My Darryl character! :D

[MisterV]

The chill prof began to sweat profusely.

"A slot goblin, you say?"

"Yes, and this one is both cranky and destructive. She mowed down the dean with one swipe of her hideous handbag."

Soon his darkest fears were confirmed.

Blood, body parts and Cliff's Notes were flying through the air in the quad, as if churned by a monstrous leaf blower; no leaf blower, it was Tashoblin, the much feared autistic creature of Satan.

Prof. V recalled the last time the two tangled: "I still itch from those scabies" he recalled, "and the doc says that smelly discharge from my prick cannot be cured. Time for some pay back."

With that he grabbed a fake Rolex from a cowering Arab student and hurling it at the hellish creature he taunted "Hey bitch, remember me?"

Tashoblin remembered: she caught the Rolex, shoved it up her cooch and then charged him and without further ado bit off his head, expelling it with such force that it speared the spire on the school chapel.

Suddenly she calmed and turned her ear to the wind: something was in the air...

[MisterV]

The chill prof began to sweat profusely.

"A slot goblin, you say?"

"Yes, and this one is both cranky and destructive. She mowed down the dean with one swipe of her hideous handbag."

Soon his darkest fears were confirmed.

Blood, body parts and Cliff's Notes were flying through the air in the quad, as if churned by a monstrous leaf blower; no leaf blower, it was Tashoblin, the much feared autistic creature of Satan.

Prof. V recalled the last time the two tangled: "I still itch from those scabies" he recalled, "and the doc says that smelly discharge from my prick cannot be cured. Time for some pay back."

With that he grabbed a fake Rolex from a cowering Arab student and hurling it at the hellish creature he taunted "Hey bitch, remember me?"

Tashoblin remembered: she caught the Rolex, shoved it up her cooch and then charged him and without further ado bit off his head, expelling it with such force that it speared the spire on the school chapel.

Suddenly she calmed and turned her ear to the wind: something was in the air...

[TheGrimReaper]

Ah, the name change works, with Garnabbius. (The other way, it didn't.) Ha.

... wizarD'ry aNd Witchcraft fOr the gaRnabbius sChool.

---> Habitability of orange dwarf stars. [The only thus occurrence, in spot #1.]

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Orange dwarf stars, also known as K-type main-sequence stars, are considered by some scientists as particularly promising for supporting life, due to their long lifespans, stable energy output, and wider habitable zones compared to yellow stars like our Sun. They are less active than red dwarfs and produce less harmful radiation than yellow dwarfs, making them a potentially good host for habitable planets.

And, at long last ... CROWN'D.


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[pinchingyourballs]

Darryl and his classmates had been commanded to stay indoors while the distinguished faculty fought the slot goblin. In fact, they were trapped in the grand edifice by a magical spell. Rather than join his classmates in gawking out the window, Darryl decided to study a bit for his next class, Completely Useless Integer Sequences, informally known as Cunts to the upper level students. Darryl opened to a random page in the middle of the hefty tome that was the course textbook:

First consider the mundane and useless recursively defined sequence with initial values 1, 2, and 3, in which each subsequent term is the sum of the three previous terms. AKA the Tribonacci sequence 1, 2, 3, 6, 11, 20,...

Now consider the sum of digits of the terms of the Tribonacci sequence: 1, 2, 3, 6, 2, 2, 10, 14, 8, 5, 9, 22, 9, 13, 17, 21, 24, 8, 17, 13, 29, 23, 20, 18, 16, 36, 34, 32, 39, 24, 32, 41, 52, 44, 38, 35, 36, 46, 45, 19, 65, 66, 51, 47, 47, 55, 50, 53, 68, 63, 76, 63, 58, 53, 75, 60, 80, 53, 58, 56, 68, 74, 63, 70, 63, 70, 86, 84, 78, 68, 95, 97, 98, 119, 116, 90, 82, 108, 100, 110, 84, 96, 101, 110, 91, 86, 134, 77, 117, 121, 117, 130, 89, 138, 132, 116, 107, 139, 128, 86, 137, 126, 124, 108, 115, 95, 147, 159, 131, 140, 160, 152, 146, 152, 171, 118, 126, 136, 146, 156, 132, 128, 155, 127, 167, 125, 131, 153, 148, 135, 184, 161, 174, 141, 143, 170, 193, 137, 185, 173, 162, 178, 144, 169, 167, 138, 195, 167, 167, 205, 179, 191, 206, 162, 181, 180, 163, 191, 165, 204, 191, 209, 154, 194, 197, 194, 189, 157, 198, 202, 233, 174, 195, 215, 215, 238, 218, 221, 209, 207, 232, 216, 196, 194, 201, 213, 221, 203, 205, 242, 200, 251, 216, 199, 207, 262, 236, 237, 222, 218, 272, 262, 257, 206, 239, 279, 238, 288, 256, 260, 255, 204, 278, 224, 238, 245, 266, 281, 279, 241, 279, 268, 248, 291, 249, 221, 221, 295, 287, 299, 260, 306, 289, 297, 280, 290, 300, 258, 299, 281, 262, 248, 332, 275, 270, 265, 261, 301, 296, 291, 312, 278, 296, 310, 281, 311, 335, 324, 295, 297, 331, 284, 309, 321, 320, 311, 313, 332, 344, 341, 333, 316, 351, 352, 317, 327, 339, 326, 317, 334, 338, 341, 338, 387, 346, 369, 391, 332, 363, 366, 359, 395, 355, 398, 311, 308, 387, 349, 351, 349, 347, 399, 366, 338, 392, 376, 377, 326, 332, 351, 379, 405, 370, 353, 390, 339, 389, 425, 334, 383, 314, 383, 378, 373, 378, 355, 413, 345, 384, 404, 386, 373, 407, 347, 443, 369, 394, 351, 421, 419, 408, 447, 392, 383, 430, 413, 425, 395, 396, 406, 423, 361, 416, 417, 447, 416, 425, 532, 437, 458, 455, 432, 427, 441, 418, 458, 507, 456, 458, 422, 409, 371, 464, 425, 459, 475, 486, 457, 473, 471, 429, 482, 473, 466, 476, 479, 431, 468, 496, 414, 451, 443, 462, 456, 533, 434, 478, 455, 449, 419, 432, 481, 477, 463, 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Darryl shivered. Damn, that sequence gives me the spooks he mused. He shut the book and went to the window to gawk at the slot goblin slaughter below.

