Unspoken

Characters (c) Gennedy Tartakovsky and Cartoon Network

Story (c) Me (Imaginativegoody2shoes)

A/N: Rating for this stroy has been changed to T for teen due to suggestive themes and language.


"You don't call much anymore or come onto our group chats...why is that?"

The raven-haired teen's hand hovered midway over the screen of his pad, the phone being held by his shoulder pressing the receiver to his ear. The sounds he could hear was the soft music from his tablet in mix with the soft crickets piercing the crystal clear summer night breeze. No moon was out, so the room was shrouded in complete darkness. Humidity, causing his clothes to stick to his skin due to the inevitable sweltering weather, but his fuzzy mind was much too distracted to pay much heed and also he didn't feel like taking his shirt off like he did most days. Due however to the bright light of his tablet, a mellow of indigo blue filled the dark void allowing enough sight for him to see even without his glasses. "Mandark?" he winced at his friend's voice in his ear. He quickly shut his tablet off. "I'm still here," he muttered voice thick with exhaustion and forced a genuine smile. However, he only felt his cheek twitch in response. Dee Dee was heard giggling. That bubbly sound that emitted past her lips could just send him to heaven and back. "I was scared you hung up."

Mandark didn't reply to this. He laid his tablet to the opposite end of his mattress and lowered himself onto the bed, head slamming into his pillow. He heard his pet duck squeak near his ear startled. Ducky waddled over and snuggled herself into the crook of his neck the light of her yellow feathers brushing his skin. This gave him little comfort when she did and his smile became much softer and less forced.

"So, how come you don't call me anymore or come onto our group chats?" Dee Dee asked once more. Mandark felt his breath caught. When was the last time he did call her? Since they were twelve they always stood up all night talking to each other, sometimes him staying up longer until she fell asleep first, phone still in hand. Sometimes the conversations were meaningless, and other times they were meaningful, but every word-every syllable-meant the world to him. She told him everything there ever was and vice versa with him. Hell, she even shared her dating stories with him, which most of them made him laugh until he was crying. It eased the sting of jealousy that crippled his heart knowing somebody else dated his crush.

And as sinister as it sounded, Mandark was glad those dates ended in persevere. He could not help but snicker knowing none of those guys were perfect for Dee Dee and, not to even mention, Dee Dee was willing to go to his shoulder to cry her trail of heartbreaks.

But those days seemed to have end towards their senior year. They tried everything they could to stay in contact. Dee Dee even made them both a chat room in one of her social media she introduced Mandark to (Mandark hardly ever used his social media) and took the initiative to make him an account and she so happened to name him "Monarch of Darkness'. He couldn't stop laughing for days when he saw she used his childhood name. It proved sufficient in the long run. He could text her easily then and more so often even in during class.

But only until the end of their senior year.

After their graduation, Mandark had begun to pull away. What for? He honestly could not answer himself, but he was surprised that Dee Dee noticed.

Dee Dee had always been part of the popular crowd. She was the head captain of the cheerleader's team back in high school and their elementary school in her seventh-grade year. That was how their friendship grew. He was in photography club at that time-for high school credit-when he was suddenly chosen to take pictures of the cheerleader squad and it just so happened to be her, her two friends, Mee Mee and Lee Lee, Merriweather, and several others. Dee Dee, of course, helped him out to take the photos (as it turned out, she was much better at taking photos than him while he was excellent at editing them) as well as process them all. In during their walk home, they both got to know each other better. It was small talk really.

...Well, Dee Dee did most of the talking. She blabbered about some boy band, a crush of her's that was just so 'dreamy' while Mandark sat there, red-faced and stuttering like a buffoonery love-struck fool. Dee Dee was the only girl that could make him melt into a puddle. Only her.

That was the day she considered him as her friend and later through the years transitioned to her best friend.

