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21"Dexter. It's a party. You don't have to be IMMACULATE." Douglas couldn't keep from rolling his eyes as he stuck his head in Dexter's room.
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Dexter sighed. "I am aware of that, you know." He straightened his jacket, tugging at the collar. "Immaculate."
"Isn't it? Such a nice word." He stared. "Dex, you really going to wear that lab coat?"
Dexter turned around. "Would you suggest something else, Mr. Mordecai?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Actually, I would, thank you." Douglas swept into the room, the movement made all the more dramatic by the long, knee-length black jacket he had on.
"What's with the jacket?" Dexter muttered, glaring at Douglas as he raided the redhead's closet.
"Oh, found it in the back of my closet, wanted an excuse to wear it." Douglas shrugged nonchalantly. "What about this?" He pulled out a red shirt.
"No. Red shirt, red hair, Douglas. I'd look like I was on fire."
Douglas snorted. "Right then. Goodness, Dex, just take the lab coat off."
Dexter unfolded his arms.
Lie of Omission - Part 2Part Two: Lie of the Conscience
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Julie told him she'd meet him in an hour at the front entrance of the high school. Standing on her toes, she kissed his cheek and gently squeezed his hand before she stepped away and gave him time to sort out this suddenly difficult day. He watched her go, grateful that she was so understanding even though they had planned to spend the entire day together.
His grandfather was waiting for him just outside. Max Tennyson looked supremely unhappy, though his emotion was directed at himself and not Ben. It was raining harder now, and they stood in the relative shelter of a covered walkway between the school and its library, ignoring the drops that reached their trousers and the leaves that blew around their feet.
"I didn't expect to see you here," Max began.
"Yeah." In his mind he could hear a scathing, almost-Russian accent ask, If you had known, would you have come?
Great. Now he was channeling the Red Menace. Still, it was a legitimate questi
Lie of Omission - Part 1Part One: Lie of Convenience
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"Um . . . he'll probably come off as really stiff and formal, but he's like that a lot when he first meets people. He'll probably call you Miss Yamamoto until you tell him to stop, too."
Julie smiled, as much as at Ben's nervousness as at the picture he was painting of his best friend. She twined her arm a little tighter through his, snuggling a bit closer on the chill autumn afternoon.
"And he won't shake hands. Don't even bother trying."
"All right," she promised mildly as he angled the umbrella he carried better to shield her from the gentle rain.
"And don't ask about his accent. He doesn't know he has one."
A small giggle escaped her. "Ben, you're taking all the fun out of meeting him."
He smiled, realizing he was on edge. "I just want to make it as pain-free as possible. Dexter is . . ."
"Your friend," she concluded for him, giving his arm a squeeze. "That tells me a lot right there. So what if he's got some quirks? Who doesn't?"
"Yeah, well, he