Daring Dylan
This is all we got now.
Because I can't be assed to find my old one! And that one was mainly my dolls, this is going to be mostly writing. These are all unedited, by the way (so pointing out typos, spelling/grammar errors, and double words be awesome). The edited versions go onto fictionpress. Which currently has none of my stories because I'm too lazy to edit. >.>
So the first thing I'm posting is for a prompt. If you want to do them, here:
And so, here is my first prompt.
Disclaimer: All written content is (C) Copyright 2010 Devon K. Ryley. All rights reserved.
Author: Devon K. Ryley
Title: Beginnings
Characters: Daryl Holland, Derek Stewart, Issac Stewart, Jacob Holland II
Genre: Fluff, friendship
Warnings: None, besides little kids being cute 8D
Prompt Number: One
They had met at a birthday party in 1997 on Saturday, August 23rd. They were both playing in the bounce house when one of them decided it would be funny to push the other, but he hadn't been expecting that the other little boy would punch him back and stomp-bounce out. He followed out, tears welling in his dark brown eyes, and ran towards his own father, where he told on the little blond kid to his father.
He remembered his father walking over to the other boy's father and talking to him. The other man – who had the same blond hair as his son – nodded apologetically and brought his son over towards him where he had to say he was sorry.
“Sorry,” he had said, rubbing his foot in the dirt and staring at a worm that was writhing on it.
He, of course, didn't say anything, just merely rubbed his sore arm and glared at the other boy.
“Well?”
He looked up at his father and sighed.
“It's okay,” he replied, watching the other boy intently.
The boy's father looked at him.
“If it makes you feel any better, Derek won't be getting any dessert for the rest of the week.”
He smiled. That did make him feel better. The other boy, however, snapped his head up, his mouth hanging wide open. He looked at his father, shaking his head violently.
“Come on, son,” Derek's father said, grabbing his son's arm.
Derek followed, but looked at him as he did, mouthing the words “I hate you forever, you poopie-head!” as he did.
“Come on, Daryl,” his own father said. “We need to pick your brother up.”
Daryl smiled and took his father's hand, walking with him to the car.
Two weeks later on Tuesday, September 2nd, the two boys had met again. Only this time at the elementary school in their kindergarten class. Derek ducked his head under his table when he saw the brunette walk in with his father. Watching him from under the table he saw Daryl walk around the room and take a seat at a table with a bunch of girls. Derek couldn't help but think how brave the other was, because everyone knew about the deadly cootie virus girls had.
When he was sure it was safe, he resurfaced and focused his attention out the window, watching the older kids walk by until the bell rang and the teacher called them to pay attention. She took roll (Derek felt hurt than his name was close to last to being called and the other boy's name was one of the first) and told them to draw what they expected to learn during the year.
He picked up a light blue crayon and a piece of paper from the middle of the table and started drawing. He didn't really know what the teacher meant by that, so he settled on drawing a picture of his mom, dad, and his two year old baby sister. He was snapped out of his drawing by someone tapping on his shoulder. He turned around and looked up.
And gasped.
The boy that was responsible for him losing a week of dessert was standing in front of him, hands on his hips as he smiled down at him.
“Hi!” he said cheerfully.
Derek didn't say anything.
“My name's Daryl. Yours is Derek, right?”
Still, he said nothing.
“Can I call you 'Blondie'?” he asked, smiling, and Derek noticed he was missing his two front teeth, but he still didn't reply.
“What are you drawing?”
Derek turned around and scribbled all over his paper, then turned around to show it to Daryl.
“Your face!” Derek said triumphantly.
Daryl took the drawing and smiled. And then he laughed.
After a minute of him laughing he handed the paper back to Derek.
“I like you,” he said, and he kissed Derek on the mouth.
His eyes went wide when he pulled back and smiled that smile again.
“We're going to be best friends forever, I just know it!” Daryl said, grabbing him and dragging him to his own table.
Derek was sure this was going to be the beginning of an interesting friendship.
And he couldn't have been more right.
