AN- Damn you guys are fast. Four reviews in less than a day! So, as promised, here is your chapter two.

But first, a note about Quinn. He's the kid who was with Keef earlier. Another funny story with him. He was originally planned to be like a male version of Gaz, without the temper. But then I wanted to make him like Ferb. Cool, calm– he just doesn't talk much. But then he turned out like this. Shy and sweet and ADORABLE. You guys are gonna luff him. I know I do.

"Ohhh, won't this be fun, guys?" Keef says to his bestest friends as he takes a teal sleeping bag out of his overstuffed backpack. He unrolls it and sets it on his bed– the bottom bunk; he's sharing with Zim.

"Very fun," Zim agrees in a tone that suggests it will not be. He's already set up his bunk, and is sitting on his sleeping bag, knees held up against his chest. It seems the Irken prefers being elevated high away from the others. A spider lowers itself right it front of his face, and he merely blows it away. This backfires when the spider swings right back into his face. Zim shrieks and swats at his face repeatedly, chanting, "Get it off, get it off, get it off!"

"Right between the eyes. . . ," Quinn, the dark-haired boy, mumbles as he climbs up the latter to the top bunk– he's sharing with Dib, of course.

Keef flattens his sleeping bag out on the bed before getting chatty again. "We can play board games and stay up late talking and tell scary stories and eat ca–"

"S-scary stories?" Quinn says softly, and yet it's somehow enough to get Keef to stop his rant.

Zim, who has succeeded in getting rid of the spider, leans forward on his knees. "You scared, human?" he smirks deviously, and Quinn falters.

"N-no! I-I. . . I just. . . ," he reaches into his bag and pulls out a fluffy brown teddy bear. He squeezes it tightly, "don't like being scared. That's all."

"Is that a bear?" Zim says suspiciously. If he had eyebrows, one would be raised.

"I-I. . . ," Quinn looks to the ground, face turning red. "Um. . ."

"Stop picking on him, Zim!" Dib snarls. He reaches down and pulls out a small doll. He really hadn't wanted to show anyone this– it was supposed to be a secret– but he felt that it would make Quinn feel better. The doll had been originally made for voodoo purposes, but when that had failed, he had kept it. Why, he still doesn't know. But it's comforting, in a strange sense. The doll, though crudely made, resembles Zim, in his alien form. Dib tries to hide an oncoming blush as he holds it out towards Quinn. "See? I have one, too."

Quinn blinks at it, and a small smile envelopes his face. Zim's reaction, however, is not so sweet.

"What is that?" he says, crawling forward to the edge of his bunk. His face is turning blue as he stares at the little plushie, lavender eyes wide.

"I-it's a doll-thing! Now shut up!" Dib snaps, stuffing the doll back into his bag. Zim can't say anything about it being him– that would mean admitting he's an alien, and Dib knows how unlikely that is.

Zim seems to know that too, since he slumps forward onto his sleeping bag, resting his cheeks in his gloved palms. He sticks his feet up, kicking them back and forth in a strange rhythm. He pouts as he stares straight ahead, looking already bored with summer camp.

"Hello, campers!" says a young man, poking his head into the room. "I'm Mr. Whitemore, and I'll be your team leader!" He smiles. "I just wanna tell you to meet up at the picnic tables in twenty minutes!"

"Got it!" Keef responds cheerily, ending with a mock salute.

"Now that's team spirit!" says Mr. Whitemore. "But, um. . . you can lose the salute." He smiles playfully, then disappears.

"Yay, picnic tables!" says Keef, excited. "I wonder what we're gonna do?"

Dib is more concerned about distance. "Our cabin is the farthest from the picnic tables. . . It might take a while to get there."

"How long?" asks Zim, kicking his legs still.

Dib stares at the map they had been given of the campgrounds, narrowing his eyes as he estimates the distance, and just how long it will take. He tries to ignore Keef, who leans over his shoulder to look, too. "About fifteen minutes."

"How big is this campground?" Zim shrieks, sitting up with such sudden force that it makes the bed shake.

"I don't know!" Dib cries. "It's just an estimate, anyways. It might not take that long. . ."

"We could leave now. . . ," suggests Quinn, who's climbing up the latter to his bunk bed, teddy bear held tightly in his arms. "Being early wouldn't be so bad." He shrugs slightly and gingerly sets the bear down on top of his sleeping bag.

"Yeah. . . ," agrees Dib, rolling up the map and setting it on a tiny table nearby. "I guess it would be nice to be there before the girls."

"Yes!" says Zim, practically leaping down from the bed. "Let us beat the filthy Earth girls to the picnic tables!" Before anyone (namely Dib) can object, he rushes out of the room, eager to beat the girls in a race they don't know they're competing in. The next to follow is Keef, giggling merrily as he zooms outside. Quinn, noticing them leaving, gasps and jumps off the last step of the latter and to the ground, running after them.

Dib slowly picks himself up, sighing. Why does Zim have to be so. . . so overzealous? It only gets him into trouble. . . And it's bound to get Dib into trouble, too. He begins to drag himself towards the door, but then he catches eye of Quinn's teddy bear, placed gently on top of his violet sleeping bag.

Hardly paying attention to what he's doing, Dib takes a step back, stoops down, and takes the Zim doll out of his bag. It's not the best– his sister could do better without even trying– but it makes him smile. He runs his thumb across the side of it's swollen head and swiftly lifts up his pillow, placing the Zim doll under it. No one would ever know.

"Dib! C'mon! We're waiting for you!" Dib hears Keef call out, and he almost laughs imagining the boy waving one arm over his head, the other cupped near his mouth to make his voice louder.