[MisterV]

Tashoblin sniffed the air: the unmistakable odor of MATH permeated the air to a redolent degree; she soon espied the cause.

A half-human, half-reptile creature was rapidly approaching on a unicycle, lightning bolts of crystalized mathematics springing out of his fingers, striking Tashoblin's hideous handbag, incinerating it.

"Take that, vile creature of darkness...it is I, the Gizzard of Boz, I mean the Lizard of Odds here to smite you."

The speed of the unicycle increased dramatically, helped along by massive blasts of intestinal gas acting like a jet engine: a titanic crash and struggle ensued, it was anyone's guess as to who would prevail.

Sans her hideous handbag Tashoblin had only tooth and claw and the lizard was too deft, to skilled for her: he hurled binomial theorems, integers and all sorts of advanced mathematics at the hellish beast, slowly overwhelming her until in the end she slunked off back to the Miami ghetto, hoping to regain her strength by consuming massive amounts of Church's chicken.

The lizard pedaled his ass out of town, humming "Do Wah Diddy Diddy" all the while, smug and secure in the knowledge that "math overcomes all challenges."

[pinchingyourballs]

After the commotion died down, all the students returned to their classes. This time Darryl had no trouble finding room 1961 on floor 702, he even found a good seat in the second row right by the exit. To his amazement, a lumpy two headed student took the seat next to him. The conjoined twins introduced himself/themselves as Mohammed and Jules. One half of the two headed beast was decked out in tacky gold jewelry and smelled like it was marinated in CK1 cologne, the other half wore a balaclava and a leather glove and smelled vaguely of cigarettes and coffee. Darryl internally shuddered but politely exchanged greetings with the hideous thing. While waiting for the instructor to arrive, the classroom was atwitter with chatter about the slot goblin.

Finally the instructor arrived. It was none other than Headmaster Garnaboobius.

"Welcome to Completely Useless Integer Sequences, which most of you know by its more apt name Cunts. The point of Cunts is to comb through useless integer sequences to find special numbers with magical properties. Sort of like that Apple TV show Severence, but way way more boring. Half of you will die of boredom before the midterm. That's why this is known as the first year weed out class. Those of you who survive will be equipped with the mindset to withstand some of the most boring and tedious things in the wizarding world." Garnaboobius stopped and pointed to Mohammed/Jules, "Yes, you there, why are you raising your hand? Are you some kind of attention seeking faggot?"

Mohammed began, "I just want to say that my conjoined twin brother Jules is a gay male prostitute who lives in the tunnels and rents out his butt, but I am a rich Arab sheik's son and I have lots of fancy jewelry. I am very superior."

The class burst out laughing. Someone in the back yelled, "You share the same butthole!" while another student that Darryl couldn't see said, "You sleep in the same place your brother sleeps!"

"Silence! Silence!" Garnaboobius shouted over the din of jeers and laughter. Darryl noticed Jules rolling his eyes and smirking. Mohammed looked confused and angry. Garnaboobius continued, "What we have here is a very curious case of conjoined twins where one is a true wizard and the other is not. But because the magical half lacks the skills to un-conjoin himself, he is forced to bring his non-magical twin with him to the Academy, at least until he learns enough magic to rid himself of this little problem."

The class fell silent. Garnaboobius continued, "Now, who besides Mohammed and Jules can tell me which twin is magical and which twin is a useless non-magical lump?" Half the class shouted "Mohammed is magical," while another half shouted "Jules is magical." It seemed there was no consensus. Garnaboobius put his hands together under his chair and nodded wisely. Then he pointed to Darryl, "You there, what is your name and what is your stance on the dual nature of Mohammed/Jules?"

