I do not own Fanboy and Chum Chum, only this fic. Rated T for angst, slash, and all the other dramatic goodies people love to burst out of these things :3 Beginning's a bit slow.

That absurd outfit, those ridiculous teeth that protruded over his large lips. His slight chin and awkward, lanky build were only enhanced by a pair of large ears that stuck out straight from his head from years of wearing an insidious purple mask. He'd been wearing it for years, even his friend Chum Chum had grown board with the whole super hero escapade. He remembered that had crushed Fanboy and he'd been gone from school for two weeks to sulk. That had been the longest two weeks of his life since he'd been forced to move here.

Though he looked no better, his teeth jutted just as far, if not more, and were further emphasized by being glammed up with heavy metal braces. He had begged for the clear plastic kind you slip onto your teeth so he wouldn't look more awkward than he already did. Denied, of course.

Sure he had powerful spells tucked away in his Wal-Mart robe, but he had no friends at all. His elf was never kind nor were any of the other beasts he summoned up. Occasionally there were some but they turned out to just be creepy and stalkerish. Kyle was indeed very alone in this world. It was something he had grown to accept as one does that they will one day perish from this earth. He hoped that his departure would be sooner than most.

Their winter break had began yesterday. Joy, a whole week to sit at home. He was bored with his books and spells. He had mastered everything and he was unable to purchase any new materials to further his studies. He was stuck attempting to be a normal child… though he had no normal things. There were no model planes or cars, no video games or cards or sports balls to distract himself. No computer to chat with his nonexistent friends…

He sighed and rolled over in bed, pushing his auburn locks from his eyes. Puberty was not being kind to him. His face was currently pockmarked and his stature was best compared to a stick bug, long lanky and awkwardly uncoordinated. Despite his rapid growing he was now the shortest in the class next to Chum Chum, and that wasn't saying much. Kyle had been, reluctantly, noticing the short boy more. He was hefty, but no where near as portly as he had once been. Muscular is the proper term, maybe even "built" perhaps. Puberty ADORED him, and Kyle hated him for it. Chum Chum was adorable, perfect skin and his teeth already been corrected. He was funny, confident, and the star football player in their middle school. Kyle had been alarmed to hear that the tub of pudding he used to know was now even better versed than he was in academics. Kyle's grades had began to slip last year when everything began to change..

But he preferred not to dwell on those matters. They only further depressed him.

The wizard scooted out of his bed, swinging his long thin legs over the edge and slipping his feet into his maroon fuzzy slippers. The teen stood up and stretched, joints cracking unhappily at being made to move so early after such a late night. He sighed contently and a goofy smile overcame his face. There's nothing like a good stretch.

Kyle shuffled off into the hall, to the bathroom. He did his normal routine, use the lavatory, wash his hands, shower, brush his teeth, shower because he felt dirty after dribbling toothpaste foam on himself, and get dressed finally. Everything he encountered was spotless and clean, it had to be clean or it was untouchable and that was simply something Kyle could not have. He growled in frustration as his shirt has touched the edge of the toilet rim. It was filthy now. He tore it off himself and washed his hands, then put on a clean shirt. He looked at the clock. That only took him two hours, a new record for him. He signed and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Kyle made a face at himself as he often did when seeing his reflection. Hideous monsters were supposed to make funny faces, he would already reason with himself. It wasn't so much his FACE as it was his teeth. He was excitedly waiting the 16th of next December. He was supposed to be rid of them then.

The red-head chuckled and turned out the light.

"Right then… hrm.." Once downstairs he pilfered through the cabinets for a possible breakfast. There wasn't really anything to chose from. Infact there wasn't anything in there but an old jar of peanut butter and a small mouse nibbling on what appeared to be the remnants of a stale cracker. He sighed and his face dropped to his usual scowl ,teeth jutting out to a ridiculously exaggerated amount. "Fine. Have it your way."

He put on his long coat and boots and stepped outside. It wasn't as cold as he was used to this year. Probably the damn global warming his school kept cramming down everyone's throats. Sure, he cared about the polar bears but he went to school to… actually.. Why DID he go to school other than he was forced to? He was far ahead of his grade level, he was just lazy now. And that is what he would only allow himself to believe. Laziness was much better than stupidity.

Kyle glared at the ground while he trudged along in the slow flurries. The sky matched his mood: Grey, dismal, distant, what have you. He heaved another sigh when he saw a familiar purple in the distance.

"Of course." He muttered under his breath and braced himself for impact. There was no where he could go, he was not about to risk getting smashed by a car to avoid a confrontation with Fanboy… Then again, would that really be such a bad thing? He entertained the ideas of car accidents, what it would feel like to be squished in two and lay there on the side of the road, whimpering in agony, pleading, then being forgotten there to rot over the next 3 months. Much like his dog last summer. Stupid dog.

He blamed himself.

These ideas distracted him from the reality that was about to -

Kyle grunted and slipped backwards, as did the obstacle he had been hoping to avoid. He hated what Fanboy's presence did to him.

The red-head put on his best disinterested scowl, "Oh its you. Why are you outside with no coat on, you imbecile. Are you TRYING to kill yourself?"

The teen was distracted with his own thoughts. Kyle stared at him a moment before asking, keeping the concern out of his voice, "Did you hit your head too hard?"

Fanboy looked up," What? Oh. Hey Kyle! Wow can you believe all the snow we're gonna get tonight?" He laughed and hoisted the disgruntled Kyle up to his feet. Kyle had heard nothing about snow and raised his eyebrow in question, wiping his hand on his coat.