Dee Dee had many friends, that much was true, but for some reason, she chose him to grow closest to. She chose him to blather out her worries and anxieties. She chose him to be her best friend. Didn't he already mention that before? He was surprised especially when both Mee Mee and Lee Lee mentioned this, often making fun of them both about it. Never once did Dee Dee deny it, though. He had somehow gotten close to them much to his dismay as well but grew more intimate with Dee Dee.

He didn't know what changed between them other than that he still loved her.

Even the words itself made him wince. Being so close to her had only hurt more than a knife itself. It was like he was taking a stab to the chest when he stood next to her.

He had always had a crush on her, it was always obvious. He even expressed this to the entire world when he was eleven. Mandark almost laughed at the memory. He certainly was a little creep, that much he had to admit, but by the time he turned twelve, he was somehow concealed this from her. Whether she noticed or not, he was never sure, but she never mentioned it either. Somewhere deep inside him, he hoped that she would, but her silence on the subject only confirmed his answers. After a while, he had almost forgotten his feelings for her by their freshman year. By then, they were the typical inseparable friends. The same tradition went for their sophomore and junior year. There was never once a day when they stopped talking. Even with petty arguments.

It was everything Mandark ever dreamed of! He even had to pinch himself a couple of time to make sure he wasn't just dreaming their friendship.

But by the time their senior year came, Mandark felt himself not being able to smile around her anymore. It wasn't because their friendship was growing stale, no. It was still as new as ever, but something was missing. A certain void that could never be filled.

While he loved their new profound friendship, he couldn't help but wish for more. He still longed to have his golden-haired angel to himself. It just wasn't enough to only have her as his friend.

But he could never tell her this. He never dreamed there would come a day when he was afraid their current relationship would be ruined if he told her this. All sorts of scenarios flooded his mind: What if she hated him? What if she stopped talking to him? What if it went back to when they were little and all he ever was a perverted stalker that just admired her from afar?

Mandark chewed on the inside of his cheek. He couldn't bring himself to do such a feat. He would only hurt her more than himself.

He found himself regretting their friendship. At least, if he had never allowed the blonde to become close to him emotionally, it would just like back then. When he was just a mere love-stricken eleven-year-old. It would have taken away the pain and discomfort.

"Helloooo? Earth to Mandark? Are you still there?" A feminine voice tore through his thoughts. Mandark shook himself back. "Er, s-sorry, Dee," he mumbled. Dee Dee giggled. "You still haven't answered my question," she sighed. Mandark smiled wearily. "What was it again?"

Dee Dee had only laughed in response. "Jeez you're more spacey than I am," she said. Mandark chuckled lightly. "Sorry," he apologized. Dee Dee waved it off. "Ah, it's fine. I always do it to you anyway. So...how come you don't call me or come onto our group chats? I...I've been missing you lately..."

Her tone was unreadable. Almost inaudible as she mumbled the last part. Despite himself, Mandark felt his face light up and his chest tighten having heard her words. Did she really say she missed him? Well, it's not like she has not ever told him those words but this...this was different. He took in a deep breath and felt his duck shift closer against him. "I've been packing." It wasn't a complete lie. Yet another excuse, but not a lie. No matter what, though, he still felt guilt. A week or so ago, Mandark had gotten a letter in the mail. It was his sister who grabbed the envelope and rushed inside the house. Her violet eyes were uncharacteristically wide, a large grin plastered on her face as she declared, "you are outta here, you sonuvabitch!" It was an acceptance letter to a university of mathematics and science in California. Mandark never told Dee Dee about the news seeing as it was no big deal.

Though, that was just an excuse to avoid her more. A pang of guilt stabbed at his chest. He knew he couldn't lie to her much longer. She would notice if he disappeared on her without a word. Not only that, that was just cruel. He was evil, but not cruel to the point of breaking one's heart.

Believe it or not, Mandark was more a lover rather than a fighter.

...Or perhaps that's just another excuse to mask his cowardice.

