(Another chapter! Wha'd ya know? Well, since I just posted the last one, there are no reviews to reply to. So, on with the story!)

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For the next couple of days, Zim toiled over learning the cymbal parts as he kept far, far away from the line members, yet stayed very close to Katie. After all, she seemed to make a fairly good body guard…

The first football game seemed to sneak up and jump on the drummers. They, of course, complained that they didn't know about it when they really did. But they showed up anyway, and dressing in their swanky marching band T-shirts.

"I hate white…it's so…white…" said Dib, fiddling around with some pep tunes.

"Yeah, well…it's better than orange…" said Danny. "I hate skool spirit…"

"Line up for pre-game!" called Kat. "Let's go!" They all harnessed up and went out to the back of the skool and waited for the band…and waited, and waited, and waited…Soon, Mr. Burk came out with the band dragging their feet all the while.

"Hurry up! Get there!" shouted David.

"SET! GET THERE NOW! OR FSCE THE WRATH OF MR. HELM!" shouted Kat. That got their attention! They got to their spots in no time flat.

They all marched out to the field, and started pre-game. That's when they do the fight some a countless number of times and play the national anthem. When the band does the fight song, the football team runs through the two lines they make on wither side of the field.

After Pre-game, the band goes to the stand where a section is tied of for just them, and they play pep tunes and cadences to keep the audience, but mostly themselves, entertained until half time.

Half time rolled along and they did their show, only almost falling apart once. Then they were allowed to leave.

"Man! We sucked so bad!" whined Dib.

"Well, it's your first football game, freshman are supposed to suck!" joked Kat. "Don't put yourself down, you played fine there was only that one marching error and it was barely even noticeable."

Dib put away his drum right after Kat did. He looked over at Zim, who was actually carrying on a conversation with Katie.

"I hate to admit it, Dib, but Zim did very well…he sounded great on the field…" said Kat, "Maybe…you should forget the fact that he's hell bent on taking over he world. I don't think he's much of a threat…"

"No! No way!" retorted Dib, "No fucking way I'm going to just accept that retarded alien! He's going down, and at me hand!" said Dib, shaking his fist.

"Hey, calm down…" said Kat, holding her hands up in defense, "I didn't ask you to be friends with him, just stop being so obsessesive and stuff…" she shook a finger at him. "Save the language for the competition." She then left the band room.

Dib glared at Zim, who didn't even notice him. He then proceeded to leave.

Katie laughed after Zim swatted her arm away. She had rested her arm on his head like an arm rest.

"You're very funny." she giggled.

"I am not funny!" he shouted.

"Sure you aren't…" she chuckled. She then smiled at him. "If I kissed you, would you turn into a prince?"

"Eh?" he grunted, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't tell me you've never heard of the frog prince!" said Katie, shocked. Zim shook his head. "Uh…ok…well, it's an old fairie tail. It's about a prince who gets turned into a frog. There was a witch who was offended by the prince when he didn't give her a second look, because she was ugly. She turned him into a frog and put a curse on him, that he will remain a frog until a hind hearted maiden gave him a kiss. And he remained that way until a maiden, who cares for all creatures happened upon the frog and gave him a kiss, then he turned back into the prince…Or something like that…"

"That's a very weird story…" said Zim, "I am not a…frog…"

"Oh, no! I wasn't saying that!" said Katie, slightly embarrassed, "I just meant that your green skin, lack of nose and ears reminded me of a frog is all…"

"You humans are reminded of odd things as well…" said Zim.

"Oh? And what kind of stories do you have on your planet?" she asked smiling a bit.

"Many, many things…and stories…" said Zim, "I mean! No! I am from this planet!" Zim was cut short.

Katie waved a hand. "It's ok, I know. You don't have to pretend around me." She smiled. "Besides, I always thought I might have an alien for a friend." She looked at the band clock. "I have to go now, so you might want to go as well…" she gestured to the other drummers, who were scowling at Zim with blood thirsty eyes.

"That might be a good idea…" commented Zim, staying close to Katie.

When they got outside, Katie went to a car and got inside while Zim proceeded to run for his life, all the way back to his house.

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Zak had talked Dib into coming over to his house after the game. It was fairly close to the skool and Dib figured no one would care.

Zak and Dib walked up to the door and Zack unlocked it. He opened the door and went in, Dib following behind.

"I'm home!" shouted Zak, "Brought a friend home with me! We'll be in the basement playing games!"

"Alright! You want some food and drinks?" Zak looked at Dib, who shrugged.

"Yeah, that'll be fine." replied Zak, then he led Dib down to the basement. There was a wall screen TV and every game system under the sun. Not to mention the computer that seemed to have every upgrade available.

"Dib just stood there like an idiot, gaping at it all.

"I guess you like what you see," chuckled Zak. All Dib could do was nod. "C'mon, let's have some fun." Zak went over to the PS2 and booted up Grand Theft Auto – San Andreas. Wow…if you've never seen two or more drummers play that, you really should. It's always the funniest thing, because you can get into giggle fits about the dumbest things. (trust me, I know! ;) ) But, of course Zak knew all and every cheat for the game. So the two of them were running around the city with rocket launchers and tanks. At one point, they had stolen a Comanche helicopter…blowing up buildings along the way. It was almost like that game was designed for those two…scary...

9:30 quickly turned into 10, 11, 12, 1, 2…and then Dib finally looked at his watch and noticed the time.

"Holyshit! It's2inthemorning!" said Dib, "Ihavetogo!"

"No, you don't…" said Zak, "My parents already called. Your father said it was ok if you slept over tonight."

"Huh?" said Dib dumbly.

"Yeah, its cool, you don't have to go home until tomorrow." said Zak, coolly as he munched on some goldfish. He handed the bowl to Dib, "Chill, loosen up. You're way too stressed. You'll die early if you're always stressed out like this…"

"I guess…" Dib had never stopped to think about it before. He was always stressed and paranoid and he never got a chance to have any fun. He was always worried that Zim was out to get him…or was plotting something…

"It's that green kid isn't it…" said Zak flatly, "You know, I can always take care of him for you…" Zak made a gesture of punching his left fist into his right palm.

"That's ok. I don't think he'll bother me anymore…" said Dib, "I have a few more plans…"

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(Yay! Another chapter done with! I have no clue how much longer this year will last. I'll handle that when the time comes. But I can tell you, things will start to get interesting sophomore year, trust me. Like I said, a story of secrets…)