(A/N: YAY! here's chapter 6! please R+R! I love hearing your feedback!)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from Invader Zim, or Emily Dickinson's poems.

The week after the date with Zim, I had quite a growth spurt. Each day I grew more and more, until I had finally exceeded my dad's height. Then we had rehearsal for the tallest coronation ceremony.

My dad did most of the work in ordering people where to go. He wanted everything to be perfect for my coronation.

"Okay, okay, okay people! You! Yeah, you in the red shirt! No, no, no! The other guy in the red shirt! The red shirt WITHOUT the striped! Go over there! Hurry up already! Don't drop the camera! That thing's expensive, dammit!"

My uncle Purple helped out too:

"Hey you! Yeah you in the red shirt! The red shirt WITH stripes! Get me some more snacks! Hurry up! I'm hungry, dammit!"

Finally when everything was in place, we started rehearsing the speeches. No one really said anything. We just rehearsed the order of people going up to the podium.

After hours and hours of sitting, we were finally done. I had some free time until lunch, so I decided to ask Nur for a "second" date.

It was pretty hard to find him, but I eventually found him all by himself in the library sitting a table. He was talking to himself . . .

"I hide myself within my flower,

That wearing on your breast,

You, unsuspecting, wear me too-

And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,

That, fading from your vase,

You, unsuspecting, feel for me

Almost a loneliness."

I was speechless. He wasn't talking to himself, he was reading poetry! I never knew he was so . . . what's the word I'm looking for? Complex?

The floor creaked as I moved and Nur's antennas picked up the sound. He turned around, startled to see me.

"H-hi Viz, how's it going?" he asked trying to be casual as usual.

"I never knew you liked to read poetry, Nur." I said.

"Oh, um, you heard that?"

"Uh, yeah." I said as if it was suddenly obvious.

"Well, I haven't liked it for a long time, I just recently heard about this one poet from a friend of mine. She lived on Earth a while ago. Her name was Emily Dickinson, I think."

I didn't really know how to react to this, so I just decided to get down to business.

"Hey, Nur. How would you like to go on another date?" I asked, breaking the ice.

"Really? Awesome! I'll pick you up at 7! I'll see you later!"

He grabbed his book and ran off. I stood there dumbstruck.

What a very interesting guy, I thought.