Haai peepz! Welcome to my first uploaded fic. It's disgustingly cliche and you're gonna read it anywayz and youre gonna love it. Right off the bat I wanna make it clear that I only type LIEK DIS in the intro and title portionz, the actual story is… slightly more literate.
I can't tell you how long this'll be, or how often it'll be updated. I'm hoping 2 keep it short, only a few chaperz, and update whenever a chapter is finished. I'm writing this in Google Docs so I can work on it on my phone in school if needed.
This story takez place a few yearz into the future. They're all in ~high school~ now, and ofc look different. Visualz of these designz are on my Deviantart (xxhematemesisxx) but it's not really necessary 2 the story that you know exactly what they look like, since an explanation kinda got written in by itself, lolz.
Boring bitz over! Grab your action figurez, comic bookz, and frosty freezy freezez, and let's get a motherfuckin BRAAAIINNN FRREEEEEEZZZEEE!
He took his mask off in the Frosty Mart parking lot yesterday. We were sitting on the curb, sipping the new Frosty Freezy Freeze flavors from our cups, and he said it was feeling tight around his head. Chum Chum had said something about not having that problem, because of the way his mask is shaped, I believe? I wouldn't know, because Fanboy's full face was uncovered in front of me and it was...gorgeous. Red lines grazed the top of his cheeks below his eyes and the skin above them was a subtle shade lighter. It's exactly what you'd imagine he would look like. He's even been wearing his dirty blonde hair over his mask for years now… the only thing hidden is a small area around his eyes! And that's what frustrates me so deeply, that this bumbling fool can put me in such a trance over a few inches of face! I felt like a cartoon when Fanboy waved his hand in front of my face, calling my name so innocently. He made a fool of me in that moment! That ninny! I can't stand him I ha
Kyle chucked the pen across the room and grabbed at his hair, growling. He couldn't even write the word. It had only been about a week since he started writing these kind of interactions down. An old notebook, remnant of his endeavors attempting to get back into Milkweed Academy for Wizards, with the used pages haphazardly torn out. That was where Kyle wrote about Fanboy. Up until the aforementioned week ago, Kyle didn't even quite realize how frustratingly infatuated he was with that teen. Certainly he felt this way before, previous dormmates at Milkweed made him nervous and excited and drew him towards them, but the dense little wizard simply thought of it as a desire for companionship. He was, after all, friendless there as well. And those boys seemed so cool and nice, and most definitely seemed to make good friends (well, they would, if he ever talked to them.) But when the butterflies tickled his intestines in response to Fanboy, that confused wizboy! They were already friends. What's more than friends? The realization hit Kyle harder than an unexpectedly high stop sign during a midnight stroll around town on a broomride.
A gloved hand slammed the notebook shut on the table. He was wearing these gloves and writing about this now, specifically, out of all times, because it was a small window of time between morning biscuits and the hour Fanboy and Chum Chum usually knocked. Kyle wanted as much time to write as possible, so he got dressed to go out to….wherever his friends decided to drag him today. Likely the Frosty Mart and then Oz Comix, but there was an equal opportunity for it to be somewhere completely unprecedented, like the furniture store or an electric plant (that was quite the weekend adventure!) Regardless, Kyle wanted to look his best (by that he really meant looking like a total mess, but an intentional mess composed of fishnets, ripped denim, and too many belts. Yes, he went from typical lonely kid to typical lonely teen. AKA, weirdo to emo.) and feel his best too, by having his thoughts about yesterday collected and organized, dumped on lined paper and hopefully forgotten about until the next time his teenage hormone imbalances brought him to pick up the damn notebook again. But with his pen sitting on the floor, and his face piping hot, it truly did not seem like that was happening.
With typically perfect fanfic timing, a knock echoed from the door to Kyle's abode. A disgruntled wizard threw himself up to storm to the demanding door. Once again with seemingly perfect fanfic logic, the only perpetrator of this disturbance was Fanboy himself. No Chums in sight. Internally, Kyle threw his head back and groaned internally. Externally, he simply inquired on Chum Chum's absence.
"Oh, he's out on a date with Yo! They're at that new Moomin cafe," answered Fanboy. Oh, when will the mind numbing tropes end! "That just means it's you and me today buddy!" The words that just left his soft, kissable lips couldn't have shaken Kyle more. It was like the entire universe read his notebook and was taunting him for it, like the kids at school do to him. Either that, or it was playing wingman.
"That's… fine," wizboy flinched, no no that sounds like he wasn't down! "That's great! Swell! Jolly!" and he punctuated that with an arm swing. Wow, he certainly looks like a dweeb.
But Fanboy payed it no mind, likely not even noticing, and simply exclaimed "Well, let's go! We're gonna have such a great day Kyle!" and wrapped an arm around resident emo, catching him off guard. But as quickly as the contact was initiated it was retracted, so Fanboy could begin the trek to…. Wherever. Kyle followed quickly behind, rubbing his shoulder, still a little flabbergasted by the simple touch. Strangely, two months ago, it'd be a simple annoyance. Come to think of it, two months ago it wouldn't have even happened. He's not entirely sure, as crushes will so often give you rose colored lenses, but Kyle was fairly sure the other teen had recently become a bit more.. Touchy. No, nothing perverted, you freaks, but Fanboy's empty hands would often find their way towards Kyle, whether it be his shoulder, his back, or the top of his head. And of course the hugging. Every time the boys hung out, you couldn't escape it. They were short and sweet, a quick squeeze and then he was feet away once again. But what these embraces lacked in length they certainly caught up in frequency. Every goodbye. Every happy moment, every sad moment. It felt like he punctuated his damn sentences with them. Admittedly, a majority of these were group hugs with Chum Chum. But this had to be a cover. An excuse. Because the blonde hugslut placed his head on Kyle's shoulder in these. It just had to mean something!