"Yeah, we're supposed to get a shitload of snow! I can't wait. Too bad school still isn't in session, snowy days off are great but snowy snow days are even better. Hey, I was on my way to the Frosty Mart to get a frosty freezy freeze. You wanna come with me?"

Kyle made a face, "Why on earth would you drink a slushy in the winter?"

"First off, it's a freezy freeze, NOT just a slushy. And why not? They're best in winter cause they get even frostier and freezier." Fanboy practically salivated right there at the thoughts of the sweet cold drink he had basically deemed god.

Kyle thought it over. He WAS hungry and they had breakfast muffins around this time of day…

"Fine, I'll go." He said finally and pulled his jacket around his exposed neck more.

"Awesome! And awayyy we go." Fanboy grabbed Kyle's arm and dashed down the street with him, or at least he started to. Kyle pulled away roughly like Fanboy's touch was corrosive acid. His voice came out more harshly than he'd like," DON'T touch me. Ever."

He instantly regretted it, seeing the faint sting of hurt on Fanboy's face, "Yeah sure dude. Don't gotta get so pissy about it. Come on."

Kyle sighed and they walked to the frosty mart in silence for a ways. They had never been friends, though they had known each other for three years now, had been in all the same classes, and even had the same interests. Kyle would never allow it to happen, he couldn't trust he wouldn't harm one of them let alone how his feelings would react.

Being starving for companionship warps the mind.

Kyle cleared his throat and broke the silence, "Why are you up so early? Don't you normally sleep in on days off?"

"We vampires have to travel when its cloudy, right?" Fanboy shrugged. Kyle rolled his eyes, he did NOT want to get back on that topic ever again.

"Riiight…"

"That's probably why you keep covering your neck up, afraid I'll try and get a free nibble." Fanboy grinned.

Kyle raised his eyebrow and shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"Haha. I dunno I just felt like getting some good morning air." He smiled and inhaled deeply, "Mmm, nothing like the smell of frozen garbage and smog floating in the air to really make you wanna take another nose full."

"Oh yes." Kyle chuckled sarcastically, "I don't think I can wait another moment."

They shared a few more awkward jokes and some laughs before arriving at the Frosty Mart.

"Aw man." Fanboy exclaimed miserably at the "Closed" sign. Kyle peered around Fanboy to look at the sign, then squinted so he could see into the dark store. He hated the two people that worked there, lazy rude slobs who had no right to steal a job from someone who might actually need it, "They're in there, they're just being the disgusting urchins they are." He pushed the door open and it jingled. Cold air hit him like a hammer and he instantly withdrew into his coat as much as possible.

Fanboy stepped inside, taking Kyle with him and not touching him as asked.

"C'mon, I'll show you how me and Chum Chum do it." He dashed over to the machine. Kyle's ear perked some. Why wasn't Chum Chum tagging along like he always did? Perhaps they'd had another fight?

He shuffled over to the machine as instructed and made a noise of alarm when his head was forced down to lay on the shelf and his mouth pried open. Pink slushy mix poured down his throat and chilled him to the bone, not to mention gave him a hell of a headache.

"Argh! Get OFF me!" He pushed Fanboy away from him and smacked his lips. He smiled then caught himself, "That was awful, I don't see how you drink that everyday!"

"Aww, c'mon Kyle I know you like it EVERYONE likes Freezy Freezes." Fanboy shoved his head under the blue side and helped himself to a mouthful of the slushy.

"Well apparently I'm not lumped into that rats nest." He folded his arms over his chest and glared with disinterest. He had adored the taste but he didn't want Fanboy to know he actually enjoyed the sugar-laiden nectar, "You've ruined my appetite with that bile, too."

Fanboy wiped his mouth and smiled. His teeth were stained blue.

He looks ridiculous. Kyle thought to himself. I wish he would smile at me like that more often…

"Soooo… I guess you'll just have to have a freezy freeze to-"

"Keep myself from vomiting with the aftertaste it leaves? Fine."

Fanboy chuckled, "Sure. What flav-"

"Blue."

"Ah, great call that's my favorite kind. Or pink. Or blue."

"Perhaps you should try mixing them." Kyle shrugged. Fanboy stared at him, mouth agape like he had announced Man-Artica was going to be his new roommate, "Er… what?"

"MIX the two together? Kyle!" Fanboy shook him by his shoulders, "that's GENIUS!"

Kyle growled and removed his hands like they were filthy garbage. They were, "I know that. It's a shame your just realizing this."

Fanboy fumbled with his cup excitedly and poured an equal amount of each into the same cup, stirring it with the straw. He looked at it like a mother does her newborn child before sipping it.

"Mmm! …mggg…." He wrinkled his nose and swallowed the mixture reluctantly, "Woahhh, scratch the genius part, Kyle. That was gross."

He went to pour it out and Kyle swiped it from him, "you ingrate, how dare you waste food." He took a sip off it without realizing he was supposed to hate them, "Hm…"

He found the flavours strong and neither overbearing. It was perfect, "It's alright, it's still slop but it tastes better than the others."

"Eh, it's all yours buddy." He made a face at the cup then got himself a blue freezy freeze. Kyle couldn't help but be a little offended at the look of disgust he had been given. The child had once had mushrooms growing off him because he refused to bathe for Christ's sake.

Oh stop being so dramatic and enjoy your damned slushy. He told himself.

End chapter one.