Dexter hadn't had his first kiss. Dee Dee knew this. And she was almost embarrassed at it. They had a conversation -or debate- about it once, and Dee Dee never tried again.
"I'm only nine, Dee Dee," he protested calmly.
"You're as mature as a college professor, Dexter!" she countered.
"I'm as tall as a seven year old."
"There are short girls here."
"I don't want to kiss anyone."
"Why not? It's fun! I've kissed Ben before!"
"...Really?"
"Well, yeah!"
"That somewhat perturbs me." He rubbed his temple. "But it was your choice, right?"
"Yeah."
"Was it his?"
"Shut up."
"Anyway, I should decide when I get my first kiss."
"Hmph!" She crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from him. "I might just put a kiss ransom on you!"
Dexter smirked. "Then I'll put a geek ransom on you. The first person to get a date with you, that's a geek, wins. I think I know exactly who'll win, too. M-A-N-D-A-R-K."
Dee Dee shuddered. "Nevermind, Dexter. You should take things at your own pace! Slow down! You're already thinking about kissing at your age? You're only nine, for Pete's sake!" She wagged a finger at him before dashing off.
Dexter smirked almost the next five minutes.