Dee Dee went still. "Packing?" she echoed. Her tone was still unreadable, but Mandark heard the confusion in her words. Mandark sat up in his bed. He was careful to set Ducky back onto his pillow. "Yeah." He lifted himself off his bed and walked over to his desk where he picked up the envelope. His full name and home address and city posted the white paper along with a stamp on the corner. He began opening it and pulled out a slip of paper. The title read 'Standford University'. He coughed, throat dry when he spoke, "It's in California." A beat. "I got accepted to a university."

Dee Dee grew eerily quiet. "California?" she breathed into the receiver. She almost sounded out of breath.

"In California," he repeated confirming her query. Dee Dee was silent. Mandark continued, "I got the acceptance letter a week ago. I'm leaving in three days." He waited several minutes for his friend's reply. His hand cramped as his grip tightened on the phone. "Dee?" he finally quipped. Dee Dee's voice shook, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Mandark grimaced at the hurt in her words. "I didn't know how to," he answered as truthfully as he could. He blubbered, "I'm really sorry-!"

"It's fine."

Mandark closed his mouth. What had he done?

"Hey, uh...Mandark I really"-a trembling inhale-"...I need to go. I'll talk to you later."

Panic gripped at him. "Dee Dee I-" Yep. He should have told her instead of being a damn coward.

"Mandark...it's fine okay. Really. I'm happy for you." He could imagine her sad smile. God, it hurt. "I'll talk to you later...if you want, I can drop you off so we can say goodbye?"

Mandark had stopped breathing. It was almost as if time had ceased to exist. He could only watch the depth shadows of his feet on the red carpet, eyes wide and unblinking. I should have just told her how I felt… "Yeah. Okay."

Dee Dee hummed. "Bye, Mandark."

A click was heard.

Mandark only kept the phone glued to his ear, body unmoving. He felt rigid from head to toe. An ice sharp stab of anxiety periced his chest causing him to gasp out from the pain. His legs felt weak almost like jello. He forced himself to his bed falling backward on the mattress. He shut his eyes tightly, mentally cursing himself for being the biggest moron that was ever born. His arms leaned back, phone still gripped in his clutches. Idiot, idiot, idiot! He cursed body only growing weaker. If only he could melt into a puddle right now and disappear. No one would notice anyway if he did. Well, except his sister, but she would be quite indifferent in the situation, jokes aside.

"...I love you," he voiced his thoughts which only made him laugh bitterly at the crude joke.

o-OO-o

Dee Dee only stared at her phone, eyes wide and unblinking. The knuckles in her hands turned a deathly white gripping tightly at her cell as if her life depended on singular mobile itself. Her legs were up to her chest, lips pressed against her knees and she wrapped herself in her oversized pink sweater. Her chest ached and her body jumped, his words still roaming around the walls of her mind.

I'm leaving in three days.

Only three days? That wasn't enough time for her! Why didn't he tell her sooner? She knew they were drifting apart, but she would have liked to think he would tell her something as important as this!

Why didn't he tell her? Did she do something wrong to him? She tried to think back. Everything had seemed so fine. Everything was normal, almost as normal as it could get. He never seemed upset. They always laughed together. They always...

Dee Dee leaned her back against the wall in her bean bag chair in exhaustion, eyes dragging. Her head tilted back as she threw back her arms, phone still in her hands. She had never felt more alone than now. Everyone else had seemed to already know what they were doing in their lives, Mandark included. He got accepted into a university and in California!

"That's so far…" Dee Dee heard herself mutter to no one. She dropped her arms into her lap and lowered her legs. She was slowly losing everyone. First, it was Mee Mee and Lee Lee.

And now, before her very eyes, it was Mandark. One of the many people that she relied on. It was only a matter of time too before she lost either Dexter or Lalavava in the game. Dee Dee sighed sadly. She wished she could go back into the past. She wished she could go back before everyone left her. She knew it was selfish of her to think in such a way, but she couldn't help it. Everything was changing too fast her, she couldn't even comprehend any of it. A sudden squeak peeked from her lips making her heart leap. She felt her whole world changing. Her friends were changing. Her life was changing in one pace.

The only one who was not was Dee Dee herself. This sent a pang of anxiety through her.

