A/N: Well, I was gonna wait until tomorrow to post the next couple of chapters, but seeing as how I'm pretty on top of my work load at the moment, I've decided to post up two quick updates before the day officially ends. So you can all consider this a Valentine's Day posting. =3 After I meet my deadline for tomorrow, I should have more time available for working on this story. Please do keep in mind though that I do have a life outside of posting new chapters to this story. So no promises on necessarily fast updates. I like to spread them out a bit to keep myself from becoming too overwhelmed.

And, even though I've said this numerous times in the past already, please, please, PLEASE actually read my A/N's before commenting on this story, you guys. I've been getting a lot of reviews lately that have been asking/pointing out things that have already been covered numerous times in past A/N's. Is it really too much to ask that you guys read through them before commenting? I don't mean to come across as rude in saying this, but it really does get rather tiring having to explain things over and over and OVER again, especially when they've already been addressed more than once in my A/Ns.

For example, I keep receiving messages from people asking about why the chapter numbers don't match up with the chapter titles. Obviously, that's because the FF version of this story doesn't contain the sexual chapters in it. But still, people point it out to me as though I made an error in not posting them. What I don't understand though is how so many people can just completely miss out on my A/N's explaining this. Not only do I post an A/N BEFORE the chapters that are removed from the story but I also post one AFTER the missing chapters in question. So it boggles my mind that so many of you don't think to check what I have to say about these missing chapters before sending in the usual, "You forgot to post Chapter 34/86" reviews. For the last time, I. DID. NOT. FORGET! THEY. WERE. OMITTED. FOR. A. REASON! A reason that, yes, I'll say again, is constantly being addressed in my A/N's.

So yeah. Sorry if any of you find this rude, but all that I'm asking is that you guys take the time to read them before commenting. I hate to come across as the annoying, repetetive, bad guy in all this, but it would really help not to be asked the same questions in reviews/PMs.

That being said, I've decided to update my profile with a FAQ section as well. Hopefully that will help to cut back on the amount of repetetive questions I get about the story. If you have a question about the story that you DON'T see covered in the FAQ section though, please feel free to ask it and I'll add it to my ever growing questionnaire.

Now that I've talked all your ears off, please enjoy the following update. =3

ZADR Orange Chapter 112

Warnings: Extreme OOCness

Rating: M for later chapters

Disclaimer: We do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Zim: Notgonnadie

Dib: Me

Enjoy. =3

Knocking on the door to the room Dib had locked himself inside of, Zim tried to coax the hybrid back out with his words, knowing he had screwed up downstairs at the dinner table. "Dib, please open the door...I'm sorry..." he tried to apologize but was met with only silence from the other.

Pulling the bed covers up over his head, Dib refused to the listen to the Irken, tugging down on his antennae to block out the alien's voice.

From behind, Rose approached Zim. "Umm...Zim?" she said in a quiet voice so as not to startle him.

"WHAT?!" Zim snapped, turning on her then flinching and clearing his throat. "I-I mean...Yes?" he said in a calmer voice when he saw it was just Rose.

"You dropped this downstairs..." Rose held up the wig for him.

Seeing the wig, Zim blushed. "O-Oh..." he then sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I ruined dinner..." he apologized to her for what had just happened down there.

Rose merely shook her head however. "You didn't ruin dinner. In fact, you livened it up quite a bit. Though I can't say for sure whether the rest of my family noticed you were an alien or not when your wig fell off. Either way, I think you should head back downstairs and finish eating. I don't want you thinking Dib hates you, but I'm pretty sure he's mad right now and doesn't want to talk with anyone. I think that if you just give him some time and space, he'll come back out when he's feeling up to it." she said, trying to convince Zim to come back down with her.

Looking down, Zim sighed. "I didn't mean to make him leave..." he said.

"I know, Zim. Things like this just happen sometimes. Right now you need to just give him some space to breathe and calm down and let him come back down on his own. Because the longer you stand out here trying to get him to come back out, the longer he'll stay in there and refuse to come back out."

Nodding, Zim sighed again. "I know..." he said, realizing Rose was more than likely right about that.

"Come on, Zim. Let's go downstairs and finish having dinner. I'm sure Dib will come back down just as soon as he realizes how hungry he is. And trust me, it won't take him long to realize that with three hungry smeets inside of him." Rose said, offering her hand for him to take.

Taking it sadly, Zim sighed and followed her back down to the table.

Rose took her seat at the table across from him. "Cheer up, Zim. He'll come back down." she patted his hand reassuringly as the other picked at his food unenthusiastically.

