Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Something I Believe In Miracle Romance Chapter 4

My Dear, Ist Kaput

Part Four of Something I Believe In Miracle Romance

There was only one week until winter vacation. Nora was ready for a break. Between the intense stares of Ellen and her cronies and her never-waning love for Mandark, she needed a serious break.

In Art, Dee-Dee and she were working on a clay diorama. They were both skillfully adept with clay.

There were flowers and grass, and trees even. Nora was working on a tiny rabbit.

Thats really cute, Dee-Dee grinned. The little clay rabbit flashed a happy smile at Nora.

Thank you, Dee-Dee, Nora smiled. Nora looked at Dee-Dees happy sun. The sun looks awesome.

Thanks, Dee-Dee answered. She rolled some more clay for one of the suns rays. Hey, Nora, guess what?

Noras stomach felt queasy for no reason.

What? Nora asked.

Theyre doing a Secret Santa thing! Wanna do it? Dee-Dee was really excited.

And even though Noras brain was telling her otherwise, Nora agreed to it.

—–

Natalie had organized the Secret Santa table in the first hallway between the third and fourth bathrooms. A little red jar sat in front of Natalie, and paper and pencils were scattered all over the table.

Come on, Nora, Natalie smiled. What have you got to lose?

Dee-Dee? Nora grinned.

Did it this morning. Dee-Dee was grinning, too.

Nora wrote her name on a slip of paper, and almost stuck it in the jar when she thought better of it.

I dont want to risk picking my own name, Nora thought aloud, so she pulled a name before putting in her own.

Nora unfolded the minute piece of paper, and almost hurled when she saw the name.

Carter Richardson, Nora thought with a heavy heart. Thisll be interesting.

Nora and Dee-Dee walked away from the booth, tittering like schoolgirls usually did. A little while later, Mandark walked up to the booth.

Come on, Natalie edged Mandark on.

Mandark wrote his name on a slip and, like Nora, picked a paper from the jar first. He put his in, and then looked at the name he had picked.

Nora Debussi, Mandark read to himself. Hmm

—–

Im going to bake cookies! Natalie yelled. Nora plugged her ears, and Dee-Dee clapped her hands in delight.

Yeah! That sounds awesome! Dee-Dee grinned.

Ah my Secret Santa is Carter Richardson, people, Nora sighed. I cant have people thinking I like him.

Ah well, Dee-Dee shrugged. Ive got Ellen Rourke. Its not like I like her either.

Ana Hikaru, Natalie added.

Oh, well, Dee-Dee smiled. Lets just have fun baking these things, and stick them in those guys lockers.

Sounds like fun. Natalie looked at Nora. Come on. Lets do this.

Nora looked around the McPhearsons sitcom-esque kitchen. It was spotless. Absolutely spotless. Nora had no idea how to make toast without making the toaster smoke so how bad would the cookies become?

All right, I guess Nora agreed cautiously.

Dee-Dee began to sing a nonsense song as she took out some cookie dough. Natalie watched Nora as she washed her hands in the steel sink.

I bet youre depressed cuz you didnt pick Mandarks name. Oh well, cant be helped.

Nora froze. What?

Mandark came to the booth a few minutes after you did Natalie noted the look of wide-eyed surprise on Noras face. Look, I dont know who he picked.

Nora turned off the faucet with a surprising amount of force.

I got the cookie dough! Dee-Dee yipped happily.

Nora beamed. Okay!

Dee-Dee opened the tub. All three girls stared inside the tub. The smell of peanut butter was overwhelming, and the girls wanted to eat the tub of dough.

We should probably start, Dee-Dee suggested.

Natalie and Nora murmured in accord, and they reached their hands into the tub and began to roll the dough into balls.

Dee-Dee plopped a tiny ball onto an oven tray. I still cant believe you like Mandark, of all people.

What do you like about him, anyway? Natalie asked as she put her dough ball on the tray.

Nora placed her ball on the tray and scooped out some more dough. Okay. Lets start at the basics. Hes smart.

Right, Dee-Dee noted, rolling some dough between her palms.

He exudes that oddly attracting gothic attitude

Natalie cocked her head. What are you talking about?

Hes into the darkness. The darkness I love the dark its strangely inviting. I mean, Ive never been a child of the light.

Dee-Dee shivered. Now youre scaring me.

All gothic and all? Natalie was intrigued. Tell me more about the darkness and stuff

Nora put another ball of dough on the tray. I dont know why hes so bleak, but Im bleak because of of my past.

But you dont wear all black, Dee-Dee pointed out.

Nora gritted her teeth. My parents. They force me to look presentable, as they say.

Your parents didnt name you anything weird, right? Dee-Dee asked cautiously. Like Robert or something?

No, Nora laughed. Whyd you say that?

Try not to laugh, Dee-Dee thought. But she laughed anyway. Natalie laughed, too. All three of them placed lumps of peanut butter cookie dough on the oven tray, and laughed for no reason.