So the first thing I'm posting is for a prompt. If you want to do them, here:
1) Beginning 2) Obsession 3) Company 4) Dreams 5) Pirate
6) Passions 7) The First Time 8) Opposites 9) Growing Up 10) Drowning
11) Rejection 12) Anger 13) Sea Glass 14) Dusk 15) Fight or Flight
16) Skeletons in the Closet 17) Six Feet Under 18) Tourist 19) Eternity 20) Vanishing
21) Creative Visualization 22) New Growth 23) Flash Flood 24) Stars 25) Gunshot
26) Innocent 27) Over the Moon 28) Thin Ice 29) Smoke 30) Fog
31) Ocean 32) Fire 33) Darkness 34) Night Light 35) Compromise
36) Fantasy 37) Magic 38) Masked 39) Hero 40) Off-Balance
41) Forget 42) Memories 43) Pearly Gates 44) Bull**** 45) Colored
46) Embrace 47) Family 48) Out of the Blue 49) Home Stretch 50) Challenge
51) 50/50 52) Time Travel 53) Locked 54) Treasure Map 55) Lost
56) Help! 57) Twenty-Four Hours 58) Abandon Ship 59) Paralyzed 60) Criminal
61) Desert 62) Fortune 63) Apocalypse 64) Dancing 65) City Lights
66) Skyline 67) Flying 68) Feathers 69) Underage 70) Golden Years
71) Revenge 72) Assassin 73) Holding Hands 74) Take One For The Team 75) Alone
76) Peace 77) War 78) Freedom 79) Global 80) Extinct
81) Wounded 82) Breathe 83) Head Over Heels 84) Country 85) Volcanic
86) Houdini 87) Unconscious 88) Adventure 89) Starting Over 90) Twins
91) Open Heart 92) Welcome 93) Daring 94) Trapped 95) Crocodile
96) Music 97) Unreal 98) Olympian 99) Forgiveness 100) Ending
6) Passions 7) The First Time 8) Opposites 9) Growing Up 10) Drowning
11) Rejection 12) Anger 13) Sea Glass 14) Dusk 15) Fight or Flight
16) Skeletons in the Closet 17) Six Feet Under 18) Tourist 19) Eternity 20) Vanishing
21) Creative Visualization 22) New Growth 23) Flash Flood 24) Stars 25) Gunshot
26) Innocent 27) Over the Moon 28) Thin Ice 29) Smoke 30) Fog
31) Ocean 32) Fire 33) Darkness 34) Night Light 35) Compromise
36) Fantasy 37) Magic 38) Masked 39) Hero 40) Off-Balance
41) Forget 42) Memories 43) Pearly Gates 44) Bull**** 45) Colored
46) Embrace 47) Family 48) Out of the Blue 49) Home Stretch 50) Challenge
51) 50/50 52) Time Travel 53) Locked 54) Treasure Map 55) Lost
56) Help! 57) Twenty-Four Hours 58) Abandon Ship 59) Paralyzed 60) Criminal
61) Desert 62) Fortune 63) Apocalypse 64) Dancing 65) City Lights
66) Skyline 67) Flying 68) Feathers 69) Underage 70) Golden Years
71) Revenge 72) Assassin 73) Holding Hands 74) Take One For The Team 75) Alone
76) Peace 77) War 78) Freedom 79) Global 80) Extinct
81) Wounded 82) Breathe 83) Head Over Heels 84) Country 85) Volcanic
86) Houdini 87) Unconscious 88) Adventure 89) Starting Over 90) Twins
91) Open Heart 92) Welcome 93) Daring 94) Trapped 95) Crocodile
96) Music 97) Unreal 98) Olympian 99) Forgiveness 100) Ending
And so, here is my first prompt.
Disclaimer: All written content is (C) Copyright 2010 Devon K. Ryley. All rights reserved.
Author: Devon K. Ryley
Title: Beginnings
Characters: Daryl Holland, Derek Stewart, Issac Stewart, Jacob Holland II
Genre: Fluff, friendship
Warnings: None, besides little kids being cute 8D
Prompt Number: One
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Prompt One
Beginning
Prompt One
Beginning
They had met at a birthday party in 1997 on Saturday, August 23rd. They were both playing in the bounce house when one of them decided it would be funny to push the other, but he hadn't been expecting that the other little boy would punch him back and stomp-bounce out. He followed out, tears welling in his dark brown eyes, and ran towards his own father, where he told on the little blond kid to his father.
He remembered his father walking over to the other boy's father and talking to him. The other man – who had the same blond hair as his son – nodded apologetically and brought his son over towards him where he had to say he was sorry.
“Sorry,” he had said, rubbing his foot in the dirt and staring at a worm that was writhing on it.
He, of course, didn't say anything, just merely rubbed his sore arm and glared at the other boy.
“Well?”
He looked up at his father and sighed.
“It's okay,” he replied, watching the other boy intently.
The boy's father looked at him.
“If it makes you feel any better, Derek won't be getting any dessert for the rest of the week.”
He smiled. That did make him feel better. The other boy, however, snapped his head up, his mouth hanging wide open. He looked at his father, shaking his head violently.
“Come on, son,” Derek's father said, grabbing his son's arm.
Derek followed, but looked at him as he did, mouthing the words “I hate you forever, you poopie-head!” as he did.
“Come on, Daryl,” his own father said. “We need to pick your brother up.”
Daryl smiled and took his father's hand, walking with him to the car.
~*~
Two weeks later on Tuesday, September 2nd, the two boys had met again. Only this time at the elementary school in their kindergarten class. Derek ducked his head under his table when he saw the brunette walk in with his father. Watching him from under the table he saw Daryl walk around the room and take a seat at a table with a bunch of girls. Derek couldn't help but think how brave the other was, because everyone knew about the deadly cootie virus girls had.
When he was sure it was safe, he resurfaced and focused his attention out the window, watching the older kids walk by until the bell rang and the teacher called them to pay attention. She took roll (Derek felt hurt than his name was close to last to being called and the other boy's name was one of the first) and told them to draw what they expected to learn during the year.
He picked up a light blue crayon and a piece of paper from the middle of the table and started drawing. He didn't really know what the teacher meant by that, so he settled on drawing a picture of his mom, dad, and his two year old baby sister. He was snapped out of his drawing by someone tapping on his shoulder. He turned around and looked up.
And gasped.
The boy that was responsible for him losing a week of dessert was standing in front of him, hands on his hips as he smiled down at him.
“Hi!” he said cheerfully.
Derek didn't say anything.
“My name's Daryl. Yours is Derek, right?”
Still, he said nothing.
“Can I call you 'Blondie'?” he asked, smiling, and Derek noticed he was missing his two front teeth, but he still didn't reply.
“What are you drawing?”
Derek turned around and scribbled all over his paper, then turned around to show it to Daryl.
“Your face!” Derek said triumphantly.
Daryl took the drawing and smiled. And then he laughed.
After a minute of him laughing he handed the paper back to Derek.
“I like you,” he said, and he kissed Derek on the mouth.
His eyes went wide when he pulled back and smiled that smile again.
“We're going to be best friends forever, I just know it!” Daryl said, grabbing him and dragging him to his own table.
Derek was sure this was going to be the beginning of an interesting friendship.
And he couldn't have been more right.