It's early in the morning and school will start in a few minutes. Kyle is on his way to his locker to get his books for the upcoming class. He looks more unhappy than usually. Why, you may ask? Well because it's Valentines Day is coming up soon, that's why. Around him, he sees a lot of couples being all lovey-dovey. It's not because Kyle don't like Valentines Day or anything, he's just sick of never having a date himself. he has never really been the most talkative guy.
He sees some girls making a big deal out of one of them being asked to the valentines party next sunday. Then again, girls can make a big deal out of everything.
As the red haired boy makes it to his locker, he opens it as usual, though this wasn't quite what usually would happen. Two envelopes fall out and float calmly to the cold floor.
Kyle tilts his head to the side in confusion. "Why on earth would anyone give me letters?" he wonders and picks them up to examine them closer. He is slightly excited that someone gave him letters. Nobody ever gave him anything.
"No. Don't get too full of yourself. They must have been put in the wrong locker. Yes thats it. No one would ever give YOU letters" his expression goes from nervous and startled, to slightly disappointed as he thinks this to himself.
He turns the letters to see if they're addressed to someone specific and freezes as he sees his own name written on both letters, one of the two a bit more clumsy handwriting and the other a very artistic one.
Kyles train of confused thoughts gets interrupted as he hears two too familiar voices call out to him. He looks past his locker door and sees the source of the voices and just like he guessed, there they were, Fanboy and Chum Chum. Probably the two most stubborn idiots of the whole school and that, by the way, does say a lot.
Kyle quickly hides the letters in between his necronomicon. As if he would ever let those two ninnies see the letters. He would never hear the end of it.
The wizard just turns away from the still approaching hero wannabes , as if he hadn't heard them.
"Hey Kyle wait up", Fanboy calls out again, while he and Chum Chum runs up to either side of Kyle.
Kyle gives a heavy sigh and hisses out, "what do you want?".
"Just thought we could go to class together", Fanboy explains with his usual goofy smile.
"Soooo, have any of you got a date for next week's Valentines party?", Chum Chum asks curiously.
"No, not yet" Fanboy answers with a sad frown, but still with his usual smile.
"You're going to ask Yo, right?", the green and purple hero asks his sidekick excitedly.
"Actually . . ." the little brunet says nervously while scratching the back of his head. "She already asked me to go with her." the boy said with a faint blush on his round cheeks
"That's awesome buddy." Fanboy exclaims, even more excited as he ruffles his little pals hair."What about you Kyle?" Fanboy asks, now with his attention on the red haired boy, between them.
"Huh?" Kyle, who hasn't been paying attention to their conversation, snapped now out of it and looked up at the, slightly taller hero.
"Have you got a date for the Valentines party? Or maybe even a love letter?" he asks the boy again. Sounding maybe a bit too excited and curious on the matter.
A small blush creeps up on the wizard's freckled face by the thought of the two letters in his book, but neither Fanboy or Chum Chum seems to notice.
He don't want them to know of course, so he just answers with a simple;"no, I haven't."
"Then why don't you come over to the fanlair that evening next week, when the party begins? We could have a movie night." Fanboy asks just as excited. For a moment it looks like Kyle is considering the offer, but then says, "no thanks, I have a lot of new spells I need to learn". lifting the book in his hand as to show what he means.
By now the whole town knows that Kyle, (and Sigmund for that matter), are in fact real wizards.
"Oh, okay. But if you change your mind, let me know." Fanboy says, first kind of disappointed, but quickly changes his face to a smile.
"Sure, whatever", Kyle just says in his normal irritated tone, not really paying attention.
They had by now reached their class and walks in quickly just in time before the bell rings.
Kyle wasn't paying much attention to Mr. Mufflin's class. He couldn't help but think of the two letters hidden in his necronomicon. He didn't want to read them before he got home, in case two hero's would come and see them. It's hard, but he is patient. He just kept spaced out till the bell would ring.
Finally after over five hours of, not listening to the boring lessons and not listening to Fanboy and Chum Chum rambling about random stuff at lunch, the bell rings for the last time that day.
Kyle grabs his stuff and rushes out the door, before the two other boys get the chance to follow or distract him further. He locks his books in his locker and hurries home.
When Kyle get home, he almost runs to his room, grabs the letters from his book and throws himself flat on his stomach on his bed. He examines the envelopes once again to see if they really were for him. Just like he saw last time, there was written "for Kyle" on both of them.
"Well, they're obviously not from the same person" Kyle mutters to himself. His observation was true. The envelopes had different textures and one of them was sealed with a small, heart shaped sticker, whereas the other was sealed with the Milkweed logo.
Kyles thoughts were flowing through his mind. "Whyever would anyone from Milkweed write to ME, and why not just send it to my mailbox instead of putting it in my locker?! So troublesome."
The only person he even still remembers the name of is Sigmund and a couple of the teachers, and of course the counselor.
The thought about having gotten a letter from the counselor made Kyle excited. Maybe they'd let him back in Milkweed. Kyle smiled slightly to himself and decided to open that one first. He found his letter knife and carefully cut the envelope open. The letter was handwritten with black ink. The smell was very familiar to Kyle and he inhaled it with delight.
A very old fashioned and familiar handwriting was curling across the paper, and forming the words;
Dear Kyle
We've know each other for many years now. We've had good and bad times, well mostly bad for you and good for me, but you have to understand that I couldn't let you get too confident. Through all these years I've made sure that no one but me would get near you, but since you moved I haven't been able to control it and now you actually have friends.
I am going to travel to Galaxy Hills and finally claim you as my own and no one shall get in my way.
Sincerely your arch nemesis and soon to be much much more,
Sigmund the Sorcerer
Kyle felt a shiver crawl up his spine and make the small hairs on the back of his neck the further he read. He had known Sigmund for many years, but he had never gotten the impression of the Sorcerer being possessive of him ever. He knew that the german was used to getting what he wanted, and the thought scared Kyle. He took a few minutes to take the new information in before sitting up. He accidentally knocks the other envelope on the floor and makes a slight jump. "Oh, I almost forgot about the other."
He puts the paper in his hands on his bedside table and picks the one on the floor up. He rips off the small sticker and proceeds to take out the paper and read it.
Dear Kyle
You are like the sun that brightens up my day.
Without you, I feel so dark and alone.
I might always seem happy and joyful to you,
but i'm only trying to make you smile.
You always seem so down and gloomy.
I'd do anything just to make you laugh.
Please don't be sad all the time.
I'll always be there if you need someone to listen to you.
He could now feel hes cheeks getting hot from blushing. This was so humiliating. How could he not have noticed that someone at his school had these strong emotions for him? It was really embarrassing, as he prided himself of being observant and notice small things that people normally wouldn't notice. But who on earth could it be? None of the girls had ever shown any sign of interest in him, which only made the wizards thoughts run more wild. "What if this wasn't from a girl?! What if this too was a boy that fancied him?! NO! Don't make hasty conclusions. You don't know that yet. She might just be shy."
Kyle couldn't stop thinking and thinking that night.