Quite honestly I wasn't gonna make a story out of this, but I thought I see where my imagination brings things. I still wish they bring this cartoon back.

What a long week it felt like. Most days felt long to her if she was made to actually pay attention more to her surroundings then normal. Do they really honestly wish to make her angry? Do they know that regardless how many times she still played her game slave or read books in class, that she still passed each class with flying colors? She had a high G.P.A, and yet they still forgot. I guess they enjoyed seeing her frustrations. She did get dragged into the councilors office to talk about her "Inability to connect with her peers," in which she just reminded the councilor that if she had any peers she can connect to then she would, so it is a moot point. Besides she is passing with flying colors, so who cares? The councilor tried to argue that point by talking about colleges, but after a well appointed growl from her, the idiot shut up. The thing the moron didn't realize is that with all her quiet observations and extra curricular studying is that she did do a lot of writings on the side. Stuff that was at least posted online in a publication. While others were in a private blog of hers. She was determined to go to a college out of this crazy town one day.

Quietly walking up to her locker, she opened it up to place a few books inside, and was about to take what she needed out when she was distracted by the jocks and cheerleaders laughing to the right of her on the opposite side of the hall. A few of them were paired off, while the others were talking about plans for the weekend. Gaz, didn't care for parties, but that tiny part of her wished for that companionship with someone she can relate to. She mostly had the one friend. If you can call, Zim that. Seeing how paranoid her brother gets.

"Interesting thing you wrote last night"

Smiling at the familiar voice, she looked to the other side of her still open locker door to see, Zim leaning against the locker next to hers, very casually. "Thanks." She said softly.

"Did you really mean what you wrote in your pm to me?" While he had his gloves on, as usual, he was checking his fingernails as if he can see through rubber.

"Well, sure, yeah." She replied in a somewhat abrupt unsure way. "Wait? Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what?"

"Cocky."

"What is this, cocky, you speak of?" Zim wondered moving slightly away from the locker to look at her closely.

Oh he makes her want to face palm herself as much as he makes her smile sometimes. "How you act when you feel you have the best of someone."

Thinking of her answer, he nodded his head and reverted to his earlier pose. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but was off in his own head again. This was nothing unusual for, Gaz to come across with him nor her brother. They often did spend time in their own heads. Oh man! That went along with her dad. About to curse to the heavens, she was interrupted by the new kid in school.

"Ah hi, Gaz? My name is Bret. I uh um is ah wondering..." He stammered when she fully gave him his attention. 5'9" Blonde hair with green eyes, he was cute, and kept to himself pretty much, so she was a bit surprised he decided to come up to speak to her.

One eyebrow quirked up, she urged him to go on, while she felt, Zim's eyes over her shoulder. "What are you wondering?"

"Well uh if you uh want to go to the ah movies this saturday with me?" Bret asked. "I swear to you I will be a total gentleman to you."

This had to be a new one for her to hear. A guy automatically stating something like that. Sizing him up, and knowing she can defend herself, she nodded her head. "I'll meet you at the Pladium at 8pm. Don't be late."

Obviously surprised she accepted he continued to stammer. "What you don't wish to eat before the movies?"

"There's food that is served there so we will eat there before the movie."

"Awesome! I'll see you at 8." Smiling he waved bye at her and walked away.

Oh well it could be worse, she thought, as she turned back to her locker, grabbed a couple books from it so she can close it. Of course, Zim was still leaning against the other locker with his arms folded across his chest and his head down. She was about to say something to him until she heard a very familiar voice yell out.

"ZIM GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"

To Zim's credit he didn't run off, he just walked off through the crowd of students, as Dib came running down the hallway. Sighing, Gaz casually stuck her foot out making him stumble, but being actually nice, she grabbed his arm and pulled him over to her. "Dib, you need to understand this that we are just friends. Zim hasn't put any mind control devices inside of me and I'm not a robot. He just came over to ask me one question and that was it. Something about a writing I did. That was all."

Wanting to argue with his sister, but seeing the dead panned serious look from her face, he let out a long steady breath before saying, "I understand you can take care of yourself, Gaz, but there are times I do go crazy when it comes to him."

Actually appreciating him admitting to that, but not wanting to verbalize it, she just whispered, "It is time to stop going crazy. Step back. Take in the situation. See that it isn't everything as bad as all that. Then you will win."

Dib couldn't say a word because what she said made sense. So he simply nodded before going to his original location, which was to his locker.

Later that night, Gaz was online. She published another story online, wandered around her comment field on her blog, when she notice a pm pop up. Clicking on the icon, she found it was from, Zim.

"You didn't answer my question earlier before we were interrupted." Zim wrote.

"When I wrote that I was upset so right now I have no clue what to say, Zim."

"Do you feel this will be answered with that human stink then?"

Gaz's eyebrow quirked up. "It is one date, Zim, so who knows what will happen."

"Irkens never had to worry about this stuff."

"Zim? What is your problem?"

In his base, Zim read the question over and over again. Looked around him for some kind of answer. He had no answer except maybe one. He cursed his defect. Meanwhile, Gaz just waited for his reply. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then it went to twenty. She had school tomorrow, so she decided to shut this down.

"Good night Zim. I'll see you at school tomorrow." She wrote and was about to log off when she got an immediate reply.

"You are my friend and I don't want you hurt ever. Out of this stinking civilization, you are the only one who I find tolerable. Night Gaz." Zim wrote back.

Smiling at those words, she said, "I'm glad we are friends as well." With that she logged off and went straight to bed.

Back at his base, he logged off as well, and sighed. "You should of told her the truth." His computer droned in its still bored voice.

Cursing at his computer in Irken, he simply got off his chair and went to the lab. He needed to run some experiments.