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Saturday night came and quite truthfully she had a good time. They had burger and fries, got sidetracked at the arcade, ended up seeing their movie late, which wasn't a big deal since the movie sucked, and when it came time to go home, she accepted a ride home, then was surprised he walked her to the front door. It turned out he was not only a bit of a nerd, but he was mildly cool as well. True to his word, he was a gentleman to her as he told her how much fun he had, and was glad he had the guts to finally ask her out. Gaz gave him a small smile as she told him softly that she had fun too. Saying their good nights, she went into the house to find, Dib passed out in front of the television. Seeing that he was obviously watching the marathon of Mysterious Mysteries he was going on about, she instantly dismissed the idea of him waiting up for her, as she thoughtfully went to grab a throw blanket to place on him, turned off the t.v, and walked upstairs after grabbing some water to bring up.

Once she was upstairs, she placed the water next to her bed, took her clothes off, slipped on her robe, and wandered into the bathroom to clean up and brush her teeth. She wasn't gonna think too much about the date because quite frankly, it was one date! She wasn't like all the other girls in her high school hanging onto those "School girl" thoughts over a guy. After her routine, she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help it. It wasn't vanity, it was this process she has done since her mother has been gone. Just stare into her eyes for a long time, and she found that the image of herself started to take on a life of its own. Often times she looked deconstructed. Some times, like now, she saw her mother. Mouth downturned, she turned and went back to her room to put her pajama's on.

Not even tired yet, she picked up her computer, and logged into her email to find an assignment from the editor of the local paper regarding a teenager's thoughts on modern art. She kinda sneered at that assignment, but it was a little money, and it looked good on a college resume so she replied she will get on it as soon as possible. Then logging into her blog she had to laugh at some people's inane comments. Luckily no one in school knew about this blog, except for her brother and Zim. She wasn't gonna write about the date just yet. She will let a little time go by until she does. She wasn't gonna dwell, she just wasn't gonna chance him possibly running into this blog. He is still a stranger to her.

Leaning back into her pillows, she propped the computer on her lap, as she stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully thinking, but didn't get long when she heard a chime on her computer. Looking down she saw it was an instant message from Zim.

"The mating ritual was a success or was it another failure?" Came his question.

Mating ritual! She thought. "WTH? Mating Ritual?! It was a plain and simple date."

"No connecting your faces together?"

Should she lie to him? No, that wouldn't be right. "I don't see what business it is of yours, Zim, but no."

Zim was obviously distracted or his A.D.H.D kicked again since he didn't reply for 10 minutes. Gaz, wasn't tired at the moment so she just wandered around the web searching out modern art, and noticed an exhibit was being held this weekend regarding it. Her boss probably thought up the idea when he saw this. Knowing where it was and how much to get in, she jotted the information down. Looking at Zim's non-reply to her, she decided to let him know something.

"It's called kissing." She wrote.

"What is?"

Thoughtfully face palming herself, she simply took in a deep breath as she replied to him. "Connecting your faces together. You meant kissing."

"Oh yeah that. Sorry, I see the morons at school doing it all day long that I think they are doing that to share a brain. Not you of course, but..."

He went into silent mode again for a few seconds before she decided to ask him, "Want to go to a museum with me tomorrow?"

"A date?"

"No. My boss wants a teenagers thoughts on modern art. So it is good for work and for us to hang out. You in?"

"Yes."

"Cool. I'll pick you up at 11 am."

"See you in the morning then. Night."

"Night." Closing off her messenger and her computer, she placed the computer on the floor, slipped under the sheets to await sleep.

In his base, Zim smiled as he went back to fiddling with his device. What Gaz didn't know was that he spied on her a little as she was out. He will make sure this "Bret-smelly" was nothing more then one of those guys she hated the most. Snickering in silence at first, his laughs soon escalated into something akin to a madman's laughter.