"You are, aren't you, Dib?" She started to laugh and I was about to hit the "OFF" button when she stopped me again.

"What exactly are you doing there Dib?"

"Nothing, I uh, I got lost."

"Yeah right. What are you really doing there?"

"I told you, nothing!"

"It's okay to say it Dib." She said in a softer voice.

"Say what, Gaz?"

"You know exactly what Dib. You've changed ever since she left. You just mope around the house doing nothing. Now you're at a perfume store. I'm not stupid Dib. Just come out and say it."

"Gaz, look, I really gotta-"

"Say it Dib! Say it or I will!"

"I willhang up-"

"Strawberries."

My words catch in my throat, and I choke on them until they go back down. I really didn't expect Gaz to say anything; I thought it was just a bluff.

"I gotta go."

"Dib-"But I don't care, I hang up. I've had enough.

I figured I'd be fine in a few seconds, I'd feel better, then go back and look at the perfume. It's not that I wanted to wear the perfume; I just wanted to see if they still sold this one brand. The only brand in my mind.

But it didn't get better, it only got worse. My stomach got a queasy feeling and my eyes blurred around the edges like I was about to cry. Someone even came up to me and asked if I was okay, but I just nodded and ran out.

It was raining when I walked outside, which made me feel even worse since I had to walk home. I tried not to think about anything, but I couldn't, Strawberries kept coming to mind.

It was in the way Gaz had said it too. She had said it with such loathing, such hatred. It made you sad and angry all at once, and you felt like you would explode if she didn't take it back.

But Gaz wouldn't take it back, she did hate Mom. She tried to hide it, but I knew. She always had a fake smile plastered on her face when she talked about Mom and when she thought I had turned away she always scowled.

But this time it was different. This time she had come right out and said it. And I knew: she hated Mom because of me.

She hated Mom because Isat around the house all day. She hated Mom because I was sad.

Then I started to think about it like Gaz. I deserved a life didn't I? I deserved to happy!

Maybe I had a reason to hate Mom too.