—–

We managed not to burn the house down, Nora sighed happily.

Were you expecting a fire? Dee-Dee asked.

These cookies look delicious, guys, Natalie mused. Can I try one?

Okay, sure, Dee-Dee shrugged.

Natalie picked up one of the golden-brown cookies and bit into it. She smiled, and licked her lips.

Theyre great, Natalie cooed.

No way! Nora screamed. She hugged Dee-Dee. I actually made food that tastes GOOD!

Okay, you cant cook, Dee-Dee nodded. I get it.

Now, lets divide these up and make a few bags of them, Natalie suggested.

—–

Nora had walked away with three bags of cookies, just like Dee-Dee and Natalie. She was walking across the street, smiling happily.

I can cook, I can cook

And, of course, Natalie was paying no attention to her surroundings, so when she stood in the middle of the sidewalk, she had no idea that Mandark was also paying little to no attention to where he was going.

Mandark ran smack into Nora. Nora and Mandark, needless to say, became aware of their surroundings immediately.

Ow, Nora moaned under her breath.

Sorry, Mandark apologized. He rubbed his forehead. Mandark was pretty tall, and Nora was about his height. He had no idea why he had just realized that.

Hey, I just baked some cookies, Nora smiled. Her day was going too good to worry about her huge crush showing. Want some?

Thank you, Mandark said, when Nora handed him one of the little blue bags. Nora skipped off.

See you later, Mandark! she yelled as she skipped away.

Mandark rubbed his head. See you too, Nora

—–

Nora clutched one of the small blue bags firmly in her hand. She was still a bit confused about what she had done the day before.

I cant believe it I gave him some of them and I didnt even blush or feel like hurling or anything guess things went well

Nora knew exactly where Carters locker was. Dee-Dee, Mee-Mee, and Lee-Lee were there, like they said. Nora handed them the bag, with the tag on it, to them. Lee-Lee twiddled the combination lock, and the locker opened. Inside were a few books, a deodorant stick, and a BMX magazine. Dee-Dee stuck the cookies into his locker, and gave Nora the thumbs-up sign.

Nora skipped off to her own locker. She opened it up and found that she had left her poetry notebook in there.

It was a black book; adorned with black mesh ribbon, silver studs and hoops, and a splattering of offsetting red paint.

Nora shivered. If anyone read that book her whole life would be exposed.

Nora took her backpack and shoved the poetry notebook inside, and shut the locker.

—–

Ellen fixed Nora with a hard gaze as she walked into her classroom.

Now I know why youre such a brat, Ellen smirked.

Nora cocked her head. What are you trying to say?

Elle pushed a magazine article to Nora. Dexter took notice and tried to read over Noras shoulder. (This was futile, for Nora was as tall as Mandark.)

Nora Debussi, soon to be thirteen years of age, will inherit her parents fortune at age eighteen, says her father, famed businessman Ian Debussi. Mr. Debussis net worth is over two billion dollars, and Noras mother, Amelie Natur-Debussi, is worth over $200 million.

Ians company, the casino chain Debutante-Debussi Ltd., is one of the most successful companies in American history.

Nora didnt say anything.

No Nora thought. No one else can know

You act like a spoiled prat, Ellen shrugged. I didnt know you were a spoiled prat.

The article began to shake in Noras hands. Noras mouth was twitching at the corners.

Natalie was now near Nora too. Wow, you never told us that

Thats because I didnt want anyone to know, Nora said, in a voice barely at a whisper.

It should have been obvious, Ellen grinned malevolently. I mean, you dress like a model, act like a diva

SHUT UP!

Nora no longer had any control over herself, and she socked Ellen in the face. A sickening cracking noise ensued, but Ellens face was fine, save a little red mark.

Nora looked at her own fingers. They were covered in her own blood, and she couldnt move them.

Ah Noras eyes dilated as she dropped the article on the ground. Dexter picked it up promptly and looked over it.

Plip. A drop of Noras blood fell to the floor, breaking the uneasy silence. But still no one talked.

Nora felt an impalpable shadow fall over her entire body. The darkness was consuming her soul once again

Or so Nora thought. She had really blacked out.

—–

Plip. Plip. Plip.

Nora sprang out of the bed in the nurses office.

Im bleeding so badly, I can hear it!
Nora looked at her hand. It had been bandaged, but Nora still couldnt move her fingers.

Well, glad I socked her with my left hand, Nora thought. I can still do my schoolwork.

Nora looked around the nurses office. The plip noise was coming from the faucet, dripping steadily. Nora, once again, was reminded of sitcom-esque perfection, as she looked around the spotless infirmary.

Noras backpack was by her bed. Nora had the sudden urge to go through it. There was nothing out of the ordinary inside of it.

On Noras bedside table, there were a few notes from friends. Nora picked up one, written on pink paper adorned with flowers and happy stuff.

Dee-Dees, Nora thought with a smile.

Nice work, the note read. Ellen deserved it. I wish that it were her nose instead of your hand, but whatever.

