Dexter should have looked before eating the brownies. He knows that now. How the hell was he supposed to know Debra put weed in them? He’s stoned and it’s bad. Luckily, it’ll wear off soon. Until it does? He’s gonna be giggling like an idiot and riding the waves.

Thankfully, his dad’s not here. Or both Debra and his asses would be grass right now. Since he’s not? The two ended up just getting high together and hanging out.

The topic of relationships and crushes came up and he sort of brushed it off at first, before admitting to liking a girl he’d attended college with. Somehow that turned into Debra convincing him to call her and ask her out.

So now he’s sat here, phone in hand, waiting anxiously to see if she answers the phone.