It was the night of the prom. Dib stood in his bathroom repeatedly, nervously fixing his hair and tie to stall for time. To be honest, he only decided to go to keep an eye on Zim in case he tried anything. He'd look ridiculous being the only one without a date, even Zim asked Zita and she said yes, so he just said yes to Gretchen on a whim. Oh god was he going to have to kiss her? Was he going to have to watch Zim kiss Zita? He remembered the time Zim practically kissed him. Well, it wasn't really a kiss. Not intentionally anyway. The thought of seeing that long, slimy tongue in someone's mouth was nauseating. He couldn't tell exactly why though. Obviously, it would look gross but there was something else too. Something he couldn't quite pin down.

He didn't have any more time to think when the doorbell rang.

"DIB! YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S HERE!" Gaz called with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. You could practically hear the quotation marks around "girlfriend".

Dib's face flushed and he hurried downstairs, grumbling.

"Hey, Gretchen…" he greeted nervously.

"H-hey Dib." she replied even more nervously. "You look…nice."

She stared endlessly at Dib leaning there in his dark blue, almost shimmering black suit and matching tie. He looked hot. But she could never tell him that.

She snapped out of it when she noticed Dib's hand out in front of her. She slowly took it and almost melted to the touch. Was this really happening?

"Shit! We're gonna be late!" Dib exclaimed, quickly glancing at his watch. Gretchen was even more giddy that Dib cared about showing up on time. Dib, however, had other intentions.