Darryl blushed (shyly) and stammered, "M-my n-name's Dar-darryl Johnson," he took a deep breath, then pressed forth, "I believe that Jules is the wizard twin and Mohammed is the muggle twin, so to speak."

"And why do you think that, young Darryl?"

[pinchingyourballs]

"Well, Professor Garnaboobius, I think Jules is the true mage because it looks like he cast a spell on Mohammed to make him sound like a retard." Darryl really hoped that was the right answer.

"Wrong!" shouted Garnaboobius.

A crippled girl named Bobbette Ditz piped up with smug assurance, "I knew it, I knew Mohammed was the real wizard and Jules was the muggle. I once stood in line behind an astrophysics professor at Burger King so I'm pretty knowledgeable about these things."

"Wrong again!" shouted Garnaboobius.

Darryl was as confused as the rest of the class. If neither Jules nor Mohammed was magical, then why were they at the Academy?

"It was a trick question," the Headmaster began. "Neither Jules nor Mohammed is a Wizard, but their body is possessed by a mischievous sprite called Nathan. Nathan can only possess one half at a time. That it is why it sometimes appears as if Jules is magical and sometimes Mohammed. Now, does anyone know how we deal with such sprites?"

Darryl actually knew the answer to this one and put his hand in the air.

"Yes, Darryl."

"Professor, we need to sacrifice the twins to a magical carnivorous creature. Like that slot goblin that was just here."

[Tasha]

He called the Psych Ward, and asked the receptionist if he could speak to Sean. She said that she would check if he was in a stable condition, and told him to hold on. He waited for five minutes, and then she came back. “Yes, you may speak to Sean Masters,” she said, and put him through.

“Hi, Sean, how’s it going, buddy?” He asked in a soft, pleasant tone.

“Fine, but the food is NASTY!” The food they gave us for dinner looked and tasted like GRUEL. It was like oatmeal mixed with water. Eew.” Sean sounded like he was shuddering.

“I’m glad you seem to be okay, Sean,“Darryl said, happily.

“Yeah. I have one important question to ask you," Sean said, sounding hurt.

“What’s that?” Darryl asked/answered, wondering why Sean sounding like that.

“Why did you lie to me?” Sean sounded betrayed.

“What do you mean?” Darryl asked, confused.

“Why did you tell me that you would visit me when you knew that you would go back to Johnson in two weeks, and knowing I would be here for four weeks?”

“I had forgotten that I would be going back to Johnson,” Darryl said honestly.

“I guess we can’t play regular games with Julian and Mario like we used to,” Sean said sadly. “You’ll be gone.”

“But, we have two weeks left, Sean.” Darryl reminded him.

”Yeah,” Sean said flatly.

What was up with Sean? Darryl thought miffed. “Look, Sean, why are you so upset?” It’s not like I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Sean said, “Bye, I’ve got to go. The hospital limits the calls severely.”

“Bye.” Darryl said, and hung up the phone.

Darryl took a shower and ate meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and drank orange soda.

He went to bed and went to sleep.

Darryl was walking down a street when he saw Sean. “Hey, Sean, how are you doing?” Darryl asked Sean.

Sean looked at him with sad eyes. “Hey, D," he said in a sad voice.

“What’s the matter?” Darryl asked him concerned.

“Why did you leave me? Why did you go to that Johnson school and just leave me here?" Sean looked betrayed.

“I had to. I had to go to that Johnson school. It was either that, or boot camp.”

“Do you know how lonely I’ve been without you?” Sean asked.

“What do you mean? You have Julian and Mario.”

“Yeah, but they’re no fun. Remember all the fun all of us used to have together?”

“Yeah.” Darryl said, remembering.

Sean stared at Darryl with large, sad eyes. “I’ve missed you, D.”

“Darryl said, “I’ve missed you too.”

Sean walked over to Darryl and gave him “Dap”. He gave Darryl a big smile and walked away. He stopped and then he said. “Thanks for everything and I’m sorry for what I put you through.”

“I forgive you, Sean," Darryl said, with a big smile.

[pinchingyourballs]

So it was all a dream, Tasha? I am confused why Sean is not in custody and charged with all these murders. I mean, pretty much everyone in this story knows he's a serial killer. Any way, great story.

I really enjoyed the detail about Darryl having meatloaf with mashed potatoes and orange soda. Kind of makes me want to make some Salisbury steaks soon. With mashed potatoes and some steamed vegetables. Not sure about the orange soda pairing, I'm not much of a soft drink connoisseur. I usually just drink water with meals.

Do you like to drink orange soda with meals?

[MisterV]

Yes, the meatoaf "made" the story.

Bravo, did you send the story to your agent?

Surely a writer of your caliber has an agent?

I especially liked how Darryl and Sean had the hots for each other, especially there at the end.

Does the final chapter have them fucking or just sucking each other off?

How about both?

You're on your way to the Big Time; when you get there just don't forget we Little People.

[pinchingyourballs]

I especially liked how Darryl and Sean had the hots for each other, especially there at the end.

Does the final chapter have them fucking or just sucking each other off?