Her vision blurred as warm tears formed into the corners of her eyes. She dropped her phone onto her pink carpet and pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes closing them tightly to keep the clear crystals from slipping past her eyelashes. Her throat constricted as she opened her mouth and tried to force back a sob only choke out. That dumb moron! He promised her he wouldn't leave her. Not for anything! They even made a pact when they were smaller. For god's sake they pinkie swore!

Dee Dee swallowed back her tears. She groaned in her throat and slid her hands down to cover her mouth large fat tears still running loose. She was being stupid as usual. It wasn't Mandark's fault. He deserves the opportunity. If it was her, she knew Mandark would congratulate her. Even give her something extravagant for her. She was selfish. Greedy. Needy. Possessive. And it was wrong. With a huff, the seventeen-year-old stood up from her seat and sauntered to her bed. She plopped herself onto the canvas curling into a ball and gripping her pillow to her tight chest.

And what's worse, she had to go and fall for him.

Dee Dee scoffed tasting a bitter taste in her mouth and stuffed her face into her pillow. Of all things to do she chose to fall in love (if that was the right word choice in the matter. She was still uneasy about the situation) and at the worst possible time there was and with the one nerd she always rejected. She truly was stupid like her brother said. She was a complete idiot.

She didn't know when she started to have feelings for the boy, or why she was so suddenly. He was always still that creepy eleven year old. He was still the nerd that roamed the halls, hearts practically flying behind him. She never expected to get so close to him, and if she did, she certainly did not expect to...well, like him-like him! Dee Dee pulled her head away. She had never felt more depressed in her entire life. Hot, fresh tears trailed down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them off, trying to stop them as she shut her eyes tightly. Only more had seeped from her eyelashes. She quickly tried to wipe them away with her sleeves.

She couldn't just cut their special bond they grew together. She still recalled that day when he was taking pictures of the cheerleaders. He was still a scrawny little nerd even at the age of twelve. Frozen by her sight, cheeks flared and hands fumbling with the camera in his hands as his entire demeanor shook. He considered himself lucky that Dee Dee was there to help him (which probably made the situation more embarrassing as she guessed). That day was when their friendship blossomed.

She also knew about his crush on her. She aways wondered why as the years went on did he never say anything? Sure, throughout various holidays he gave her small gifts like cards, a stuffed animal or two, but it was only a friendly gesture. She almost felt forgotten Did he outgrow his silly crush on her? Did he give up? Was he wanting to cut her out of her life like some broken string?

Maybe all of those reasons?

Dee Dee shook her head.

Or maybe he was just growing up, she decided. That's it. Maybe he was maturing, rady to move on his life while she only remained in her bedroom in her former shell. Dee Dee sighed. What became to all of this? What was the cause of it? Who was the cause of it?

If you want I can drop you off and we can say goodbye?

A knot formed in the pit of her stomach and her blue eyes widened. Was that even a good idea? She would break if she saw him and she knew she would. He had been her best friend for over five years now, how could she not? Dee Dee lifted herself up, arms trembling as she pushed herself up, and went over to her window. She then pulled the curtains behind, taking a peek at her friend's house. Another trembling sigh managed from her parted lips and she brushed loose strands of her blonde hair behind her ear. She knew she could not back down from her word. It was bad enough he was leaving in three days, she did not want to stray any fresh wounds on their current relationship.

The young blonde closed the curtains once more and headed back to her bed where she finally let herself sob until she fell asleep.

o-OO-o

"Susan, sweetie, are you all packed?" Oceanbird asked from upstairs. As usual, the woman's voice was soft, almost an inaudible whisper like chimes, but she was loud enough for hre son to have heard her prescence. Mandark sighed as he sunk in his seat on the couch at his name. "It's Mandark, Oceanbird!" he barked back, "and yes I am."

