Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: DexDark Into the Rabbit Hole Oneshot Chapter 7

“Sodoes
Dexter like Mandark?” Olga asked casually.

—

Simple
questions can often lead to many complications. This one was no
different.

A
rather awkward silence ensued soon after. DeeDee fumbled for words to
say, there were so many responses that she could reply with that
whizzed through her head, colliding and jumbling together. Then there
was the question of morality and loyalty to her brother. Her little
brother, who tried so hard to keep his secret safe, who didn’t want
anyone to know, especially not the sister of his love
interest. And while DeeDee may not have been a genius like her
brother, she knew better than to do that, for sure. In her opinion,
gossip was only fun when it involved your friends or students you
didn’t know (which made up at least ninety-percent of gossip), but
bringing family members into it was generally where DeeDee drew the
line.

But,
if Olga was interested in cooperating to get their two brothers to
dateit would be well-worth it for all. A sort of win-win-win-win
situation (1).

Unless
she was actually interested in Dexter and wanted him for herself.
Then that would be bad. Because then you have a love triangleand
those were absolutely no fun.

But
while the blonde contemplated this (she really did need time to think
about this), she failed to hear the light footsteps of her mother
outside her door.

“Dinner’s
ready.” Mrs. McPhearson (2) popped her head into the room.

The
two girls got up, Olga feeling slightly regretful for asking
something so obviously personal in the first place. She doubted
DeeDee even knew if Dexter had a crush, much less who it was.

And
normal people usually don’t fall in love with or crush on their
archrivals. (Mandark didn’t count as normal, of course.)

The
two went down to dinner, and Mrs. McPhearson went to inform the boys
about the pasta that awaited them.

—

“Doubly
Special Relativity, arising from Loop Quantum Gravity, predicts a
time lag in higher light frequencies proportional to the energy of
the light times the Plank length, so it could be observed by studying
gamma rays, and therefore LQG is more testable than string theory,
which makes few predictions other than the “anthropic
principle”. (3) Dexter argued effectively, waving some papers
with formulas and diagrams at Mandark.

The
other scoffed. “Pfft. In comparison to String Theory, which
clearly-“

“Kids?”
Dexter’s mother interrupted their highly intellectual conversation.
“It’s time for dinner.” She smiled, blissfully unaware of
the heated debate which had transpired. As far as she knew, Dexter
was absolutely normal.

The
three went down to join the rest of the guests and family members for
dinner.

—

The
family and guests sat down at the dining table, steaming bowls of
freshly cooked pasta arranged neatly for them. Mrs. McPhearson and
Mr. McPhearson each sat at one end of the rectangular table, or the
“heads”. DeeDee and Olga sat next to each other on the
left, and Dexter and Mandark on the right side of the table.

Having
rarely gone to other people’s houses for dinner, it was no surprise
that Mandark was a bit confused when Dexter’s parents put their heads
down, and didn’t immediately begin eating. Luckily, he was fast
enough to connect the dots, and followed the rule When in Rome

“Dexter,
would you like to say grace?” His mother said politely, for it
was not really a question, but more of a admission of permission.

“Yes,
mother.” Dexter cleared his throat and folded his hands in his
lap in a praying manner. Mandark peeked over at him, watching as the
boy solemnly said grace. “Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for
this food we are about to receive. In the name of Jesus Christ,
Amen.”

He
never thought Dexter would ever be the religious type. But then
again, perhaps he was just following his mother’s whim.

As
everyone began eating, Dexter’s father took the opportune time to say
strange things and embarrass his son.

“SoManfred,
is it?” He asked, starting conversation.

“Mandark,
sir.”

“Ahh.
I knew someone with that name once.”

Mandark
looked at him with incredulity, not knowing what to say. Dexter
groaned with frustration in his pasta.

“No,
really! Ah, it was the year of 73”

“Dad,
can you pass the salt please.” Dexter interrupted, before his
father could launch into a long-winded spiel of his college years.

“Of
course, son. Now, what was I talking about?” The blonde smiled
innocently. “Oh, it was the year of 73…”

Dexter
glanced across the table with pleading eyes. DeeDee! Make him
stop!

She
raised an eyebrow back at him. And what will you give me?

Anything!
Please, this is so embarrassing! His eyes darted to his father,
who was still rambling on in the background, with Mandark listening
to be polite but wasn’t really interested.

DeeDee
smirked and rubbed her chin, as if thinking. Hmmm.

DeeDee!

She
smiled and winked. You. Owe. Me.

“Daddy!”
The blonde teen intervened, with an angelic smile on her face. “Why
don’t you tell us about how your day went?”

“Why,
sure! Well, I was sitting in my office when the darndest thing
happened”

As
Mr. McPhearson launched into a long and nonsensical ramble about his
day, Dexter sighed with relief.

—

(1)
That is a LOT of wins. Idea of win-win-win-win stolen from The
Office. (I love Michael!)

(2)
Apparently that’s Dexter’s last name. (I don’t know where it came
from either) He’s Irish! ^^ I so need to draw him in a T-shirt that
says Kiss me I’m Irish.

But
he has a Russian accent. Maybe he’s Russian-Irish. Sure, why not?

(3)
Uh, yeah I have no idea what this says either. But it sounds
smartsicles. Idea from The Big Bang Theory (The show), kind ofwhen
Sheldon and Leslie argue about theories. . . I’M NOT A NERD I SWEAR!

Comparing
myself to other various fanfics, I really, really rush this story. My
gosh. They’re already friends in just a few chapters with no real
conflict between the two rivals.

Deepest
apologies for this. It was originally meant to be a oneshot, so I
wasn’t really expecting to do anything more with it. Thanks for
reading.

Oh.
And I’m thinking of new story ideaswhile juggling schoolwork (I’m
definitely not getting straight A’s this year, aha). And dealing with
friendship severs and ties, with a bunch of other crap going on. So
more apologies for not updating frequently.