The gay stuff in this Darryl story was foreshadowed by the Axl Rose story, which also quickly turned gay if memory serves. Tasha does love herself some tender man on man action. If she had been born in Japan she could have had a respectable career as a yaoi writer.

[Tasha]

Darryl woke up. He sat upright in his bed. He thought about his dream. He saw the sadness in Sean's eyes and the sadness in his voice when Sean asked why Darryl had left him. He thought back to the hurt tone in Sean's voice when they spoke over the phone. He looked at the clock. 3 AM at night. He listened to his Chris Brown CD again and then went to sleep.

Darryl was walking down the beach when he saw someone drowning. It looked like Sean! Sean frantically waved at Darryl to come rescue him. Help me! Help me" Sean screamed, and then went down a few times. Darryl rushed into the sea and swam to Sean. "Hold on to me, Sean". Sean gratefully held on to Darryl's back and Darryl swam both of them to safety.

"Thank goodness you were there to save me, D, no matter what I've done to you." he said shivering.

"Are you okay, Sean?" Darryl asked. Sean nodded. "Why would you do that Sean?" You know that you are not a good swimmer. You could have drowned. "

"I'm sorry for doing that," Sean said, barely looking at Darryl's eyes.

"Just tell me why you did it."

"I don't know. I just wanted to try to see if I could try to swim well."

Darryl said, "I'll get you dried." He took his towel and wrappped it around Sean. Sean wiped himself.

Sean looked at him with large, expressive eyes. "Thank you again for saving my life. You've always been a good friend."

Darryl said, "You're welcome. I've saved your life more than once, you know." He gave Sean a knowing look.

"Yeah, when I tried to kill myself," he said, looking down and away from Darryl.

"You scared the scrap out of me when you put that gun in your mouth," Darryl confessed. "I had to snatch the gun out of your mouth so that you wouldn't pull the trigger."

Sean said, "I'm sorry for punching you in the face and kicking you."

"You brought that up, not me. I never even mentioned that you did that to me. I forgot, just like I forgot when you stole my money," he said, looking at Sean with narrowed, thoughtful, but not angry eyes. "You brought that up too."

"Did you REALLY forget?" Sean asked, looking at him with doubtful eyes.

"No, but I wasn't going to bring it up again. You know Sean, you're a handful."

Sean said, "Why are you still my friend?" in an uncertain tone.

Darryl looked at him for a long while before finally answering.. "You're my buddy for life," Darryl said, giving Sean a playful punch in the arm.

Sean gave Darryl a tight hug. "Thank you for being there for me."

Darryl woke up again.

[MisterV]

Sean gave Darryl a tight hug. "Thank you for being there for me."

Darryl woke up again.

Darryl noticed he had a stiffy, something other than "morning wood."

He recalled his vivid dream.

"OMG, am I GAY?" he wondered.

He put his favorite Donna Summer disco LP on the record player and then put some make up on to cover his acne, after which he fussily ironed his chinos.

"Maybe I am gay" he realized while espying the artwork on his bedroom walls: images of sweaty gladiators, swimmers and divers smiled wanly at him, collectively seeming to emit a mischievous wink.

"Well I never have even kissed a girl, let alone gotten to home plate, because i don't really want to."

He gazed at the bulge in the crotch of one of the gladiators, imagining the garden of earthly delights that could be found there.

"Hmmm, maybe I AM gay...better sign up for reparative / conversion therapy...either that or take courses in interior decorating."

[pinchingyourballs]

Darryl went to the nearest Mormon meetinghouse and inquired about gay conversion therapy. The brethren there were happy to give him several pamphlets, but one pulled him aside and said, "You know, the Nation of Islam temple up the road runs basically the same programs, but for blacks. Maybe you would feel more comfortable there."

Darryl was offended, "I can't go to Mormon conversion therapy because I'm black?!"

"Oh of course you can, but come on, have you ever seen a single black Mormon? We have a lot of Samoans who kind of look black from a distance, but not a lot of real African blacks."

Darryl considered his point and thanked them for the pamphlets and was welcomed, then headed up the road to the NOI temple. The brethren who greeted him there were less friendly than the Mormons. They held up a brown paper bag to his skin and shook their heads.

"No, son, Nation of Islam is for blacks who are lighter than a paper sack. Even though we hate them white devils, we still require our members to have a visible amount of white ancestry. You're too dark."

Darryl sighed in exasperation and headed back outside. Racism and colorism within the black community was still an obstacle even in the year 2025. It looked like conversion therapy through a religious org was going to be a bust. A stout wind blew and Darryl zipped up his jacket. Suddenly a piece of paper carried by the wind hit him in the face. Darryl peeled it off and discovered it was a flyer for interior decorating courses.

[Tasha]

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‘Why do I keep having dreams about Sean? He wondered perplexed. Then he thought back to what he himself had said to Sean. “Dreams have a funny way of telling us how we really feel.” Maybe that’s why he kept dreaming about Sean! It was because he really cared about Sean!

He looked at the clock. 7 AM. In one hour, he would be able to go visit Sean at the Psych Ward. He watched a Saved By The Bell rerun where Kelly’s face had turned Maroon from the “Zit Be Gone” cream that Zack had given her, because she smeared it all over her face. When that episode was over, he quickly got ready to see Sean.

