AGAIN? Maybe I just shouldn't put these things up… Anyway, yada, yada, yada, oh, just forget it. Responding to reviews:

StatusQuo990: Yes, yes, I know. I don't wanna put 'em up though! At least I'm gonna continue the Fic.

JustBelieve GoBeyond: Yeah, of course he's ok! I don't kill off characters that easily! And he doesn't understand love because Irkens are cloned.

Ok! Back to the story!

Hola! Estrella again!

I felt myself fall at the same time Zim did, but I was still conscious. I watched as he collapsed and his wig came off. I gasped a bit, and realized Dib wasn't crazy after all, but remembered he needed a shoulder to lean on when he woke. So, I quickly put on his wig before anyone noticed and shook him gently.

"Zim? Space boy? Wake up! Please?" I whispered urgently. "Please? Zim! Snap out of it!" I slapped him on the face as I shook him more violently. Dib ran up to us and splashed some water on his face.

"AAGH! IT BURNS!" Zim shouted as smoke rose up from where the water touched him. Dib and I sighed in relief and hugged each other. We stayed in the embrace for about a minute before I realized what I was doing.

I blushed. "Sorry," I apologized, and walked to lunch before they started asking me about Tuesday night. God, that was weird. Why did Zim do that? Maybe it was some sort of alien thing, they get psychopathic easily. Or maybe… Mordachi? No, Zim was nowhere near any enchantments of any kind. But, just to be safe, I reached into my bag and pulled out my supernatural reference book. I got it when I was in a bookstore and thought that it could come in handy sometime. I flipped through the pages until I came to possessed beings. "If a person becomes emotionally close to a possessed person, the person will become possessed by the same being, but in a different form," I read aloud.

"So that's what you are? Possessed?" I heard Dib say above me.

I was scared stiff. "I-I, I- yes," I admitted reluctantly. Zim behind him gasped.

"I am not emotionally close to you!" He shouted.

"Yeah, and I'm Robert Pattinson," Dib scoffed.

"You're no way near sparkly enough, Dib," I remarked casually

Next week, I learned there was a person auction for the prom. It was Boy's choice and boys had to bid on the girl they wanted to go with. I signed myself up, figuring there was no harm in it, I got to keep half the money that was bid on me, and I probably would just call in sick. I only knew two guys, so no one is really gonna want to go to prom with me. The afternoon of the auction, I put on my best dress. It was purple and shimmery and fell to my knees, but was pulled up on one side up to my knee. I put my hair in a braid that looped around my head and put green and purple eye shadow on. I think the two colors complement each other.

I sighed to myself and said, "Slavery is alive and well, it seems," and walked out the door to my car.

When I got to the skool, I saw a bunch of guys lining up to get in. I walked straight past the line that was filled with idiots and hoped no one would bid on me. I sat backstage and shuddered a bit when Ms. Bitters in a hot pink spandex (gag) dress walked up the catwalk and said, "First up, we have Zita! Bid for her or suffer." Good old Ms. Bitters. Next, there was Gretchen, then Lisa, then Ashley. Finally, it was my turn. "Look at her! She's beautiful! Bid on her! The bidding starts at 20 bucks!" Ms. Bitters said hoarsely.

I guess I did look kind of beautiful, because twenty or so guys immediately shot their paddles up.

"Do I hear 30? 40? 50?" Paddles fell as Ms. Bitters raised my price. "100? 150?" Wow, did I actually look that good? "200! 210!"

"350!" I heard a very familiar voice shout. Holy cow! Did he really have that much money?

"Sold to the kid with the immensely large head!" Ms. Bitters shouted.

"My head's not big!" Dib shouted back. My mouth gaped open. Why did Dib bid on me? Like I'm special. He's the one who found out about me. It made no sense. Oh, well. I would probably end up ditching prom anyway.

"WAIT!" I heard Zim shout from the auction floor. "Am I too late to bid on Ella?"

Wow, this is getting just weird. "Yes, unless you've got $350 on you right now," Ms. Bitters snapped.

Zim smiled weirdly and brought out 4 $100 bills. I guess his job at McMeatie's really pays well. But, hey, wasn't this the guy who tried to strangle me last week? I felt my jaw drop again as the two kept bidding higher and higher, until they both ran out of money at $1000.

"Ok, both of you are just going to have to take her," Ms. Bitters suggested. Now Dib and Zim's jaws dropped.

"Huh?" We all looked at each other in disbelief.

"Deal with it!" She hissed. Creepy.

"Guess I'm stuck with you two on Friday," I sighed as we walked out of the media center. "Great." This was my first and last dance, and I have to spend it with Zim and Dib. Somehow, I wasn't that disconcerted.

Guess who finally remembered! A bit of an introduction to maybe future romance, With who, I'm not sure. Anywhoozles. I love each and every one of you who reviewed and rated. I like you. You smell like cookies!

~Peacewalker Lyn