A apple pie for Dolly Parton and the 15 interestingly strange homosexuals

The introduction

This story was not really written for anyone besides me because self-love comes first. This was only written by me because fuck you all y'all some fake ass friends and I hate you. Y'all don't give a shit about me ... all right uhm... I got a bit carried away ignore that. I don't really mean that. I guess it doesn't matter because no one reads my silly ass stories unless I make 'em.

Dolly Parton once said "Berry pie, a berry pie I'm going to make him a berry pie I want to be the apple of his eyes But I'm going to make a berry pie" in her song berry pie. Today was nice autumn afternoon. HI, you may or may not know me. I'm just your average Loney guy. The boy that sits at the table next to yours, I live a couple blocs away my name might be or might not be keivn because you can't quite Rember. Your mind is already full of the names and faces of much cuter and much funnier guys like Justan. FUCK YOU JUSTAN! The frigid air blew through my short hair a few leaves following suit. SEPTEMBER 26th 2024 4:30 PM on top middle, under was filled with dolling nearcations while the rest of the space was saved for a stock image of money. I typed in my passcode for my iPhone 13. 572113, then my chilly fingers pressed tenderly on the screen prompting the opening of Pokémon go. The blue light covered the screen shortly followed by the festive autumn loading screen. 30 seconds passed before I could indulge myself nicely with the over world map and bright visuals. Two Pokémon were already on screen.
"Just two rattatas...." I sighed to myself as i stared to head to my local park. There was no point in catching the oshwat seeing as i already had its final evolution much less the fact I had two. There were always better Pokémon at the lake though, so I did not really care. I caught both Pokémon anyway though and traded them in for some candy. I played Pokémon go every single day. Dolly Parton once said "Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can." in her song Jolen released in oct 15, 1973. Meny years before I was born sadly. Her songs always had a way of making me feel better and today was no different. " Jolene,.. Jolene ..., Jolene..., Jolene... I'm begging you please don't take my man.." I stared to sing softly under my breath. Deep inside of me i prayed None of the old men and young girls nearby could hear me. My sweatpants weren't enough to keep out the frigid wind so i stared to shiver. My sliver chain absorbing the cold and chilling my neck.
The days seemed to merge. My memories are foggy and dim. Everday felt the same because they were in a sense. wake up at 6:30 for school, go to school, say some stupid stuff, go home, go on a walk, and then go to sleep. Talking to my friends at school was the highlight of the day but even they bore me most of the time. Starting petty fights among each other and recently seemed to mock the way I speak. I'm sure they mean no harm but little stuff like that tends to get under my skin. Most days I wish they would call me an annoyance or any other slew insults so I could ditch them for
good, but nothing ever comes close. Not even friendly teasing. Not to mention at home I'm a nobody. Today was not anything new and was just like all the others.
Most of the time these facts bother me but today I didn't mind. There was always tomorrow to bring on change. It was 6:30 when I started to head home. The sun had set a few hours ago but I usually enjoy my night walks a lot more than my day walks. Dog walkers me. Leaves still danced around the street same as they did in the sun light. The scent of freshly smoked weed filled the air. It was good stuff too. I was about to enter a short cut when a branch from a nearby tree came loose and knocked the wind out of me. It was quite unexpected and prompted a quick gasp to escape my lips. I was not the type to scream. I got my bearings and got up shortly afterwords and glanced at the time.
"IT'S 6:58 ALREADY!?" I cried. I knew my mom would be EXTREMELY disappointed in me if I arrived home late, so I stared to book it. I ran really slow for someone my age but I ran anyway. But alast my efforts amounted in nothing. But to my shock and horror I was 2 minutes too late. My mom pulled up in the driveway.
"why aren't you home on time????" my mom said as she rolled down the window.
"I'm sorry please don't be mad!" I cried the last thing i wanted to be was grounded. How was grounded. How was i supposed to listen to dolly Parton without my phone.
"you know the rules young man give me the phone." my mother demanded as she held her hand out. I reluctantly gave her my phone. I went inside defeated if i was only a bit faster.. Now I'll have to deal with my loneness instead distracting myself with the help of 9 to 5 by dolly Parton of course. Her music always makes all the pain go away. Every time I listen to it I feel like I'm right next to her just sitting and enjoying her company. I always had a soft spot for older woman.... well more like they had a soft spot for me. My grandma always made sure I ate enough when I was going on hunger strikes. my grandmothers could in no nice terms be described as a old mean witches but she was nicer then me then anyone my age could in no nice terms be described as a old mean witches but she was nicer then me then anyone my age could ever dream off. I'm a spoiled city boy and nothing less then that but she still treated my kindly even when all i did was complain. It's been a few years since I've seen my grandma's and i miss all 3 of them. They aren't dead they just live far away. I slouched at the end of the dinner table. The unseasoned pasta on my plate looked like anything expect appetizing.
"Sorry I had a big lunch I'm stuffed mom." was my go-to excuse to get out of dinner. I laid on my bed silently since I did not have my phone.
"ugh.... what am I supposed to do read??" but the loneness stared kicking in. 'god dam it! Okay despite times call for despite measures." I stood up off my bed with as much detitanation as i did trying to get my family to download among us back in 2020. "Alright how'd it go again....? oh yeah! Tumble outta of bed And I stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and yawn and stretch and try to come to life!~" I thrusted forward with much force to cast the sadness out of my body like an exorcism. An exorcism for my diagnosed depression. This took longer than I would have hoped due to my gummy vitamins being in low stock. I always forgot to ask for more until the container was empty. A grave error i came to deeply regret, especially now. Come on don't let them see you "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SCREAMING ITS 1 in the morning?!" My mother demanded
"Oh i must've lost track of the time..." I sighed
"GO TO BED IMMEDIATELY YOUNG MAN!" Mother yelled
After around 30 minutes she left and I went to bed. After all tomorrow was still a school day.