He popped a Cheeseburger Hot Pocket in the microwave and wrapped it into a napkin. He was about to leave when the phone rang. His mother had already left to see his aunt, so she couldn’t pick up the phone. He answered the phone. It was Julian.

“Hey Julian," he said.

Julian said, “I’m going to go see Sean. You want to come with me? Mario is already on his way there. I can pick you up if you want.”

“No, I’ll just take my car,” Darryl said.

“Okay, bye,” Julian said.

Darryl took his keys and the hot pocket and went outside to his car. He started the car, buckled up, and began to drive to the hospital. At red lights, he ate his Hot Pocket. He thought about Sean some more.

He got to the Jackson Hospital. Then he walked to the Psych Ward. Mario was already there, and then Julian came about two minutes after Darryl. It was 8:30.

They went in to visit Sean.

Sean looked at them embarrassedly and said hi sheepishly. They said, “Hi” too. Sean looked at Mario and said, “The picture I took of you is between my mattresses. You can take that picture and cut it with scissors. I won’t be threatening you with that picture anymore. I’m sorry for blackmailing you. I won’t tell your dad about you and his car."

He looked at Julian. “You can forget about me telling anyone that you drove your car drunk that night. I’m sorry for blackmailing you too.”

To Darryl he said, “I’m sorry for bringing up your bad past.”

Julian said, “I heard you tried to kill yourself. Mario told me,” Julian said sympathetically.

“Yeah I did. I just wanted to end my life yesterday. I felt so bad about that I did to all three of you guys. But Superman over here decided that I should live," he said, pointing at Darryl, with a sly smile.

Mario said, “You promise? No more shooting games?”

“I promise,” Sean said, putting his hand over his heart.

“Thank goodness,” Mario said with a relived smile.

Julian said, “That game is so played out," he said in a teasing voice.

Sean smiled.

Darryl had been quiet, musing about Sean.

Sean looked at Darryl. “D, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” he said to Sean.

Mario said,” I’ve got to get to work.”

Julian said, “Me too.”

“Bye” Julian and Mario said to Sean and Darryl. They said it back. Julian and Mario left.

Sean looked at Darryl. “If I were drowning, would you save me?” he asked Darryl.

“Of course I would”, Darryl said, feeling a sense of dejavu.

“I had a dream that I was drowning and I asked you to come save me and you did. What a strange dream.”

“You know what’s even stranger?” Darryl asked.

“What?” Sean asked.

‘I had the same dream too.”

“Why would you have a dream about me drowning?” Sean asked.

“Think about the dream really hard, Sean. Remember what I told you before? Dreams have a funny way of telling us how we really feel.' ”

“Oh yeah, I remember when you told me that. Right after I had this strange dream that three ghosts wanted to kill me for killing them. Three ghosts.” He stopped and stared at Darryl hard.

“I killed at least 5 people. Why did only three ghosts come to haunt me”? He still stared at Darryl hard. ”That dream felt real because it WAS real, wasn’t it, D? Those three ghosts were you, Julian, and Mario!”

Darryl lowered his head, and said, “Yes. But you deserved it. You killed at least five people and you were blackmailing J and M into this game. How’d you figure it out?”

"I figured it out because I just remembered that you hit me in my temple right after you snatched the gun out of my mouth and caused me to be unconscious. The same thing that one of the “ghosts” did to me."

“Are you mad at us?” Darryl asked.

“No. You three should be mad at me for what I did to you,” Sean said truthfully.

“Let’s get back to the dream. You were drowning, and you needed me to come help you. That could mean that you secretly need me."

Thinking about his first dream, he said, “How did you feel when I left to go to Johnson?”

Sean looked at Darryl sadly. ‘I felt like I’d lost by best friend. Oops, I had. I felt horrible when you just left me," Sean said, looking heart-broken. "You went to a school in Jacksonville! We live in Miami, D!” He said emotionally. “I remember telling you something like this in a dream, D,” he said, sounding thoughtful. “Without the “city” parts.”

“Yeah, me too,” Darryl said softly.

Sean said, “I remember apologizing for what I’d done to you in both dreams. In real life, D, I’m sorry for everything bad I’ve done to you. And you are a really good friend.”

“It’s kind of spooky that we had the same dreams, Sean,” Darryl said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, it kind of is,” Sean agreed, nodding his head. “Do you really think I’m a handful?”

“Hell yeah,” Darryl said smiling slightly. “But the weirdest part of the dream was that in the dream, we were talking to each other like we really were face to face, like we are now. We were talking as if we were talking to each other in real life. That was kind of bizarre.”

Sean said, “Yeah. I’ve never shared a dream with Julian or Mario before”, he said smiling cheekily.

“So everything we said to each other in the dreams rings true, right?” Darryl asked Sean.

“Yes.” Sean agreed.

Darryl said, “I’m going to leave now.”

He and Sean gave each other “Dap”. Sean and he smiled a “secret” smile, both knowing each other was thinking about the “Dap” they gave each other in the first dream.

