Woah, this is REALLY twisted. And it is so weird, weirder than the last one, seriously. So be prepared.
Muhuhahaha. Oh, and it's the ending.
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I was in my bed again. I got farther the first two times, or something. Like some twisted RPG. But which game was which? And then dreams? I'm confused.

Hmm. I wonder if he ever did call. I should find out.

But how would I find out? I can't. Hm.

My mother knocks on the door.

"You are finally up, honey?"

"Yes mom."

"You have a phone call."

"I didn't hear it ring."

"Well it did, and you should really answer it."

"Who was it?"

"They didn't say."

"What did the caller ID say?"

"It was 'Line Error'."

//AN: Another one of my pet peeves. . . Sometimes not having Caller ID is better than having it. . . .//

"Ugh. Ok." I get off my bed and walk over to the phone. "Hello?"

"Uh, hi."

"Why are you calling me?"

"What does that mean?"

"I know what you did."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, like you don't know."

"What!? Why are you yelling at me?"

"For what you did to me today!"

"We haven't seen each other for 3 days."

"What?"

"I haven't seen you in three days."

"Really? Hm."

"Yeah. Are you feeling all right?"

"Um," I look around nervously. I see myself in the mirror, and I am wearing my soccer uniform. "I-I think I'll be alright."

"Sure. So, do you want to do anything today?"

"Why not. What day -is- it, by the way?"

"Friday."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yeah. Are you sure you are ok?"

"I'll be fine."

"So how about we play soccer in the park?"

I think back to my dreams. "How about not?"

"Ok, what -do- you want to do?"

"Donkey Madness!!"

"Fine. I'll grab the game and set it up, and then you come over. Right?"

"Ok. I'll bring popcorn."

"Sure. Bye."

"Bye."

I take off my soccer uniform and put on normal clothing, and take the cleats off of my feet. To double check, I look at the condition of my bed. It's practically spotless. Well, clean enough considering that I did just sleep in it.

I open the door and walk into the hallway. "Somebody give me popcorn."

"What do you want?" A female voice asks.

"Popcorn. Give it to me."

"Get it yourself."

"Fine, fine." I walk past the her and grab the popcorn from the cabinet.

After pulling out the largest one I could find, I go back to my room and get a bag. I throw the popcorn in it and run out the front door.

The train was rickety, at best, and crowded. Why do I go through all this trouble?

I think of him. Oh, yeah.

The car stops after about 20 minutes, and I release the bar I had been holding onto.

The train doors open and I push to get out. My efforts are met with curses and elbows to the ribs, but I still got out before them, didn't I?

After the short walk to his apartment building, I greet the doorman and walk up the stairs. I hate elevators.

I finally reach the right door and knock. His mother answers.

"Come on in."

I slip off my shoes and plop myself down in front of the TV. I pick up the right controller and wait for him to enter the room.

His head pops out of his bedroom doorway. "Who's there?"

"Just me."

"Hold on just a sec." He enters the room wearing a black t-shirt and blue sweat shorts.

"Hey. How much are we putting on this game?"

He sits down next to me. "I don't want to bet."

"What, afraid you are going to lose?"

"Not really. I can beat you -any day-, but I just don't feel like betting."

"You are cute when you think you are better than me." I give him a quick kiss.

"Daisuke, you do that entirely to much."

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See why I only used pronouns?
Wasn't that twisted? I warned you.
And I had to end it fluffy, one way or another. And I did! I can't live without a happy ending.