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Piece by Piece	By : Twilightfan476 Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 2458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, any of the movies mentioned or any of the characters mentioned, except for Luna and Ria. Both are my own OC's. Nor am I making any profit at all whatsoever from this story. Please review! This is my first story

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After I had finished gorging myself with whipped cream there was little reason left for Dib and I to remain in the kitchen, so we decided to head on back up to his room and watch a movie. But first, I decided that I should call Ria. Even though I had left her a note, she had probably expected me to be back by now. “Hey, Dib? Can I use your phone?” “Sure, just use my cell phone.” he replied. “Thanks,” I said, taking the phone from his hand and dialing me Ria’s home number. After about three or four rings, she finally picked up. “Hello?” she said, sounding a little nervous (we had never given our phone number to anyone but Dib). “Hey Ria, it’s me.” I said. “Oh, Luna! I was so worried about you! Where the hell are you?” “I’m at Dib’s.” “Oh. So you’re still over there.” She sounded a little... disapproving. “Listen, I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but...” Here I paused. Should I tell her that I had told Dib? I didn’t really want to, but she deserved to know. “Well... I kinda told DIb about... y’know... our secret.” Just as I had predicted, she completely freaked. “You WHAT!?! Luna, how COULD you!?! Do you realize what this could mean!?!” “Look, it’s not as bad as you think,” I said, trying to calm her down. “Dib won’t tell anyone. Right Dib?” “Of course not!” he immediately responded. “I would NEVER tell ANYONE.” “There, you see? I told you he wouldn’t. Now just calm down.” I heard her sigh, and then say, “Alright, alright. I guess I should believe you. After all, you guys have been going out for like, what, seven years?” I rolled my eyes. “Alright, so I guess I’ll see you when I get back. I don’t know when that will be, but it will probably be before the day is over,” I said, finishing our conversation. “Okay. See you later.” She replied.
After she hung up, I gave the phone back to Dib. “Alrighty then, let’s go back up to your room and watch a movie.”
When we arrived back up into his room, he pulled out his large box of DVD’s. “Alright, pick one.” he said. I started digging through the box, looking for a movie we HADN’T watched over the last seven years (we were currently in the 11th grade). Having been dating for so long, we had pretty much watched almost all of the movies. Finally, I came across one we hadn’t watched yet. It was called “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull”. “Huh, I thought we’d already watched all the Indiana Jones movies.” I remarked as I pulled it out of the box. “Well, I guess we must have forgotten this one,” he replied, “But it’s like, the best one out of the series.” “Cool,” I said. Then, we sat down on our comfy beanbag chairs (new ones, actually; the old ones had worn out after the first three or four years) to watch the movie.
About half way through the movie, the sickness from earlier began slowly creeping back into my system. Damn it, I thought, not AGAIN! Quickly, I turned to Dib and said, “Hey, can you pause it right quick? That stupid sick feeling is coming back.” Dib nodded, looking concerned. As soon as the movie was paused, I ran across the hall and into the bathroom. After relieving my poor stomach, I once again rinsed my mouth out and returned to my boyfriend’s room. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of that familiar worry that I was beginning to grow accustomed to. “Yeah, I think so.” He unpaused the movie. After the movie ended, the knowledge of my sudden sickness seemed almost more than I could handle. “Damn it Dib, what’s WRONG with me? I mean, last night I was perfectly fine, and today I’m freakin’ puking my guts out!” “Well, maybe you just ate too much whipped cream,” he suggested, “I mean, when you first took it out of the fridge, it hadn’t even been opened yet, and then about four minutes later, it was empty.” “No, that can’t be it, because I threw up even before that. There has to some other reason for-“ I stopped mid-sentence. “Wait a minute...” I said. Suddenly, it hit me like a mighty blow. “Oh my frickin God! Dib! I think I know what’s wrong!” “What?” he asked, sounding anxious. “It’s so fucking obvious! I can’t believe I didn’t know this would happen!” “What, what!?!” he demanded, this time sounding desperate. “You and me... last night... oh my God...” “Goddamn it, what the hell is it!?!” he cried. “Dib, don’t you see? You fucked me last night, right?” “Yeah, so?” “SO, this morning, I’ve been throwing up and having random cravings, right?” “Yeah, but I don’t really see what that has to do with-“ Suddenly he caught my drift. “But- how?- I mean- you- me- huh?” he stuttered, obviously very flabbergasted. “But... you mean... you’re PREGNANT!?!” he finally managed to finish. I sighed. “Yes Dib, I am apparently pregnant. God, Ria’s NEVER gonna let me forget this one...” “So... Now what? I mean, if you’re really...pregnant,” Dib said, “How am I gonna support you? I mean, I’m not just gonna let you raise our baby by yourself, and my current job at Burger King isn’t gonna provide much.” I sighed again. “I’m sure Ria will help me. Besides, I doubt you’d wanna take care of a half-breed child.” “And why is that?” he said, suddenly sounding almost... angry. “If you’re pregnant, than it’s because I fucked you when you weren’t even ready! God, I feel like one of those guys that do nothing but try to fuck every damn chick they see by the age of seventeen.” His last few words struck me as if by lightning. “Who said I wasn’t READY!?! Dib, if I wasn’t ready, would I have just laid there not trying to stop you or anything? I don’t think so And besides, you may be only seventeen, but I’m 134 freakin years old. I’ve BEEN ready.” For a moment, we were both silent, thinking about each other’s words and the impact they had had on us. Finally, the silence became unbearable, so I decided to break it. “Look, if you want to help me raise it, than it’s not my place to try and stop you. But if you don’t want to, than I understand.” I waited for his response. I tried not to show my anxiousness, but it probably showed in my eyes. I never had been very good at trying not to let my eyes reveal my true emotions. When he finally did speak, his voice was soft and gentle. “Luna... Of course I’ll help you. I’m not going to be like my dad. Besides, I don’t want my baby growing up without knowing who it’s father is And I could never ever leave you.” I was silent for another moment or two, allowing everything to sink in. Dib, the one I loved more than anyone else, had screwed me last night and now I was pregnant. Dib had said that he would never leave me and that he would help me take care of our baby, even though it was a half-breed. “Dib... Why would you want to waste your time taking care of... a half-breed child?” I shuddered as I remembered what happened on Irk if you gave birth to a half-breed. “On my home planet, whenever a half-breed is born, they kill it immediately.” Dib’s eyes widened in horror. “But...Why!?! I mean, what’s wrong with a half-breed?” I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. “Well, my race is a very...proud one. They look down upon any child that is not purely Irken.” “So, what, ‘Irken’ is like, your race or something?” Dib interrupted. “Yeah.” I responded. “Anyway, if an Irken female gives birth to a smeet that’s not half-breed, then-“ ”Hang on, what the hell’s a ‘smeet’?” he interrupted again. “A smeet is the term for a baby Irken. Anyway, so if an Irken mother gives birth to a non-“pure” child, then they kill it. They see it as a disgrace to the Irken Empire. Sometimes they even go so far as to kill the mother too.” Then I added in a dark mutter, “Take it from someone who’s seen it about seven or eight freakin times.” Dib seemed rather disturbed by this knowledge, so I decided to change the subject. ““Listen... can we just not talk about this anymore?” I asked. Dib sighed. “Alright.”
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