Darryl and he said bye to each other, and Darryl said, ‘I’ll call you later.”

Sean said, “Okay, but no 'dream" calls, or no using "GHOST" phones either. Use an actual phone," he said with a wink and a smile.

"Okay." Darryl said. He left.

[pinchingyourballs]

Oh wow, Darryl and Sean are synched up in their dreams! Great detail about the cheeseburger hot pocket. I actually did not know hot pockets came in a variety of flavors. I thought pizza/calzone was the only flavor.

Still not sure how the whole serial killer thing has been forgotten by all the people in this story, including law enforcement.

[Tasha]

Darryl went home. He watched Sabrina The Teenage Witch. He watched the episode where she had to put Libby into a puzzle. Then he watched a Fresh Prince Of Bel Air episode where Ashley and her friends tried to joyride the car to their Girl Scouts meeting because Will, Hilary, nor Carlton wanted to drive them there.

Joyride. He smiled a little ironically as he thought about the times he had taken cars for joyrides. He thought about Mario joyriding with his dad's car. After the show was done, Darryl drove to the library and checked out some books. He checked out Gone With The Wind and Of Mice And Men.

He wanted to read some classic books in case his teachers at Johnson wanted to know if he had read any good classic books. He went home and began to read GWTW. He was so engrossed in the book, he got starlted when the phone rang. He checked the Caller ID. The phone said, "Blocked." He warily picked up the phone."Hello", he said tentatively.

"I know about you and your dark past. You never fully got pay for what you did, though being arrested was a nice start," A raspy voice on the other end said.

"Who is this?" Darryl said.

"Just a "friend" who's been watching you for a while. I watched you when you stole those cars, I watched you when you robbed houses. I watched you when you stole from stores. I watched you when you mugged people and stole people's hard-earned money."

"Leave me alone!" Darryl said frightened. "That was a long time ago and I haven't done that in over a year!" Who was this?

The voice laughed evilly. "You are an unloyal and undeserving friend, Darryl Johnson. You are a snitch. Why would you rat out your best friend, Sean Masters?"

"Sean deserved it. He killed people and got me arrested for it."

"Just remember, I'm watching you, Darryl Johnson. And don't think you're safe at that little boarding school of yours either. I'll be watching you at the Johnson school too. You're not safe anywhere." The voice laughed so chillingly, Darryl felt chills go down his spine.

The talker hung up the phone. Darryl furiously clicked the ringer to "OFF." Who the hell was that? Darryl shivered. Darryl felt like he was in some kind of stalker or horror movie. He kind of felt like Casey from Scream(Drew Barrymore), who was being stalked, but couldn't see her attacker. He wanted to call Sean. He called Sean and when they let him speak to Sean, he said, "Hey Sean. Guess what? Some guy called me and started telling me that he was watching me."

Sean said, "You really shouldn't snitch on your best friends,"

Darryl asked , "What do you mean?" Trying to play innocent.

Sean said, "So the police let you out because they couldn't find any evidence against you, huh?" He said mocking Darryl.

"Yes," Darryl said, still trying to play innocent.

"Yeah, and I'm Madonna," Sean said bitterly.

Darryl felt anger towards Sean against. "Sean, you KILLED someone and put me into trouble for it. I thought we were friends."

"Yeah, define the term "Friends." Sean said bitingly. A "friend" doesn't rat you out. Just like, "Friends don't let friends drive drunk", "Friends don't rat out other friends." Sean said coldly.

"Okay, isn't your time up, Sean?" Darryl asked bitterly.

'Yeah, it is, Sean said coldly. "Goodbye, Fink, Stool Pigeon, Snitch, Rat."

Sean hung up the phone.

[MisterV]

Darryl sobbed uncontrollably, knowing that Sean, his one true love had turned against him.

"What am I going to do now?" he wondered, cognizant of the fact that he'd be a dead man when and if Sean ever got his hands on him: time to disappear.

"I know, I'll move far away and take up a heroin habit and blow strangers to support it, just like my parents have done."

"And I think I'll get real good a blackjack, just for shits and giggles."

With his future now settled Darryl hitch hiked out of Miami, never to return...on to Las Vegas, baby...where hope goes to die and bullshit runs freely from the mouths of oafs.

[Tasha]

Darryl was miffed. How dare Sean turn on him again so quickly? He wished he could hit Sean right then.

He called Sean to tell him off. The receptionist put him through to Sean.

When Sean answered the phone, Darryl said angrily, “What the hell is your problem? I’m helping you out, Klepto,” Darryl spat out.

Sean said “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I was upset for a little while,” Sean said sheepishly.

“You mean, you’re not mad at me?”

“Are you kidding?” I’m not mad at cha.” Sean said. He sounded amicable again.

“Oh thank goodness.” Darryl said relieved.

Sean said, “So tell me about the mystery caller you were telling me about earlier.”

Darryl said, “That was scary. I didn’t even know who that was. The person knew all about my past,” Darryl said shuddering.

Sean said, “Your number is listed. Anyone can get your phone number, D.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Darryl said. “But who would call me and threaten me with my past life? I’m scared,” he confessed to Sean.