The sound of bare feet ghosted the stairs and Mandark turned up his head to see his mother. Her berry hair was pulled into a side ponytail that morning, curls gracing the small of her shoulders along with her familair blue flower dress that reached her thighs. She was small, much like her youngest daughter's height who was only merely four foot and nine inches tall. She blinked smiling at the man, long eyelashes batting. "Is she coming?" she asked. Mandark tore his gaze away. After both his and Dee Dee conversation three days before, they had not talked to one another. He took the initiative to text her first and even called her, but she never responded back much to his diappointment. Only one though occured in his head as the realization dawned upon him: he had fucked up big time. Mandark shook his head. He knew he should have just kept his mouth shut and go to the university without telling her, but he was afraid this would hurt her more. "I don't think so," he breathed through his nose. Oceanbird gave her son a sad smile and approached him. She sat down next to him, brushing at her blue dress. "I'm sorry, love," she muttered. She reached over and patted his hand. "All bonds have to wither like a flower before it can Blossom once more into something more beautiful."

Mandark cracked open an eye at the berry haired woman. "I literally have no idea what you just said," he laughed as did his mother. "Just give it time," Oceanbird muttered, "she'll come back. You will see."

Mandark's smile dropped. "If you sure," he grumbled. He highly doubted their friendship could be rekindled. No matter how small the situation was, it still felt as if it had left a dent in him. He heard his mother humming softly and he looked up to her already standing. "She will, Susan," she sighed, "That's a good thing about friends. You can always come back...that is if the other is willing to."

Mandark grinned tightly. "Thanks, Oceanbird. And again, it's Mandark." Oceanbird nodded. "Right," she giggled. She offered her son again hand. "Come on, I'll drop you off. I want to tell my love child his last goodbyes before he leaves."

Mandark warily observed his mother's outstretched hand. With a small gulp, he reached up and grabbed the woman's hand and allowed himself to be pulled up by her.

Oceanbird sent him a warm grin before asking, "Oh! Did you tell your sister goodbye?"

"Yeah, but I don't know if she heard me. She was still asleep when I went in there." Mandark answered. He bent down to pick up his back and slugged it over his shoulder. Oceanbird nodded and slipped on her sandals and reached for her van's keys on the nightstand next to the door. "Well, I'm sure she heard you. Anyway, let's get going."

Mandark gave a simple nod and followed his mother out. He stepped down the porch and turned slightly to his mother to find that she did not lock the door to their house. Mandark sighed. His parents never locked the door. He was surprised they had yet to get robbed after all these years. With a shake of his head, the raven-haired teen trudged through the tall grass and to the van. Seriously. Someone has got to mow the lawn. "Did you already put everything in here?" He heard his mother question him as he opened the door. He tried not to curse at the fact. "Yeah, I did," he brashly answered. His mother was not perturbed by his tone. "Alrighty, let's get a move on then if-"

"Wait!"

Their heads whipped towards the cry, Mandark cocking one eyebrow and his mother watching with a start.

A flash of blonde was seen tripping several times balancing themselves with flailing arms and heavy pants when they stopped in front of the two Astronomonovs and leaned forward. The girl placed her hands on her knees, back rising up and down as she breathed heavily. "Dee Dee?" Mandark's voice cracked and he quickly ran over to the girl's aid. Mandark froze as Dee Dee lifted her chin towards the boy with owlish eyes. Mandark frowned softly at the sight. "Are you okay?" He asked. His mother was heard trudging behind them.

Dee Dee was practically the crown of exhaustion at that moment. Her blonde hair was a disheveled mess, obvious that she did not have the time to brush her hair. An oversized loose sweater hung around her figure, her light purple strapped pajama shirt revealed on her one bare shoulder, a matching pair of pants and winter boots-which was ironic considering it was the middle of August- to complete the look. Her cheeks were flushed, a harsh rouge spread across her pale skin. Dark circles colored her eyes announcing the horrible amount of sleep she got either three days ago or a night ago. At the very least, she had the decency to put on lip gloss. Mandark tried to ignore the fact as he observed her worringly.

