His Two Reasons

Mandark's classes before his lunch period were all a breeze to get through. Although, it would seem odd if they were not simple for him considering that he was a genius. Of course, he would never admit to the fact that sometimes he could be a bit of a moron when his own intellect was compared to Dexter's. Anyhow, he even got over his pride and brought his German textbook along with him for its proper class. That was the only time that he had toted it along with him. Surprisingly he was able to follow along with his teacher when he had help from the textbook. Big shocker there, Mandark.

Most students when having a break from their classes to enjoy lunch would chat up with their friends and steal food from said friends. Although, in Mandark's case, he had no such friends. All he really would do during any free time while at school would be to work on his blue prints and so forth. Which is what he was currently doing when Dexter approached him at the table he was situated at.

"No Dexter, I will not share my ideas with you so get that moronic notion out of your mind. Just because you are out of ideas for new inventions does not mean that you can steal my ideas. Seeing as I am the only other genius here, you are out of luck!" Mandark prattled on viciously while Dexter sat across from him at the lunch table. The brunette slammed his hands against the table to add a threatening and a dramatic feel to his words after they were spoken.

Dexter simply arched a brow. "Eh, that is all well and good but my reason for being here is not to be an ideas thief," he replied in a matter of fact tone while he picked at his lunch food.

"Ew, I forgot how filthy these tables are," Mandark muttered after he noticed the sticky feeling on the palms of his hands. He brandished an anti bacterial solution from his person and lathered his hands in it in a sufficient amount.

"Well, the cafeteria staff does not have much time in between classes to clean all of the tables in a thorough manner," Dexter brought up. He was not irked at the fact that Mandark completely ignored what he had said previously to him.

"Pah, excuses. I could invent a device to destroy a harmless sized meteorite before it were to meet the Earth's surface in a less amount of time that those people get for doing their jobs," the other genius bragged in a snobby way and returned his anti bacterial soap to its proper location.

"I do not doubt you on that. Anyways, for my reason for being here. Well, two reasons for being here actually."

"Oh! I see how it is. You actually need reasons to sit with me. Am I that uninteresting?"

The two remained silent for a moments until Mandark cleared his throat and brushed imaginary dust from his tie. "Ahem, do not answer that question." He remembered how he made a big deal about when Dexter wanted to sit next to him on the school bus and how he wanted there to be conditions for being able to sit next to him.

Dexter did not harass Mandark about his question. Instead he withdrew a sheet of computer paper from his backpack and held it towards him. "Here, it is the contract with all of the terms."

"Hey, Dorkster! I wanted to write up the contract!" the other barked and snatched the paper from Dexter.

"Did you? You never said that you wanted to," Dexter reminded him and zipped up his backpack.

Mandark pouted his lips. "Well...that is true. Although I thought it was obvious that I wanted to write it because I was the one who brought up the whole contract thing. I thought you were a genius. Following along such clues to make a conclusion should not be difficult for you," he complained in an immature manner.

"It really is not that serious. Although, if you are vexed over that matter then I will just get rid of that contract and you can make it instead," Dexter offered while he stared at him from across the table with those blue and analyzing eyes of his.

"What? Oh. Um...no, it's fine. The damage has already been done," Mandark replied while feeling a bit uncomfortable with having the other's eyes fixated on him in such a concentrated manner.

Another moment of awkward silence fell upon the two until Mandark remembered his real reason for wanting to be the one in charge of writing up their friendship contract. "Oh, Dexter, I need to borrow one of your hands for a moment," he said in a way as if saying such a thing was as normal as discussing the weather.

Dexter's glasses slipped down his nose a few inches. "Uh, why?" he asked in a slightly nervous voice and pushed his glasses back up.

"Ah, do not look so scared. It is nothing suspicious...hah, well...nothing too suspicious."

"I do not like where this is going."

Mandark shook his head. "Should I just force you to since you are not cooperating with me?"

