Well, I've decided to make a sequel! And guess what? I've got THAT story planned out almost to the end perfectly, and if you guys stick with me I think it should turn out good. But...after this story I've decided I'm going to pre-write the sequel. If you will be patient with me, though, I can assure you it will be worth the wait :)(:

OK! LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR: Justin Bieber's song is in here for plot reasons ok? So don't be offended. Espescially since there are no lyrics and nobody is forcing you against your will to listen to the song. So here me now, Any flames about Justin Bieber on this story's comments will be completely ignored, because I really DON'T CARE what you have to say, and you're not getting to me. Call me what you want, but this is how I work.

IMPORTANT NOTE - when you see the * that means that's where I made the song start for those of you who want to hear it while you read.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own IZ or "Somebody To Love" . However I DO own the following quotes since they are a mixed conversation between me, my cousin Madison, and my sister April.

Heather: April, can you just let it charge for like ten more minutes?

April: Ughh...

Heather: Is you're battery about to die or something?

April: No, my screen just isn't bright.

Heather & Madison: April!

April: *To Madison* Unhook your phone sister!

Madison: Sister? I ain't no Sister-Mary or nothing!

Dib sighed, dragging his finger down the side of his face. This stupid comedy show was the only thing on and it was starting to get to him. He had never cared much for comedy shows, not that they weren't funny, they just weren't good. He'd much rather prefer watching a re-run of Mysterious Mysteries or some violent horror movie than this.

Paranormal wasn't Dib's top interest anymore, the ghost-world had changed that chunk of his life. When everyone was one of the things you were made fun of for believing in, it kind of ruined the purpose of studying and hunting them. There was nothing paranormal in the ghost world anyway when you were the paranormal.

When the previews finally came on Dib only sighed again. He leaned over to look into the kitchen. Zim had been gone for what? Almost a week now? Down in his lab, he was doing...something. It was something to do with his rage over that project Dib caught Zim doing in his lab. He had got so defensive, not out of the ordinary for him, but Dib had never seen him that angry before. There was definitely something going on, but what could he do? Sure, he had tried hacking the systems multiple times, but he got nowhere. Irkens were completely different with their technology and far more advanced for Dib to figure out.

Dib leaned back into the couch, his head against the cushion and eyes closed. He really needed to get off his butt. He had been lazing away while he should be doing something about his 'mission'. What a stupid mission it was. Finding somebody to love...? What did Fravardin expect him to do? If he hadn't gotten Zim to look more solid in the first place what could he have done?

Or did she know what was going to happen?

She probably did, but either way it didn't matter, he was wasting time. He had to stop wondering about Zim and get back to his purpose in becoming a ghost in the first place.

Dib looked looked back at the TV. The DVR had automatically switched to that Justin Bieber movie.

...Gir. God he was so strange.

Dib puffed a breath as he stood up. There was one thing he didn't like more than comedy shows. The strange thing was that he just didn't understand him. He was just too weird and such a sucker for love. Funny, Dib should probably be asking his advice on how to get a girlfriend. ...Or maybe not.

Dib quickly brushed away his thoughts, deciding to listen to his nagging thoughts and go out once again. He'd rather waste a day failing at love to watch that stupid movie anyway.

Dib stood at the door, hand outstretched to the knob, before he glanced back to the kitchen again. Zim was breaking his promise, and Dib didn't remember if it was officially put that way, but either way Zim said he would help, and he isn't.

I can do this myself. Who needs him? Dib grouched in his mind. He then turned the knob and slammed the door shut behind him.

There weren't many great places around here, but Dib figured he would just stop at the nearest cafe. They were usually quieter than most restaurants.

Dib pushed open the two double doors of the cafe, hearing a small bell ding in the process. He decided sitting at a bar would be better since he was alone, so he took a seat on one of the cushy stools and waited for someone to notice he was there and take his order.

One lady who was filling up a cup with what seemed like coffee turned and saw him. She slid the cup to a man a few seats away then leaned over the table towards Dib in a manner that said she was probably frustrated.

"What would you like, sir?" The lady was trying to keep her voice even.

"Just a cup of water, please," muttered Dib.

"One sec," the lady said, holding up a finger and walking away.

As Dib was ordering his drink, he had seen two people sit on either side of him. On his right he saw a girl who looked maybe seventeen. She had straight brown hair and blue eyes. Her hair fell down like a curtain around her head as her chin rested on the table. She stared at a small radio just in front of her face as she turned the knob, boredly tuning through radio stations.

"Zep, oh my God!" A guy beside the girl on the radio rolled his eyes at her as the introduction to a song came on. At first Dib didn't recognize the voice, but it only took him a few seconds to know. Ohh...

*As the song reached the first chorus, the girl named Zep smirked at the guy beside her and turned the volume up.

"You moron. Justin Bieber's so gay," snorted the guy.

Zep rolled her eyes at him. "Oh shut up, Torque. He has a girlfriend, you know."

Torque? The name registered in Dib's head. He looked at the guy said as Torque and recognized him almost immediately. Oh God. Dib smacked his hand to his face. Oh God, oh God, oh God! I can't believe it! It's him!

Dib let his forehead fall to the table in attempt of hiding himself.. How could he be so stupid? One thing he had never thought of at all, especially since he was supposed to be dead, was a disguise. A frickin' disguise!

