Purposely Annoying

Mandark did not wait until Sunday to get assistance with his German homework. He knew it would be an experience most unpleasant and he would rather suffer extreme mental, emotional, and physical pain. However, he knew he could give up being his pride filled self for at least most of one day.

His mother, Oceanbird, thought it sweet that her little Sue was going to spend his Saturday afternoon with Dexter. Mandark reminded her whenever she would bring up their afternoon plan that he was not simply going over to spend time with Dexter but to get help with his German homework. However, he knew it to be futile to get her to understand that.

Even more terrible than believing that Mandark and Dexter were going to enjoy the company of one another, Oceanbird insisted in her sweetful way that she would drive her son over to the other's place. He saw no reason for such a bile filled request. She told him that she wanted to be there to take him to his first date. Her son threw a bit of a fit with the word she picked but she simply told him that she could not find another word to use.

"Argh, fine. Whatever. You can take me there," Mandark muttered in a tone of reluctant defeat.

"Oh, do not be so vexed, Susan. I will not be there long enough to embarrass you," Oceanbird replied and laughed brightly. Her son did not know if she was joking or being honest...which frightened him a bit.

"A true shame..."

"Well! If it upsets you, dear-"

"No! I mean, no thank you. You do not need to go inside with me."

Oceanbird smiled brightly and withdrew from her son's side to go in search of the keys for her means of transportation...outdated and utterly embarrassing means of transportation.

Mandark was half tempted to just dash out of his house. Abandon this whole damnable situation. "I will be going through enough torture when I get to his place. Must I go through pre-torture?" he thought to himself with a furrowed brow.

"Got'em! Okay, grumpy gust, let's hit it," Oceanbird said and headed towards the front door while her son grudgingly followed behind her.

It did not take too long for Oceanbird to drive her son over to Dexter's place considering that they lived in the same neighborhood. To Mandark however, the ride took painfully long since his mother went on rambling about things that did not spark one ounce of interest inside of his mind. He tried to drown out her words while thinking about things that a normal high schooler would not be thinking about. However, he was experiencing an uncharacteristic trait and that trait was anxiety and so he was unlucky with the drowning out thing.

"Alright, here we are," Oceanbird announced and parked near a sidewalk next to Dexter's place while her son retired from the embarrassment on wheels. He slammed the door shut in a rather testy manner that did not phase his mother at all.

"Well, enjoy yourself, Susan! Be a good boy and a good guest!" she called after him while waving a hand at him through an open window of the vehicle.

Mandark stopped dead in his tracks and felt a shiver crawl up his spine. "It's Mandark!" he shouted at her...well, at the departing hippie-mobile.

He sighed heavily and made it up to the last few steps of the walkway that led over to the front door of Dexter's house. The guy did not have time to ring the doorbell or knock on the door because it flew open before he even had a chance to raise a hand.

"Ah, good afternoon," Dexter greeted the other warmly.

"Um..." Mandark lamely replied with a confused look on his face.

Dexter arched a brow but then a light bulb lit up inside of his mind. "Oh, sorry about that. My sensors picked you up and well...that vehicle that your parents own makes its approach pretty obvious," he explained and took a few steps aside so Mandark could enter.

"Bah! What a jerk. Already flaunting his intelligence," the brunette thought darkly and entered the dwelling in a fashion that gave off an air that he owned the place.

"You seem to be without your German textbook," Dexter noticed after he closed the front door.

Mandark glanced downwards at his free hand and the other hand that clutched a briefcase. "Your observational skills are top notch," he replied sarcastically.

The red head sighed gently. "Chill, won't you?" He simply earned a vicious glare from the other that caused a slightly upsetting feeling inside of his stomach.

"Okay...I am guessing you left it at school or something. No reason to worry about that minor detail, I have my textbook with me so let's head upstairs and we can tackle that assignment of yours in my bedroom," Dexter continued and he winked after those words were spoken.

Mandark slapped him as his response to that suggestion. He knew why the red head was being secretive since his father was nearby. However, he wanted to amuse himself a bit.

"What was that for?" Dexter asked out of utter disbelief, his blue eyes wide behind his thick glasses.

"You were twitching."

"Twitching? Twitching! I was not!"

"Uh-huh. So you were flirting with me?"

