Mandark thinks dirty things about Dee Dee... when they're in high school, ya dig? *coughTheVoiceInTheDarkness*shoutout.

Yall heard Lonely Boy by The Black Keys? Of course you have.

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The beautiful and divine Dee Dee, how she torments him so.

He watched her as she skipped past him in the hall, pigtails bouncing as her skirt did the same, shifting uncomfortably high as more of her skin was bared for his virgin eyes to behold...

He swallowed heavily, and said "Hello, Dee Dee!", only to be ignored as per usual.

For an instant, his disappointment seemed palpable, but he quickly brushed it off in favor of focusing on the glorious sight of her retreating derriere.

'Ah,' he thought distantly as he took in the gentle sway of her hips, 'the things she does to me. One day, my radiant, golden haired goddess will recognize my astounding genius and acknowledge my suitability as a mate. Then she will be mine.'

These are hopes that his heart floats on. It is how he survives the longer days of being away from his love, but hopes can only carry him so far.

In the loneliest of times, Mandark cannot deny; he yearns for her.

Absorbed in his unabashed leering, he imagined what the silky, supple skin of her thighs would feel like, were he to caress them. His mind's eye undressed her, he could practically see the elegant slope of her back, the dip that slid down into her skirt...

The bell rang loudly, shocking him from his hormone-induced trance.

He swallowed. There was an uncomfortable tightness in his throat. He slammed his locker shut after grabbing a thick textbook, glad he had something to hide behind.

He really needed to get to class.

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Fin. I thought about how it was written for quite a while, but this is the best it's gonna get. May continue. Don't get ya hopes up (unlikely that you will, but yeah). :P Had to name it something, so a song I listened to earlier today will suffice. R&R, if you'd like to.