He was running. Running away from the horror. He couldn't remember why he was running, but he knew he had to keep running. This was worse than Zim taking over the world, over the whole damn universe even. He couldn't recognize where he was, but he thought he did see a creepy little chihuahua a little while was running still when a glooming figure up ahead stopped him in his tracks.
"And where do you think you're going, Dib-stink?" Zim asked in a menacing tone. Next to Zim, one of the most beautiful girls Dib has ever seen walked up to Zim. It took a moment to realize that this beautiful girl was Gaz.
"What's wrong, Dib? Don't you like the fact that I'm not with Tyler Klein?" That was when Dib remembered why he was running in the first place. He screamed back,
"No! You're with someone who's WORSE than Tyler Klein! Don't you get it, Gaz?" That was when Zim pulled out a laser gun from his jacket and growled, "Save it, Dib-stink." Dib stood, horrified, as Zim continued. "Your father is too busy working. Your planet and people don't care whether they're conquered by an alien race or not. And your sister," Zim looked over hungrily at Gaz before turning back to Dib and finishing, "Well, your beautiful sister was smart enough to know when love knocks on her door..." At first, Dib was shocked. Then, as Zim and Gaz started to get closer together, he realized what was going to happen. Just as Zim and Gaz were about to kiss, Dib screamed so loud that...
His alarms ringer rivaled his screaming. Dib put a hand to his head and said to himself, "Wow, what a horrible nightmare! Yet, my nightmares do have a tend to have a bit of truth in them...so...oh it better not be what I think it is!" Not even thinking to shut off his alarm, Dib rushed downstairs where he found Gaz wearing Hi Skool colors and listening to her iPod while eating toast. Dib walked over to her, yanked the earpieces out of her ears, and said, "We need to talk." Recovering from the surprise of having her earpieces pulled out, Gaz sighed and said, annoyed, "Okay, what's up?"
"Who exactly are you going to homecoming with?" The older brother asked suspiciously. Gaz sighed. Ever since she told Dib she was going to homecoming, Dib has been bothering her with that exact same question. Yet again, she answered, "I told you, Dib. I'm going with friends."
"Be specific."
"I am specific. What's wrong with going with friends?"
"Nothing, except for the fact that you don't have any friends."
"Yes, I do Dib! You may not realize but I actually do have a social life with the student body now."
"Prove it." Sighing in aggravation, Gaz pulled out her cellphone and handed it to her brother. She ordered him to look through the contact list. He did. He saw about tens of thousands of people, some relatives, but most were friends she made in Hi Skool who Dib originally thought weren't worth the effort to be friends with. "There, you see?" Gaz asked when he handed her cell phone back to her. Then, she took her bag and said to him, "Now come on, we're going to be late for school." Dib packed his own bag and followed, but there was still a very uncertain feeling in his gut that Gaz wasn't telling the whole truth.
"GAZZY-DAZZLY!" cried a horrendous voice from upstairs. Dib, knowing this was the right time to beat it before she saw him, dashed out the front door. Gaz sighed, annoyed, and called to the upstairs, "YES, MRS. MEMBRANE?"
"COME UPSTAIRS SWEETY, I FOUND SOMETHING FOR YOU TO WEAR TO HOMECOMING!" Now Gaz was scared of her step-mother and the choices she made before, but this absolutely drew the line. Without saying a word, Gaz ran out of the house and didn't look back.