"Mandark, if you do not cut it out then so help me I will-"

"Yes?"

Dexter buried his face into his gloved hands, composing himself. Mandark simply absorbed this scene with obvious amusement.

"Okay, Dex. Let's tackle that assignment of mine," Mandark suggested in a good natured tone and ventured over to the staircase.

"Suuuureeee. Now we can...after irking me," Dexter grumbled and stomped on over to the staircase and followed after the brunette in a pouty way.

Dexter saw that Mandark had already entered his laboratory. "Hey, Mandork! This is my house. This is my secret laboratory. You could have waited patiently for me to arrive like a proper guest instead of just...being your annoying self!" he complained while the book shelf entrance closed behind him.

Mandark was currently reprogramming some of Dexter's less complicated robot lackeys to do things that they were not originally assigned to do. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'll get over it," he replied and waved a hand at the other in a shoo-shoo fashion.

The other walked over to him and yanked a robot free from his possession. "Hey! You are here to get help with your German homework. Not to turn my robots against me."

The brunette let out a depressed sigh. "Fine. However, I already turned a few of them against you so I am partially pleased by that."

"Great," Dexter rolled his eyes and placed the robot that was shut down on a workstation table while Mandark plopped down into a swivel chair that sat near a large desk.

Dexter sat next to Mandark but not too close. He knew about the brunette's space issues. He rummaged throughout the rather messy desk to look for his German textbook. His guest simply drummed his fingers in an annoyed fashion.

"Is this going to take all afternoon?" Mandark asked in a bored tone.

"Aha! Here it is!" Dexter cheered and pulled out his textbook from the mass of chaos.

A robot lackey passing by fired a laser towards Dexter and he blocked it by using the textbook as a shield. "Einstein's ghost!" he cried while examining the small indent that the laser caused on the cover of the book. A small and wispy trail of smoke danced above it.

"Try explaining that small bit of vandalizing to our teacher," Mandark snickered cruelly while twirling a pencil expertly between his fingers.

"Let me guess, that is one of the robots that you reprogrammed?" the red head asked flatly while placing his tarnished book down onto the desk.

"Hm, perhaps. Unless you have minor suicidal tendencies."

"Hahaha. Now then, let's stay on our original goal," Dexter flipped open his text book and kept his guard up just in case a few more robots were about...robots that now saw him as their enemy.

Mandark unlatched his briefcase and removed his German assignment from it in a manner suggesting that he was about to discuss a theory of his to some big time business man or something like that. Dexter eyed him with a quirked brow while he organized the assignment sheet along with a light stack of lined note paper.

"Is this necessary?" the red head asked.

"Is it annoying you?"

"Well, yes."

"Then it is necessary I'm afraid."

"You want to know something? I was originally going to offer you something to eat considering it is lunch time but since you are not being a pleasant guest, I guess I will not."

"Hah! I don't need your food!" Mandark retorted but his stomach betrayed him and growled loudly.

Dexter chuckled gently. "Your stomach says otherwise."

Mandark blushed from anger and embarrassment. "I suppose I could stop being purposely annoying for about half an hour."

"Is that suppose to be a consent towards lunch?"

"You're a genius, aren't you? Figure it out."

Dexter sighed heavily, not understanding why the other could not just answer him straight. He supposed that maybe it had something to do with pride and honor. He retired from the swivel chair and headed towards the bookcase entrance/exit.

"Oh, what do you want for lunch?" he asked Mandark before withdrawing from the lab.

Mandark, feeling rather steamed with all of these questions brandished a nasty looking piece of weaponry from his person. "Argh, does it matter? Whatever it is, it will taste better than the stuff my parents force me to eat!" he barked and loosed a laser into a curious looking plant and it poofed out of existence.

"Uh, okay. I will figure something out," Dexter replied in a nervous tone and left before his guest decided to extract him from existence.

"You do that," Mandark hissed while glaring bullets at the closed bookcase entrance.

Author's Notes:

Phew, this was a pretty lengthy chapter!

It was going to be much longer...

Anyways, how was everyones' Christmas and New Year's Eve and so forth?

Mine were great! I saw "Tangled" (FINALLY) yesterday. I loved it very much. Rapunzel is so me-like. Haha. I am going to cosplay as her one day. -prances-