"I-I'm sorry," the blonde apologized hastily. "I overslept and had to get changed and I didn't have time and-"

"I-its okay," Mandark rose up his hand to stop her. "At least you took the effort to come."

Dee Dee only nodded softly and brushed a tangle of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah," her voice was soft, softer than usual. It was more of a miserable mumble. Mandark remained silent for a long time, racking his brain to say something-anything to the girl. He internally sighed.

He had nothing.

"Uh, would you like a ride with us? So you can help him with his bags and tell him goodbye?" Oceanbird asked stepping up to the two teens. At that point, Mandark did not know whether to loathe his mother even more, or thank god that she saved him from the tension that fueled the atmosphere. Dee Dee seemed blank at the question. Her eyes were round, the white area surrounding the iris shining under the light of the dawn's light. "Uhm...I was going to-to drive him to the airport myself," Dee Dee admitted. She then jolt with a start and turned to Mandark. "I-if that's okay with you…" She pulled at her hair. Mandark took a few seconds to reply when he smiled warmly at her. Maybe this was a sign that he didn't exactly ruin their friendship. "You did promise," he shrugged, chuckling. He noted Dee Dee's already torched cheeks turning an even brighter red. Dee Dee smiled shrewdly. "Okay." She spun on her heels and walked back to her own house. Mandark snorted silently at her. "Hey," he called out. Dee Dee stopped.

Mandark laughed. "Aren't you going to help me with the bags?' He gestured to the van.

Dee Dee's eyes went from his to Mandark's mother, and the family's minivan and went back to his. She only grinned wickedly at him, something she had not done for three days, and said, "it's your stuff. I wouldn't want to touch it...especially when I accidentally grabbed your underwear that one day."

Dee Dee giggled at his slack-jawed expression. His face and ears and arms were as red as a tomato itself.

And it grew worse when his mother giggled at the news too."That's why I told you not to you not to touch my stuff!" Mandark scolded earning more laughter.

o-OO-o

A shriek penetrated the peaceful air as a small green car flew forward to an abrupt stop. Other squeals, this time from two teens, pticked the noise, the raven-haired teen pulling forward and smashing his hand over the hoverboard. Dee Dee cried out when she saw her friend swing forward. Her hands shot up in defense. "I-I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, "I-I didn't mean to-!"

"It's fine," groaned Mandark rubbing his forehead which was now painted with a large red mark. Dee Dee remained utterly still, breath still and eyes wide. Mandark continued rubbing his forehead before trying to cover his new bruise with his bangs using the mirror in the car (though they barely touched his eyes). With a sigh, he began to clamber out. Dee Dee followed his pursuit and hastily unbuckled her belt, shoved the door open and leaped out before slamming the door. She neared him, almost breathless. Mandark eyed her, a curious eyebrow raised as he opened the back trunk and gathered his belongings. The two companions were quiet before Mandak decided to speak up, "I'm sorry about, uh…" Mandark cleared his throat awkwardly, "three nights ago," he finished. Dee Dee leaned in and reached for another one of his bags. "What for?" She mumbled and Mandark heard the bitter note in her tone. "How I didn't tell you I got accepted into university in the first place."

Dee Dee grinned tightly. "I said it was fine," she replied. Mandark shook his head. "No, it wasn't," he argued. "I mean, if it were you, would you tell me?"

Dee Dee seemed to pause, pondering her friend's query. "M-maybe," she murmured. She silently pulled out a suitcase of his before closing the trunk and turning to him. "But also you seemed under a lot of stress so it made sense that..." her voice faltered here as she turned her gaze away. Dee Dee shook her head. "Nevermind. Let's just get you ready," she grinned at him.

Mandark could only nod. Maybe letting it go was for the best. "Alright." Grabbing for the last bag, they headed to the airport, silence still brooding between them. After getting his bags checked and more, they finally made their way over to the gate where they sat in the chair, facing away from each other.