Meanwhile, Stella stared at Zim with wide eyes. "So...He's with you then?" she said in an almost disbelieving voice.

Zim glared at her. "Yes, he is." he said firmly, half snapping at her.

"I tried to tell you earlier today, Stella. But you weren't exactly listening to me between fantasizing about you and Dib and holding a grudge against me all day for not letting you stay upstairs in the room with him." Rose said, calmly returning to her food.

Poking at her food, Stella pouted. "Well, he never said anything." she mumbled to herself.

"How could he have? He was up in that room sleeping all day, Stella. You know that. And you've known each other less than 24 hours. That's not the kind of stuff you should be expecting to talk about with him the first day you meet."

Again, Stella pouted. "Well..." she began to say but got cut off by her mother.

"Stella, just drop it." Lily sent her daughter a stern look before looking back at Zim. "That thing you were showing Rose earlier. It was a surprise for Dib, wasn't it? That's why you didn't want to show me, right?" she said, eying Zim closely.

Nodding a little, Zim looked away. "Yeah...It was...But I doubt he'll want it now..." he said, entire body slumping in his chair.

"That's enough, Zim. Thinking like that is what made Dib mad at you in the first place. I don't want to hear you doubting him anymore."

"Well, what was it?"

Looking down, Zim sighed. "Sorry..." he half-halfheartedly apologized to Rose again before he looked back up at Lily. "U-Ummm...Well..." he glanced at Rose, unsure about whether he should tell or not.

"Well...It's up to you, Zim. You don't have to tell them if you don't want to...Like I said before, you have a right to your privacy."

Nodding his head, Zim crossed his arms. "It is none of your concern." he nodded assuredly.

Sighing, Lily then smiled back at him. "Alright then, I'll just come up with my own ideas of what you could have possibly gotten him." she said before returning back to her food.

Zim eyed her nervously. "You're not going to tell him, are you?" he said in an all too paranoid voice, assuming she had already figured it out.

"Hmm?" Lily looked up from her food, some spaghetti hanging out of her mouth. Slurping it up and swallowing, she then blinked confusedly at him. "Tell him? Tell him what? I don't even know what you got him. You won't tell me, remember? And that's fine. I'm just saying I'll imagine things up for myself. It doesn't necessarily mean I know what you got him." she said.

Zim glared at her. "What mind games are you trying to play?!" he demanded, even more paranoid now.

"Huh? None! I swear!" Lily said, looking to her sister for help.

"Zim, she really doesn't know what you're talking about. It's okay. Calm down. Even if she did know, she wouldn't tell Dib."

Not believing that, Zim glared at Rose also. "Well, I told her it's none of her concern! So there!" he said with finality.

Rose sighed. "Zim, she heard you the first time. She's not trying to figure out what you got him, so just drop it already. You need to learn to stop jumping to conclusions about people." she said in a stern voice to the disguised Irken.

Zim looked away. "Sorry..." he said, not really meaning it. He was bad around people, especially humans. He liked being alone or with Dib. That's why he liked being an invader so much. He was alone.

Again, Rose sighed. "It's alright, Zim...Just...Take a deep breath and relax. Try to enjoy the rest of your dinner. We didn't have you over for dinner to torture you." she said, wanting Zim to loosen up a bit.

Dib came up behind Zim. "You're not torturing him, Rose...He's just torturing himself..." he said, taking a seat at the table next to Zim and Stella again, refusing to look at either of them. He had only come down because the smeets had started kicking and he had felt bad about starting a fight in the middle of dinner like that. "I'm...sorry about earlier." he apologized to Rose, the only one he would look at in that moment.

Eyes widening at Dib's return back to the table, Zim couldn't stop staring open-mouthed at him.

Picking up his fork to start eating some of the spaghetti Rose had made for him, Dib didn't even glance at Zim, one hand pressed to the kicking in his belly.

Turning back to his food, Zim sighed and prodded at it sadly, not feeling hungry anymore.

Hearing the sigh, Dib's antennae twitched and fell back, causing him to tighten his grip on the fork and glare down at his food. "Are you still mad at me...?" he addressed Zim, not even looking up from his food.

Zim's eyes never left his plate. "No..." he responded after several moments of silence.

His facial expression softening, Dib sighed himself. "Then I guess I'm sorry about calling you a bastard earlier..." he said before scooping a fork-full of noodles into his mouth, still reluctant to look at the Irken.

A/N: And there you have it for Chapter 112. =3 Until next time~