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Dee Dee~ [heart eyes motherfucka]

(( Well, Dexter did come onto her a little… ))

((That's good enough.))

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(( only if I can die on it with you. ))

(( that AU. Kill me feels my dont you.))

(( maybe because she’s hot? Whoops did I say that out loud?))

22. Quickie Kiss

Mandark had been talking about the Spelling Bee Summer Tournament all June long.

The tournament was to be hosted in Seattle, the City of Book Worms, and it was the first time Mandark had been invited to compete in it.

He was nervous, although he had memorized every word in the Encyclopedia Britannica from volume 1 to 4.

Dee Dee was there supporting him, the way she would support Lee Lee at her choir recitals, or LalaVava whenever she would need to practice after Ballet Class. Anything that would keep his mind off negative thoughts and self harming was good enough, even if it meant studying boring words with him. Besides, she knew he would gladly keep her company while watching some silly chick flick when she would get into some fight with her friends; this was the least she could do for Mandark.

   ❝ You can do this, Cool Duck. You've got this, ❞ she kept repeating.

   ❝ Definitely. Yet I cannot help my body from triggering my alert system. All I've got to do is channel this adrenaline to my advantage, then I will rule the competition. ❞

She actually liked to hear him talk so positively. He was nervous, yes, but he wasn't feeling hopeless, and he was ready to eat the world at the tournament.

* Beep Beep! *

Ocean Bird was outside in the Volkswagen, ready to drive Mandark to the bus station.

Dee Dee closed the Encyclopedia and helped Mandark with the suitcase.

She helped him putting it inside the car and pat him on the back.

   ❝ Go get 'em, Mandark. ❞

   ❝ You know I will, Dee Dee. ❞

Mandark grabbed his laptop and walked his way into the car.

There he was. Ready to rule a competition miles away from town.

She then realized she would not get to see him in a week. She would certainly miss him; in fact, she was already missing him.

   ❝ Mandark, wait! ❞ she called before he got into the wagon.

She skipped to where he was, stood on her tippy toes, and pressed a quick peck on his lips.

34:

why hello there Dexter i mean what

holyshit you are right 

*growling*

* Death glare *