Mandark growled under his breath. Why was this so awkward for them? He was just leaving for college. It's not like he was moving, he was going to come back. So why? Mandark took a quick glance to find Dee Dee watching him carefully. Mandark turned his eyes away and scratched at his ear. Dee Dee continued to stare at him before turning her own gaze. "I'm sorry," she suddenly muttered.

Mandark bristled. "F-for what?"

"I'm just making things weird."

Mandark jumped and waved his hands. "N-no you're not!" he protested, "it's actually me who is making things...weird."

"...Yeah, you kind of are."

They met each other's gaze with a small grin. Mandark chuckled. "Thanks," he rolled his eyes. Dee Dee giggled until her smile dropped. "How often will you visit?" she asked after a long pause. Mandark played with his bag's strap. "I...holidays mainly. It's not like I can keep coming back and forth. Too much money," he added a lame laugh at his last words. Dee Dee nodded. "Okay." The silence seemed to take over their conversation once more. Dee Dee hugging her arms and Mandark playing with his bag and fingers and leg bouncing nervously.

"Dee Dee," Mandark started slowly not meeting her eye.

Dee Dee did not turn to his voice. "What?"

Mandark hesitated, "how do you feel about me? Truthfully."

Dee Dee bit her bottom lip. Her voice quivered when she spoke, lips sprouting into a shaky smile, "well I-I-you're a cool friend a-and listened well and a little weird sometimes which is interesting and-"

"Dee Dee..." Mandark's hissed testingly.

Dee Dee refused to meet his eyes. "I...I like you M.D.," she swallowed thickly, "yeah, I have Lee Lee and Mee Mee but I felt closer to you...you always listened to my weird anxieties and never judged or laughed at me...You're my best friend."

"And nothing more?"

Dee Dee did not answer for several seconds. "No." She cringed. Mandark turned away. "Okay," was all he could muster.

Another awkward silence.

Mandark felt himself sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. At the least, he was hoping at the least she would sob and leap into his arms declaring her true love for him. Maybe adding a passionate kiss in the middle of it, but that was just a fantasy dream. Just only, merely a dream shattered from a thrown stone into a window.

The overhead spoke catching the attention of both Mandark and Dee Dee. It announced Mandark's flight and the man drew in a deep inhale and exhale. Both Mandark and Dee Dee exchanged gazes. Mandark grinned wearily. "Guess thats me," he sang awkwardly. Dee Dee nodded meeting his toothy grin. Standing, Mandark began to collect his things, Dee Dee helping before the walked over to the gate and she handed him the rest of his belongings. Mandark reached into his pocket for his tickets, but turned to Dee Dee. Minutes seemed to have gone by as they stared at each other. Dee Dee walked up closer to the boy and hugged him tightly, Mandark hugging back in response. Dee Dee finally forced herself to pull away. She sent him a warm grin. "Call me?" she whispered.

Mandark nodded without hesitation. "Yeah," he smiled.

With a small turn, Mandark began walking over to the gate. Each step was slow and agonizing for the two. Mandark just wished Dee Dee would say something to him. Anything. Anything at this point to keep him slightly sane.

Dee Dee watched before she yelled, "Mandark!"

Mandark stopped. His heart thundered, mouth parted his attention her for the last time.

Dee Dee froze.

"I-"

Just tell him. Just tell him and get it over with.

Dee Dee licked her dry lips and with a wobbly smile and tearfully cried, "Good luck!"

You're gonna regret this, her thoughts echoed. Mandark looked at her. Disappointed flickered into his violet ireses before he forced a smile and gave a small wave. With that, he gave his ticket to the woman and was gone. It was here that Dee Dee allowed herself to leave wiping at her eyes as did Mandark himself.


A/N: Chapter One has been edited! ...I miss writing for these dorks XDDDDDD This is a deedark one-shot by the way, but I might add a part two. Depends on if anyone wants to see what happens lol. A perfect way to come back into a fandom that has...died. Kind of? Not sure, it been almost two years lol. Enjoy :3 P.S. I apologize if they sounded OOC or the ending sounds rushed. It has been a while since I have written a Deedark story.