The rapidfire overthinking coursing through wizboy's brain was cut when they got a couple paces down the sidewalk and Fanboy started, "Soooo I was thinking we stop by the Frosty Mart first, to get some drinks, but from there? I was gonna let you decide!"
"Wait what? I thought you had a plan!"
"Well, normally Chum and I talk about what to do over our morning Man Arcti-Crunch! But since he dipped today, I really don't know what to do. And I couldn't think of anything that emo wizards like to do."
Choosing to disregard that last utterance, Kyle mumbled a simple "well I don't know either.." in response to being put on spot like that.
Throwing his arm around the other teen to give his shoulder a reassuring shake, Fanboy went "Well, we can decide when we get there! Let's go get Frosties, buddy!" Kyle hadn't even realized they were there yet until Fanboy released his scrawny wizard shoulders from his grasp and ran inside. He followed suit.
Entering the store he found, unsurprisingly, only Lenny to be working. Boog was nowhere in sight. Probably somewhere in the back, trying to find a way to stick his weiner in that damn Chimp Chomp machine. ZING! Good riddance, though. That barbarian would probably beat him and Fanboy to a pulp for "being gay in his store" (he's done it before).
Kyle made a beeline for the machine where his friend stood: the Frosty Freezy Freeze Maker. While not nearly as obsessively fanatic about the frozen drinks, the edgelord considered them to be "one of the few things that still brought him joy." Yeesh. He poured himself a medium sized cup of blue raspberry, but looked over to watch Fanboy. It was mesmerizing. After all these years, despite being a high schooler now, he still gets so excited over every cup. Eyes wide and glistening, he held the cup to the nozzle and watched intently. He was bouncing up and down. Kyle watched his legs bend and rise and bend again in his worn blue jeans, making his cape wave after him. Fanboy giggled and it made Kyle feel light. But shortly, the Frosty cup was filled, and Fanboy walked off from the machine after seeing the other teen holding a full cup.
"Two dollars," Lenny groaned at them. The price for two Frosty Freezy Freezes. Fanboy reached into his pocket, and Kyle's heart dropped. He went fishing in his jeans for a dollar, but to no avail. His memory of this morning was correct, the supposedly super smart wizard forgot his wallet. Walked right out the door with no money. Stupid! He grabbed Fanboy's arm and muttered to his friend the mistake he made. Sure, he was ashamed to admit to his friend (and gay crush) that he made such a whoopsie, but not being able to pay for something he couldn't just put back, in front of a store clerk who wouldn't be so nicely forgiving, instilled such a panic in the socially anxious wizard.
But Lenny still overheard and rolled his eyes, commenting "Wow, you're the last person I'd expect that one from."
"Oh it'll be ok Kyle! I have an idea!" Fanboy proclaimed, grabbing both cups. He ran them over to the machine and dumped their contents into the bottom and tossed the cups, getting a weird look from Kyle and a string of naughty no-no words from Lenny! The odd superhero proceeded to snag the largest Frosty cup size: colossal size. He filled it to the very top and carried it proudly to the counter.
"Uuuhhh… that'll be.. One dollar," said a speechless Lenny. The store clerk could've sworn this kid just said he wasn't gay like, a week ago, yet here he was sharing this big ass Frosty Freezy Freeze with the very kid that made everyone else in Galaxy Hills question Fanboy's heterosexuality. Whatever. He wasn't paid to care.
"Perfect!" and Fanboy placed his dollar on the counter. The two walked triumphantly out through the store door. He took a satisfied sip from the monster thing that stood taller than his head. Then the blonde turned to Kyle and asked if he wanted any right now. That's when wizboy realized there was only one straw. How cliche, ugh. And now an internal conflict: on one hand, that's... so many levels of unsanitary. But on the other hand, Fanboy got that for them, and it would be so rude to turn it down.. He looked so proud of himself! And it would almost be like an indirect kiss… of course the homosexual thoughts won. Plus he was just plain thirsty. Kyle leaned down and took a sip from the cup in Fanboy's outstretched arm. Wizboy quickly realized that he was probably meant to grab the cup, though, as a surprised look crossed the other's face. He probably looked really weird. How does one solve this pickle? By jerking away so suddenly that the straw falls out too, of course! He caught it, thankfully, but not without frantically putting it back and uttering a bajillion apologies. Dork.
"No big deal dude" Fanboy replied "But are you good? You've been.. Off this morning," That made Kyle sweat a bit. "Oh! I have an idea! We can just go hang out at your place today! Since neither of us had any ideas,"
Kyle relaxed at the suggestion, "Yes, that does sound nice.."
"Aw yes! Chill day with my best buddy!" Fanboy then hugged Kyle tight and even picked him up off the pavement for a moment. That caught him off guard and the redhead stuttered mid-air. But it went unacknowledged as the other teen grabbed him by the wrist and they started sprinting back to Kyle's house.