Wow, over two billion dollars. I can see why you kept that a secret. Imagine how many gold-diggers would have been after you, kind of like Josh Richter in The Princess Diaries.

Oh, well. A lot of people hate you now, but me and Lee-Lee and Mee-Mee and Natalie still think youre the bomb.

Dee-Dee

Nora smiled as she tenderly put the note back on her bedside table, and picked up one on plain white paper, scrawled in a green pen. Nora knew this immediately to be Natalies.

I was the person cracking up when you socked Ellen. You go girl! Anyway, sorry about your hand. It was so romantic though, because when you fell over (Im assuming you fainted), Mandark caught you. I bet youre turning red as you read this, cuz thats the kind of thing youd do. Life goes on

Sort of. Two billion dollars, eh? Thats a ton. What on earth would YOU do with that? Buy yourself DSL? I cant think of anything you want that you could actually buy, besides DSL. I mean, you cant buy Mandark, can you? I dont know You cant, right?

Natalie

Nora laughed at that one. Nora assumed you couldnt buy a person.

But Mandark had broken her fall, a fall that would have definitely hurt her. Nora did blush.

Nora picked up another piece of lined paper. The neat handwriting led her to believe it was from Dexter.

Ellen Rourkes reign of torment has finally ended, thanks to you. We are all free; free from the pitiless anguish we have endured under that wicked girl! A triumph at best!

The little red mark on her nose makes her look much more revolting than before. Her face matches her heart heh

Dont worry about the money. I think everyones talking about you punching Ellen, not that youre an heiress.

Dexter

Nora saw another piece of paper. It was black, and it looked like it had been taken out of her poetry notebook

Oh man

Nora took the black piece of paper. The note, as it turned out, had not been one of her poems, but a letter written in a white pencil, so the words would show up on the dark paper.

This handwriting is vaguely familiar, but I dont know whose it is.

Dear Nora, (the note read) Sorry about your hand. It looked pretty bad. The nurse said that youd need to go to the doctor to get your hand in a cast, but she said that the hand was remarkably unbroken. (That didnt make much sense to me, either.)

When you fainted, Natalie, Dexter and I took you down to the nurse. You were really light please tell me you arent anorexic or anything.

Anyway, the teacher is pretty mad at both you and Ellen. And the storys spread through the school pretty rapidly. Bunches of popular people hate you for socking their ringleader (oh well, a few more people you dont need to speak to), but most of the school thinks youre brilliant.

Dexters a bit mad that he didnt think of it himself. So I laughed at him, and then we started arguing

I still cant believe that youre worth so much money. How could you have kept that from us? It didnt even show. You arent spoiled, or extravagant, or anything along those lines

There were a lot of eraser marks after that. Nora squinted her eyes to try and make out what had been written, but it was no use.

Hope you feel better.

Mandark

Oh my God, Nora gasped.

He knows youre alive. Hes concerned about you. He

Argued with Dexter. Well, thats no surprise.

Nora stuck the letter in her breast pocket. She felt a bit better about her hand.

The blood-soaked bandage was a bit offsetting, but Nora felt a warm sensation work its way over her body.

It was true love.

—–

My life, my dear, ist kaput

Look, its not that bad, Lee-Lee rubbed Noras back.

We dont care how rich you are, Dee-Dee noted.

Only a total brat would care about that, Mee-Mee encouraged Nora.

Ist kaput whyd my dad do that? Nora moaned.

Will you stop speaking random German? Natalie complained.

Say that again, schwein, Nora snapped.

Oh come on, Nora, Dee-Dee sighed. It cant be that bad.

I dont like casinos, Nora mumbled.

Mee-Mee blinked. Whats that paper in your pocket?

Nora froze. Its nothing, Mee-Mee.

Hey, Dee-Dee smirked. Are you lying?

Its one of my poems, Nora huffed.

Read it for us, Lee-Lee giggled.

Nora narrowed her eyes. Its a good thing that I have one of my poems memorized.

Nora unfolded the paper, making sure that no one saw the real contents, and recited from memory.

Where are you going without me?

Why cant you help me through?

Leave me for broke on the sidewalk,

Using me as a wager in your game,

I told myself tomorrow would be dismal without you,

But then I saw the person I should be with

It wasnt you, of course not, but even though Im

Being reborn in a love I swore Id never have again,

I think Ill follow the darkness still

Even though happiness may have found its way to me,

You can never be too sure of what grim things

Come out from their hiding spots during the day

So here you are, dear reader,

Glimpsing into my life,

I really dont seem like a dismal person up front, do I?

Nora put the paper back into her breast pocket.

Natalie, Dee-Dee, Lee-Lee, and Mee-Mee stared at Nora blankly.

Wow, Natalie said.

And I thought my life was over back then, Nora said under her breath.

Mandark sighed. It wasnt his letter

—–

Nora Instant Messaged Mandark one simple sentence.

Eminem4Ever&Ever: Of course I eat, idiot.

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