Dexter mulled over the other's demand. Not wanting to make a scene, he decided to just humor his new friend. "Fine but dismemberment will not be involved," he finally agreed and removed the glove from his right hand.

"Not now at least. I have not perfected the various methods of torture yet," Mandark replied and chuckled. He removed a small and perfectly sterile knife from his briefcase.

"Ah yeah, definitely not liking where this is going."

"Do not be such baby," the other mumbled and took Dexter's right hand in his possession...just as Dee Dee walked by.

She screamed brightly and gracefully plopped down on top of the lunch table on an edge. "Oh my goodness! Are you both finally going out now?" she asked in a cheerful tone and smiled sweetly at Dexter and Mandark.

"Please excuse me!" Mandark cried and scrambled underneath the lunch table out of his gosh darn shyness towards Dexter's older sister.

"Dee Dee, leave!" Dexter snapped and pushed her off of the table.

"Rude!" she pouted when she met the ground. She withdrew from it in an irked manner. Then she departed from the two and went in search of her lunch buddies.

Mandark retired from underneath the table and returned to his chair. "That was so embarrassing," he sighed and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothing.

"I honestly do not see why you are still crushing over my stupid sister," Dexter replied in what he hoped was not a voice that hinted towards jealousy.

"Believe me...I wish I knew the reason behind my behavior towards her." He was quite well aware of the fact that what he felt towards Dee Dee was utterly one sided. She never once felt any kind of romantic feelings towards him throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school.

Maybe it was just an attraction based on her appearance. Her golden locks, sun kissed skin, tall glass of water body structure, blue eyes as lovely as her brother's. "Why did I just think about him of all people when I am thinking about his sister?" Mandark pondered to himself.

Dexter was slightly growing impatient with Mandark. He did not care so much when he would space out because of regular Mandark-esque reasons. However, when the guy would zone out in an almost trance like state because of his sister...he could get a little steamed. "Ahem! Hullo, the contract and the whole creepy knife bit...remember?"

Mandark snapped out of his thoughts. "Creepy knife bit? Haha, are you now eager about all of this?" he asked in tone that had a small touch of flirtation to it.

The other genius simply just glared daggers at him for his reply to that question. All back to business, Mandark resumed with what he wanted to do. He took the other's hand that was devoid of its glove and cut a small incision in the thumb. "We will sign this contract with our blood," he explained and slid the paper over to Dexter.

"Uh...okay." Dexter did just that by pressing his thumb down onto the blank line at the bottom of the contract that originally was going to be meant for his name. Then he slid it back to Mandark and he did the exact same thing after making the tarnished knife sterile once again.

"I had this whole dark arts soul binding ritual in my mind but seeing as you wrote the contract, it would not have worked," Mandark explained and placed their contract and his knife in his briefcase. Maybe he could do something with their contract still.

"Well, then I am glad that I wrote it. I have nothing against your hobby with that kind of stuff but I kind of enjoy not having curses and hexes on me," Dexter replied and placed his glove back onto his right hand.

"I never said anything about not putting a curse or hex on you, Dexter. I just cannot do such a thing here at school."

"Oh, haha. You're too funny. Anyways, now onto my second reason for obviously wasting your very important and valuable time. I was wondering if you would like to sleep over on Saturday at my place."

"Why would I want to sleep with you when I could sleep by myself?" Mandark questioned in a painfully casual voice that suggested that he knew not what the other had meant.

"Einstein's ghost! No! A sleep over is simply like just hanging out and doing friend type activities. Ehehehe...but instead of returning home the day you arrive, you leave the next day," Dexter explained with shades of red in his face.

Mandark nodded his head in a manner of understanding. "Ah, I see now. I will have to check my schedule since as you well know, I am a very important and busy person."

Dexter rolled his eyes. "Yes, who could possibly have forgotten such an obvious fact?"

Author's Notes:

Wow, so much awkwardness that is so amusing.

Yeah...uh. Not much I can comment on.

Well, the whole contract thing did not happen like this in the RP but I just wanted to combine stuff together and be awesome like that.