“Weren’t you scared when the cops came to arrest you? Weren’t you scared when I put the gun under your jaw?” Sean questioned.

“Yes,” Darryl replied. “What does that have to do with this?” Darryl asked perplexed.

“D, nothing happened to you in either of those situations. Just try to get to the bottom of this and you will be fine. Isn’t it times like this that you wish you were at Johnson, all safe?” Sean asked.

That sounded vastly familiar what Sean had said about Johnson.

“Sean,”………He started. Could Sean be the mysterious caller? No, it couldn’t be Sean! He screamed mentally, in denial. But then he remembered something.

“Yes?” Sean replied/prompted.

“You never wanted me to go to Johnson.” He said. “You resented me going to Johnson. In fact, you downright hated the idea of me leaving our little “group”, he said remembering.

“Yeah, so what?”

“Do you hate Johnson so much that you’d threaten me to NOT go back to Johnson?”

“I never threatened you to NOT go back to Johnson.” Sean replied.

“Yes, but would you?” Darryl asked him pointedly.

Sean was silent for a few moments. Then he spoke. “All right! I HATE the Johnson School! I wish it would close forever! I wish it would burn down!” Sean said passionately. He sounded like he was having a nervous breakdown.

“Do you hate it enough to make a threatening phone call to me?”

“No! I would never do that to you!” Sean said vehemently.

“You sure, Sean? “ He asked. “You wish I would stay down here and not go back to Jacksonville, don’t you? You don’t want me going back to the boarding school, do you?” He asked in an understanding, soft voice.

“All right! I did it. I’m sorry. I called your house and made that disturbing phone call to you. I was also upset that you had told the cop on me.” He sounded guilty. “Didn’t you realize something was up when I as myself started asking you why you, my friend, ratted me out and then called you a bad friend? The same that the “mystery” caller had said to you?”

“I’d thought about it, but hadn’t really “connected the dots together”,” Darryl confessed.

Sean said, “Can you come visit me again? I’ll tell you more. My time is going to be up soon. We get to spend much more time on the phone in the mornings and afternoons than we do for evening calls.”

Darryl said, “Okay”. He went back outside and went into his car. He drove back to the hospital and went to see Sean again.

He and Sean stared at each other for a full minute, neither of them speaking. Then Sean spoke.

“I blocked the phone number of the hospital when I called you, D. We are allowed to make outgoing phone calls if we are on good behavior,” he said with a wry smile. “I changed my voice when I spoke to you.”

Darryl understood why. Sean had been hurt when he made the phone call. He looked at Sean with compassion. “I’m not mad at you.”

“You aren’t?” Sean replied/ questioned.

“No, but you ARE the number one suspect, Sean,” he reminded him, changing the subject.

“Yeah, I know. I’m going to prison for a long time, aren’t I?” He looked at Darryl with large, frightened little boy eyes.

“Yes,” Darryl told him truthfully.

Just then, Julian and Mario came back.

“What are you guys doing here?” Sean asked.

“We called in sick,” Julian said. He fake coughed and Mario said, ‘I have a “fever” of “101 degrees,” he said winking and smiling.

Julian said softly, “You know, you’re in trouble, Sean,”

“I know,” Sean said, moaning and putting his head in his hands. Then he brightened up a little. "I told Darryl that we would play “regular” games. You want to play a final board game of Scrabble in case they come get me?” Sean asked.

“Sure” The rest of them agreed.

Sean took out the game and they all played. Darryl tried to cheat by making up completely obvious made up words.

Sean said, “No fair. You’re cheating.”

Darryl laughed and stopped making up words. Sean pouted whenever he couldn’t think of a word, though he got a couple in.. Julian and Mario were very good and Darryl did fairly okay. Finally, Julian won.

“That was fun,” Sean said happily. At least we got to play this “regular” game one last time.” Then his face got shadows as he thought about what would happen to him.

Julian said, “You know, we could hide you if the police come. Then we can help you escape from this hospital and run to Mexico."

Mario said dryly, “We live in Miami, Florida.”

Darryl said, “That’s a horrible idea. You shouldn’t run from your consequences, Sean. You need to pay for your actions. Or you’ll become a fugitive, which is worse than being a captured convict.”

“But, I’m scared,"Sean said.

Darryl said, ‘You shouldn’t run.”

Mario said, “Yeah, maybe it’s a good idea not to run.”

Julian begrudgingly agreed.

Mario looked out into the hallway. “There are police looking in different rooms!” He said excitedly.

Darryl looked at Sean and sighed. “Are you ready for the big time?” He asked. He tried to keep his voice light.

Sean shakily nodded. “Let’s all have one final group hug before I go to the slammer,” he said, also trying to sound light.

“We could still try my way before it’s too late,” Julian offered.

“Julian!” Darryl admonished him.

“Sorry,” Julian said sheepishly.

They all huddled together and had one big group hug. Sean stood in the “middle”.

“Bye, ya’ll,” Sean said, choked up.

“Bye” all three of them said in unison.