"Not all of us willingly!" Zim adds, startling Dib out of whatever nightmare world had put him in a trance. He heaves a sigh and sets the pillow down, hiding the doll.

"Coming!"

As it turns out, they're already too late, as they see the girls walking by in the other direction. Zim's eyes grow wide, and he takes a rushing leap forward. "We must defeat them!" he cries out, causing the girls to look their way.

"Cool it, Zim," Dib says in a strained whisper. " There's no race. Besides, they're already looking our way."

Zim frowns, crossing his arms. "Fine," he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

Keef smiles as he looks back at the girls. "Maybe we should get to know them! They are part of our team!" he says brightly. "It could be fun!" Without even waiting for a response, he waves the girls over. "Hi!" he cries out.

The girls look at each other warily, before finding their way towards the boys. Muffled whispers are heard as they come closer.

"Hi!" Keef says, breaking the silence. "I'm Keef!" He looks towards Quinn, who's staring at his feet as he walks, face turning pink. Seeing as he's too nervous to introduce himself, Keef says, "He's Quinn!"

One of the girls with short, curly brown hair raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she stares at Zim skeptically. "Who's the green kid?"

"You may address me as Zim," Zim says proudly, setting his hands on his hips. He points towards Zim with the claw that would be his thumb. "This is the Dib-Stink."

Dib scowls, glaring at the shorter. "It's just Dib."

Zim sticks his tongue out at him indignantly. The group falls silent for a moment, before Zim says in surprise, "What? Nothing about me being an alien?"

Dib shrugs. "What's the point? They'll just think I'm crazy."

One girl who was leaning forward to look at them suddenly pulls back, holding her nose. "He sure smells like an alien," she says, brown eyes narrowing.

"How do you know what an alien smells like?" Zim asks, rather insulted. How dare this girl call him smelly! It was the Dib-Beast that was stinky!

"I don't," she says, stepping forward to glare sharply at Zim. "But I'm pretty sure no normal person smells like that."

"Well. . . Well. . . ," Zim looks from face to face, struggling to find the right words to say. Finally he settles with, "Your face is stupid!"

"Your's is stupider," she replies, sticking out her tongue. Zim sputters, making Dib laugh. He decides he likes this girl. "I'm Abby," she says, satisfied with the look on Zim's face.

"I'm Yeci," mutters the girl with curly brown hair. Her eyes are darker than Quinn's, and that trait all on its own makes Dib shiver.

"My name's Noemi!" announces a girl with long lavender hair. (Why do so many girls have purple hair?)

"I'm Tix," says a blonde girl, who looks more interested in staring at herself in her compact mirror and reapplying her lipgloss. Most boys would find her attractive– blonde hair, purple eyes, tan skin– but Dib can see the fakeness oozing out her every pore.

"Nice to meet you all!" Keef cries, overwhelmed with the whole slew of new faces. "I love making new friends!"

"Friends?" says Tix, looking up from her compact mirror. "Not with the likes of you."

"I've already been forced to have enough friends. . . ," mumbles Yeci, her dark eyes glancing at each of the other girls.

"I dunno. . . ," says Abby, looking to the side. "You're kinda. . . scruffy. No offense."

"None taken," says Keef, still smiling. She turns towards Noemi. "What about you, Noemi? Will you be my friend?"

"Keef, right?" she asks, smiling slightly. After Keef nods, her smile grows wider and she says, "Sure, why not?"

"Why not?" Abby whispers bitterly as she pulls Noemi to the side. It's a really loud whisper– there's no doubt that everyone can hear them. "Just look at him, Noemi! And his friends! What freaks! Especially that green kid!"

Dib smiles triumphantly. Maybe this girl really can tell that he's an alien! As Abby parts away from Noemi, he rushes up to her, trying to start a conversation. Abby disregards him, giving him nonchalant, bored answers, but Dib could care less. The excitement overtakes him so much that he doesn't notice Zim glaring daggers at him.

This Earth girl infuriates him for reasons he cannot comprehend. All he knows is that the more Dib smiles listening to her, the more he wants to run her over with his Voot cruiser. (If only it were here!) Could this be. . . That "jelly" that humans spoke of? Zim knows little about it, but has spent long enough on Earth to understand that it's some sort of human emotion, similar to envy.

But why should Zim care if Dib is conversing with some obnoxious Earth girl? Really, why should he care? Look, she doesn't even like him! She hardly responds to his excited talking! She just shrugs and utters a few words in response! It makes Zim so angry he could just, he could just. . . oh, that pitiful Earth creature! He will destroy her the next chance he gets! No. . . no. Why does he even care? She's just walking the Dib-thing. . . making him smile. . . hardly giving him any attention. . . and all through this, Dib is absolutely oblivious to how much this girl dislikes him! It makes Zim absolutely sick to his squeedlyspooch!

And he has absolutely no idea why. All he knows is that this "Abby" is going to experience much pain later. Yes, she will suffer the wrath of Zim, if she is not careful. Just you wait.

AN- Uh oh. . . Zim, what are you gonna do to her? This chapter came in at almost 2,000 words! Nice! I think 1,941 was the exact number. . . or something like it.

I was trying really hard for a character Dib could quickly develop a *slight* crush on, without her being a Mary Sue. So I figured the best way to do that was to make her. . . well, to be blunt, a total biotch. So here we have Abby, whom I hate. I'm not too fond of Tix either, and I'm "meh" about Yeci. I really like Noemi, however. And as I said, I love Quinn.

Hmm. . . could I be hinting at something, maybe?

So, keep on reviewing guys! I have more planned, and Chapter 3's got some DRAMA.