Chapter 2

Kyle sipped his Freezy Freeze silently, his straw squeaking with each sip. His legs swung idly off the wall they were sat upon. Fanboy's straw did the same, continuously. In light of the events that had happened over the years, they couldn't help but share a sleep deprived, sugar induced fit of laughter.

Finally the laughter settled down, a faint smile still remaining on Kyle's face. He had not laughed in so long, genuinely and innocently laughed. He watched Fanboy out of the corner of his eye discreetly and munched on the biscuit he'd acquired in the Frosty Mart.

Fanboy seemed distant… different, he could not place the emotion on the teen's face. Normally the teen was transparent. Or was the transparency another guise?

"Why do you wear infernal thing all the time? Look, its even dry rotting." Kyle motioned to his face.

"Wull, why do you wear your cape?" Fanboy shrugged, "Doesn't it show who you are?"

"Yes, but mine is of a different status mine isn't…" made up. He paused to see the change in Fanboy's expression. It wavered just enough for him to glimpse into the real soul of the teen, "er, you know. Mine is a sign of my power and rank in the wizarding world."

Fanboy chuckled, "You got that at Wal-Mart last year in a reduced bin."

"Silence." He huffed and folded his arms over his chest. Yes, he had done that but only because his other had been destroyed when his pet got a hold of it. For some reason cape repair wasn't allotted at Milkweed because then students wouldn't have to be careful with their uniforms.

It was a stupid rule and every attendee there thought so, minus the headmaster who had set the rules, of course.

The teen chuckled again, "Sorry dude, but you did. We were with you, remember?"

"No, you two stalked me and chased after me with your arm-loads of candy." Kyle scowled.

"Oh yeah. That was a great year, me and Chum got more candy than we've ever gotten! We had three cavities from the haul, that was two more than the last year!"

"Quite." He said simply and finished his biscuit, wiping his hands together to remove any crumbs.

"I've always loved superheroes and I've always wanted to be one. I know that sounds kinda dumb now that we're older, but… It's like how some kids want to be a doctor or a soldier… I've just always wanted to be a hero to someone and keep people safe."

Kyle hadn't expected this to lead into a deep meditation. He nodded in response, unsure of what to say to that.

"Like, When me and Chum Chum would play I would always end up being the hero in everything." He toyed with his straw, bending it this way and that, "I miss that… Hey wanna see something cool?"

"Er… sure?" Kyle scooted away a little and eyed him warily. Normally anything fan boy perceived as cool was something that would either jump on him, make him vomit, or explode in his hands. Possibly all three.

"Lemme see your straw"

"What? No, its mine I need it to drink my slushy." Kyle hugged his cup away from Fanboy defensively, "Use yours."

"I can't, its been bent and it wont work if its bent. C'mooonnnn, just give it to me. I'll even let you have my straw."

Kyle stared at the saliva coated plastic with a horrified expression, "Id rather not."

Fanboy whined loudly, "Come ON You don't even like frosty freezy freeze."

"I… damn." Kyle still refused to admit he liked them, "Fine." He thrust the cup and the gleeful Fanboy, who removed the straw from the empty cup and chuckled faintly, setting it beside him.

"Now watch. My dad taught me how to do this." The masked teen rapidly twisted the ends of the straw up so that there was a small, extremely tight air pocket in the middle of the straw.

"Flick it." He turned some so Kyle could flick the middle of the straw easier.

Kyle signed and rolled his eyes, "Why?"

"Just do it or your straw will of been destroyed for nothing, and that's just ungrateful. Tsk tsk, Kyle." Fanboy shook his head.

He grumbled and flicked it. The straw snapped loudly and sounded like a firecracker. Some people stopped and looked around quickly then resumed their commute a little more cautiously.

Fanboy cackled wildly and Kyle chuckled nervously, "Y-Yes I suppose that was funny.." Kyle couldn't see what was so hilarious about an exploding straw trick… but he did enjoy it, for whatever reason…

Ugh, this idiot is probably draining my brain cells… My lord, what if the freezy freeze is numbing my mind? It's a slushy dammit! Do NOT call it a freezy freeze!

Fanboy blinked and watched Kyle curiously. He wondered if the wizard was aware that he mumbled to himself like the bag lady in the next neighborhood. He poked Kyle's side experimentally and earned a strained squeak, followed by a glare.

Kyle smoothed his look of alarm over, "I said not to touch me, you buffoon."

"You kind of started spazzing out." He grinned and pulled out his vibrating phone. Kyle briefly wondered what kind of obnoxious ring tones he had spammed throughout that phone. It was probably from Chum Chum, who more than likely had his spammed full of stupid things as well, and any moment now Fanboy would say he had to go and ditch him for the younger of the three like he always would.

He was jealous. And angry.

"Aw, sorry Kyle I gotta go. My dad wants me to help em clean out the garage. They're movin', isn't that cool? I get the house all to myself."

"What?" Now that he thought about it, he had never met Fanboy's parents.

"Yeah, they live right below the fan lair. Not anymore though, they're moving over to Cedar."

"The one with the bag lady?"

"Yup, that's the one. If you want you can come help." Fanboy nudged him playfully, "On second thought you get exhausted eating an apple so that's probably not a good idea."

Kyle was offended, "I do NOT."

"Yeah you do, after lunch every day you look totally wore out. Well, if you change your mind you know where it is. See ya later Kyle." He pushed off the wall and took off down the street, his tattered and patched up cape fluttering behind him.

Kyle stared after him a moment before returning his gaze to the ground. He signed and hopped off the wall. He made a face of confusion and touched the seat of his pants. Why was his cape sticking to- he sat in gum.

"Of course."