A/N: You know what I forgot? I told everyone that if anyone could figure out the Larry episode before all was revealed, they deserved a cookie. So, dancer chick1 gets herself a cookie for being able to decipher those clues of mine. This chapter may be liked it may not be, again, this is all my pure imagination. I have been grateful to not witness anything of this nature.

By the way, I said earlier that I was expecting this story to be 28-32 chapters. Yeah, I lied. With the new direction of this episode, it will be longer. This may only have two more chapters. Or three. Most likely two.

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Chapter 5: Nightmares Become Reality

~Larry~

It was finally Monday and it was, of course, gloomy as always. I was a little apprehensive to walk into the building. The nightmare still burned into my mind.

I mean, I know there is no feasible way that anything could happen. It's not like Laura or Veruca reacted rashly when they found out. They were both great about it. If they had reacted the way some people would, I would have reason to be this nervous about school.

I still managed to pull myself together and exude as much Larry Tudgeman confidence as I could muster and walked into the building. No Veruca greeting. Good sign number one. And I didn't have to talk to any teachers. Good sign number two.

But I did have to go to my locker. We'll see how that pans out. I cautiously walk over to the area my locker is in and I breathe a huge sigh of relief. There is no janitor, no cleaning solution, no dean, no crowd, no spray paint. Just my old blue locker. I felt like hugging it. Although, there was one thing that was a little out of the ordinary, but he wasn't anything new.

"Tudgeman." He scoffed as I came to my locker.

"Bryan." I rolled my eyes, preparing myself for whatever he wanted to dish out today. For some reason, he wasn't as cool as his sister, Laura. He was a senior and found great pleasure in making a mockery of Veruca and I. He tended to steer clear of Laura during school. And there wasn't much any of us could do, but take it all. It never got really bad anyhow. "And why do I get the great honor of your presence today?" I mocked.

He stepped a little uneasily, "don't fucking try that shit on me."

"Excuse you?" Did he skip some pills or something?

"I don't need to hear some lame ass pickup lines from a dude alright?"

"Lame ass pickup lines? Are you delusional?"

"No. you're just fucking crazy."

"Do you plan out the things you're going to say before you say them or is it just a big jumble of words?"

"Look, Tudgeman. Stay the fuck out of my way and don't try anything funny." Bryan's meathead's called him over. "Or else you'll pay."

"And how can you make me pay?"

"I know your little secret. Poor little Tudgeman, a fag. Figures. I always wondered why you're only friends were girls."

For some reason, this really should upset me. Scare me. I don't know. But it's not. Because it's Bryan. The kid can't do anything. And he wouldn't ever tell the whole school that because Laura would be on his ass in a millisecond.

"Alright, Bryan. I'll steer clear of you." He left and I went back to gathering my books.

The majority of the day went alright. No big run-ins with Bryan the He-Man. Well, almost none. He supposedly thought I was on his case during gym or something. We all know how this is going to go, don't we?

"Tudgeman, what did I tell you?" He stormed over to me in the locker room after class.

"To stay away from you, sir." I stifled a laugh.

"You think you're funny, huh? I can show you funny."

"You mean like an episode of 'Seinfeld'?" I asked confused.

"You're pushing it, Tudgeman. You're this close." He put two fingers semi- close to each other.

"So, I can go more?" I don't know why, but I just felt like messing with his brain a little. I obviously was not in my right mind today.

"That's it."

Yeah, no need for me to relive that moment. Needless to say, I'm now sitting in the principal's office clutching an ice pack to my swollen eye awaiting my parents' arrival. Oh, and I get to talk to the principal.

Both sets of our parents arrived at the same time, roughly. Bryan's parents came in looking pissed and started scolding right away. Mine came in and hugged me. Sometimes it pays off to not know anything about fighting.

"You can all go in now." One of the secretaries told us all a few moments after everyone was there. We obeyed and filed into the small office.

"Mr. Sangel, why don't you tell us why you chose to attack Mr. Tudgeman today?" Dr. Smith, the principal began.

"He was pissing me off." He said glaring at me.

"Did he say something? Do anything in particular to make you do this?"

"He just-he pissed me off, alright?" I tried not to laugh. He has nothing.

"Right. Mr. Tudgeman, is there anything you're like to add?" Dr. Smith turned to regard me.

"No." I replied meekly.

"Okay. Well, Mr. Tudgeman, you may go on home now. Mr. Sangel, please stay." She smiled over at me and sighed over at Bryan.

I left as fast as I could. I didn't really want to stick around. Laura later told me that he got suspended for a week. Good riddance.

"Larry, son, I'm sorry that had to happen to you. Was there any reason for any of it?" My dad came into my room later that night, asking the question, I didn't want to hear.

A/N: Well, we all know what's next. Review. Next chapter is the last chapter for our fair Larry.