The police came into the room. “Sean Masters, we have an arrest warrant on you. You’re under arrest," One said. That one was Officer Patterson. The other one was Officer Michaels.

“Hi, Officers Patterson and Michaels!” Darryl said happily.

“Hey” They both said back.

Sean whispered in Sean’s ear, “Officer Patterson is a really nice cop. Just go with him peacefully." Sean nodded.

The officers waved their badges and Michaels waved the arrest warrant in Sean’s face.

Out loud, Darryl said, “Just go, Sean. Don’t make a run for it. Give yourself up peacefully. It’s much worse if you run.”

Sean allowed the cops to handcuff him peacefully. They read him his rights. They told him what prison he was going to.

Patterson said to Sean, “I’d never forget a face like yours.”

“Before you take him away, can you give us five minutes to say goodbye to him?” Darryl asked.

”Okay” Patterson agreed. Anything for my favorite 'suspect'".

Sean said jokingly, ‘You’d better take those five minutes and use it wisely.”

Darryl agreed. He said to Sean, “Be good, don’t drop the soap, and don’t start fights with other inmates.”

Mario said, “We’ll visit you in prison.”

Julian said, “Don’t try to escape from prison. Stay in the prison area.”

Darryl whispered in Sean’s ear, “And no more trying to commit suicide.”

Sean replied, "I won’t. I promise."

Darryl said, "And no more Crimeful games, like ‘”Let’s go give the inmates concussions”.

Sean said again, ‘I won’t. I promise.”

Sean said, “Thanks” and “goodbye” to all of them, and they said it back. As he was led out of the room by the cops, he said to Darryl, “At least they got the right guy this time.” Darryl, Mario, and Julian smiled ruefully at Sean and he smiled ruefully back at them.

The cops took Sean out of sight.


*********************
A few days later, after a short trial where Sean pleaded guilty to first degree murder, Julian, Darryl, and Mario visited him behind bars. Sean looked at them sheepishly and said, “I’m finally behind bars. He was wearing a blue jumpsuit that had an inmate number on it.

“Look at the fabulous life of prison life,” Sean said teasingly. “You get to eat gruel, you get to watch the same channel as EVERYBODY else, and you get to shower with at least 20 other guys. You also get to take a dump in front of EVERYONE. At least no one will tease you for your choice of style.” He chuckled.

Darryl said, “Sounds like a dream come true. Say, how do I get this fabulous vacation package?” He asked, teasing.

“It’s easy. All you have to do is to rob a bank or commit a crime using a gun, which you usually use to rob a bank, and you will be right here vacationing like me,” Sean said, smiling mischievously.

Julian said, “I’m glad you seem to be okay, Sean.”

Sean nodded. “Mario, did you tear up the picture I took of you?”

Mario said, “Yes. It’s confetti now. How long are you in for, pal?”

Sean gave him a disturbed, embarrassed look. “30 years.”

Darryl exclaimed, “Damn! That’s longer than I’ve been alive!”

Mario exclaimed, “That’s my whole life, plus a 13 year old’s life!”

Julian exclaimed, “You’ll be out in the year 2036! You’ll be 47 years old by the time you get out!”

Sean said, “At least my conscience is clear. Or as clear as it can be for a murder,” he said, looking at them intently. “They do give time off for good behavior, right?”

Darryl nodded and said, “Just stay good, and you might get out in 27 years!” he said like a game show host.

Mario said, “No escaping prison, young man,” he said wagging his finger at Sean playfully. To Julian he said, “And no “helping” him out of prison either,” he said, mock scolding Julian.

“I won’t, “ both of them promised.

Darryl said, “I’ll write you from Johnson”, he promised.

He saw the hurt look that Sean flashed him.

“I’m sorry, but I love that boarding school, he said apologetically to Sean. “It’s a great school, and it helped me to get my life straight.”

Sean looked down and said, “Then you’d better go back there.” He said this in a sad, but “letting go” tone.

Darryl said, “I’ll write you from Johnson and tell you all about what’s been happening there, and you can write me from prison and tell me hat’s been happening in prison life. We can be pen pals."

“Okay,” Sean agreed.

Mario said, ‘We can all be pen pals, minus Julian and I being pen pals to each other.”

All four agreed and said their goodbyes. Mario, Julian, and Darryl each went to his house.




*************************************


They all kept in touch over the years. Darryl graduated from Johnson in the top 10 with a 4.0 grade point average. He went to Harvard and got his Masters Degree in Psychiatry. Julian and Mario graduated from North Miami Senior high school and placed 70 and 100 in their senior class. They went to U.C.L.A. Julian got his Bachelor’s Degree in Dentistry. Mario got his Bachelor’s Degree in Engineering.

Darryl got married and had two kids. Julian got married and had four kids, and Mario married and had 3 kids.

Sean was released in 2030. He learned a repairing of electronics trade while he was in prison. They had a celebration reunion when he was released. Sean was hired by an electronics repairing shop that gave ex-convicts second chances. Sean was also introduced to his three friends’ families and considered an “extra” family member in each family. Sean met and dated a woman and married her a few years later. They had 2 kids.