Note: ALRIGHT so I have no idea where I am right now, and this storyline is taking longer then I thought. It was supposed to be just a oneshot, but saddly I just cant stop typing! Im sure your all weeping, for I am not dead yet. BUT! In this chapter you can taste the delicious onset of a plotline, and minor insanity from THE MAN. For those of you not sure of who THE MAN is, stop reading now and go beat yourself. You deserve it.

Outside the sun shone brightly down on the fairly old car, heating everything inside it to scalding temperatures. Ensuring that whoever leaned against it would burn their hands, and trying to buckle your seatbelt would surely scorch you. The two girls bobbed side by side, linking arms but keeping enough distance to not be confused as lovers. "Why are you wearing a scarf? Its the middle of summer." Mike unlocked the car door and slid inside.

"Because I just bought it last week and they said it might get windy today."

"Lies! You dont even watch the news!"

"It might though," Amy said, her head down.

Mike sighed, turning the radio station as he drove. Their werent alot of cars on the road, surprisingly.

"So then he was like 'Im not emo' and then I was like 'Uh yeah you tottaly are'"

"And thats why you broke up with him? Amy I never thought he was emo..."

"Shut up stupid of corse he was." MichelI looked slightly hurt by this remark." I couldnt have been seen with him and all those cuts on his arm. Now I have to find a new boyfriend before he gets a new girlfriend."

"Get out..." Mike gritted his teeth, their talking slowly driving him insane. He sped away from the two girls, dumbfounded as to what made him so mad.

"Dude, whats got him so pissed?" Michell swung her black purse as she walked. "I dont know hes such a loser I dont care." "Is he always so mad like that?" The strode past a hot topic and stopped for a smoke next to the bookstore. "Yeah. Cause you know why? Cause hes..." Amy stopped mid sentence. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide. Infront of her stood a giant poster of GIR. And next to that poster was a man at a small table, surrounded by fangirls and fanboys, screaming insanely overused quotes and adorable gestures. The man looked, tierd,frightend, and as if he had soiled himself. He kept running his hand through his cherry red hair, his eyes shifting left and right, fearing a sudden attack/assasination from the crowd. She gawked at him. "Oh...MY...GOD! ITS GIIIIRRRR!" She ran to the store and into the crowd of fans, pushing people aside and stepping on the elderly. "Ummm, okay..." A rather bewilderd Michelle stood outside the bookstore, feeling very out of place.

Once she had reached the table with the man she could see that he was surrounded by Invader Zim action figures, mainly those of Gir. "Hi umm my name is Amy and are you the guy who made Gir!" She bounced up and down infront of the terrified man behind the desk.

"GOD YES OKAY! YES! I MADE GIR! I DID THIS! WHY OH WHY WOULD I EVER MAKE SUCH A HORRIFIEING CULT ATTRACTING CREATURE!" The crown got eerily silent at his relentless screaming. "I dont even like malls! I jsut came here for some dipping dots (Ice cream of the fuuuture!) and next thing I know Im being dragged in here and forced to sign DVD's and actuon figures and people asses! PEOPLE WANT ME TO SIGN THE ASSES! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The man ran out of the store, through the awwed people and promptly flung himself down the escalator and caught fire. None of them should have been surprised, the way they had been acting was enough to drive anyone to spontanious combustion, and they quickly rushed out of the store, many sure they would catch the elusive Jhonen again. Amy, and a group of other people ran out after him screaming about moose. In the mad rush, she tripped over her scarf and was trampled by the many fans.

Note: Okay so I could tottaly see EVERYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER HAPPENING! And god dammit I dont like Amy! I hate her! Im glad she was trampled! And I dont like Michell cause shes stupid. But I do like Mike, cause for all his JTHM loving MSI listening to, he seems to be the most normal of them all.