As Dib mentally cursed himself, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Praying that it wasn't Torque, he peeked out from under his arm and saw instead the girl named Bre.

"Hey, I'm not bothering you too, am I?" she asked, but looked expectantly at him.

"Huh?" Dib was confused.

Bre glanced at the radio. "You know, Justin Bieber. You probably hate him right?"

Dib didn't know what to say at first, still a bit anxious, but then he snapped out of it and just shrugged.

"Pfft," was all she said.

Dib laid his head back on his arms, leaving Bre to her radio. Even though she was a decent looking girl possibly close to his age, he was afraid that she might have known him through Torque, so he didn't want to try and hit on her or something. Dib groaned quietly into his sleeves. Man, I hate this. I really hate this! All he wanted to do now was to leave. It was so hard, this task he had. Fravardin sure did know how to pick challenges, and it makes him wonder if that's the only reason she picked this one, just because it's the hardest he's known. He didn't flirt, heck he hardly even talked to girls. He still didn't want to give up, but one thing was for sure: the girl for him was going to be one in a million. It was going to be someone who was completely different and possibly an outcast, just like him. All these other prissy chicks weren't going to get one shot at his deeply buried heart. Dib considered his time limit, and realized now it was only getting shorter. He had less than a year, and hardly any true loves were found before college! And he was only in 6th grade!

Dib had to break himself out of his thoughts when he realized he couldn't stay longer. He had to go back to Zim's before another person he knew noticed him. He didn't really want to go back to the empty house and have to scoop Zim out of whatever he was doing to force him to make Dib a disguise.

But then again, Dib thought suddenly, Zim was never really a master of disguise. It hit Dib dead on the head. He would probably do much better going to a shop to get one himself. Going with that, Dib left a few dollars on the table and got up to leave. He had mentally thanked the robot Gir for giving him all the money he had needed for the past few days since Zim wasn't around. There was plenty of it for sure, because at first Gir was handing him a couple hundred dollar-bills. God knows how that little robot got that much.

Dib dropped by a small store around the corner, being paranoid trying to cover his face with his coat collar. He took some time picking out stuff that wasn't at all his style, and when he was done he looked in a mirror to take it all in. He had to be pickier since he couldn't take his old clothes off, for Fravardin had already informed that it would be that way for some time, and she didn't say how long. He had to put the new clothes over the old ones, and they had to be just right so they could cover the old clothes completely. He was glad that he didn't have to worry about burning up in all the layers, or he'd probably be out of luck.

Dib stared himself up and down uncomfortably at his reflection in the mirror. He had definitely done a good job going out of character. He had found black sunglasses that clipped on over his original glasses, which would help so people couldn't see his eyes. He wore a white button-down shirt with a small collar and dark blue jeans that slightly ran over the black reeboks with white bottoms. Dib hated it, but he knew the scythe had to go. So he had found a way to press it down, using a great amount of hair gel, where it could hang slightly across his forehead and down across the side of his head so it looked like he had a part in his hair. Dib nodded to himself in the mirror, satisfied, and after paying for everything, marched out the door. He knew he would have to get used to having hair across his forehead, and it was going to be very hard considering he had had the scythe ever since he could remember.

When Dib arrived at Zim's block, he didn't notice the kid that ran in front of him and the two tripped over each other and fell to the floor. Dib had lost his slasses in the process, but it didn't take him much time to find them since his vision was really perfect due to being a ghost. The boy that had knocked him over sat up and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Oh my gosh, man, I'm so sorry!" the boy apologized frantically and held out his hand as he stood up for Dib to take it. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah." Dib spit out some grass and decided to let the boy help him up.

"My name's Drey. I was actually in a hurry to get somewhere. Sorry I wasn't looking. What's your name?"

"Uh..." Dib faltered as he thought of the first name that came to him. "Justin! Yeah, Justin."

Dreygrinned lightly. "Nice to meet you. Do you live nearby?"

"Yeah, just right around the corner."

"That's cool. Ok, I'll catch you later Justin." Drey waved at Dib as he jogged off across the street.

"A-Alright." Dib waved back. When Drey was gone, he checked himself to make sure nothing had gone wrong with his disguise and his old clothes weren't poking out. He was pleased to find everything intact.

Dib sighed in relief and continued on his way back to the base, only to find himself bumping into something else.

"DANG IT!" He yelled, not that anything hurt. The impact wasn't enough to knock him over, but it was for whoever ran into him. Dib looked down to see who it was he had ran into this time, but it was the last person he would've expected to see at all today.

"ZIM?"

AAAAAAHHH! O_O

So I have been trying to get this chapter posted for weeks but it's like there's always something in the way. First I had tried to finish this before we went to the lake for a week but found out I had less time than I thought and ended up going without internet for that trip. Then when I went to my grandma's the following week my stupid lap top wouldn't connect to her internet, and then after that we went camping again and I just got back today! So here I am back AGAIN after probably the longest wait so far.

I do hope this makes up a little for my delay, but I can't promise updates anytime soon considering it's still summer and I'm still booked with trips. I'm sorry for anyone who I've dissappointed but I am desperately going to try hard to write faster.

Ok, since I got that mess explained here's the review quota this time: 112 (that's only 3 reviews required)

So, you know the drill:

RxR: 112