Greetingz again! I'm back with more garbage. Seriously, I don't like this chapter as much as the first one… Whatever though! I'm not rewriting it. You've gotten this far, you're gonna read it anywayz!

Honeztly I had a bit of a time coming up with where 2 go with this thing. I think chapter 3 iz gonna be the last. But I mean… I'm gonna have two whole ass weekz off from skool bcuz of Corona soo… maybe I'll write another?

Yea, btw, not 2 spoil or anything, but I was laughing a little as I wrote this, bcuz instead of coming up with a normal reason 4 Kyle to take so long finding the board gamez (ex: they were buried deep in a closet (kinda like fanboy OOP-)) I just kinda.. Wrote it in that he was crazy obsessed with them at some point? Maybe hyperfixated? IDK

Also wow this chapter iz a lot shorter than the last.. I promize chapter 3 will be longer ! okie

Anywayz, unnecessary intro over. Once again, prepare your dying head for a mf BRRRAAAAAAAAAAIIIN FFFRRREEEEEEEEEEEZE!

Often Kyle forgot how close the Frosty Mart was to his apartment. The two only took a few minutes to get back by foot (very convenient for when neither of you will ever be allowed to drive) On the way back they even decided on an activity for the day: board games! Kyle had quite a few stashed around his home. A concerning amount, in fact.

Arriving back at the building, Fanboy immediately flopped onto the living room couch. Then he immediately got back up and asked about food, right as Kyle walked in behind him.

"Fanboy, I appreciate you, but we were quite literally just at a convenience store,"

"But I only had a dollarrrr!" Fanboy dragged out the last consonant in a childish wine. If Kyle's annoyance wasn't a facade before, it certainly was now. How frustrating. And so, the wizboy motioned for the other to follow him into the kitchen.

It was just as elegant as the rest of Kyle's apartment. Aquatic teal walls surrounded installations and appliances colored a warm green, with a tall brown pantry standing in the back. Fanboy had been here many times, though, whether it be another snack run, or to cook soup for his ill friend. Ah, chicken pox. We do not talk, or even think, about chicken pox. Walking through the room, a brief thought crossed Kyle's mind: their shared Frosty Freezy Freeze. Specifically, splitting it. He had plenty of cups in here, and surely that was the plan in getting it anyways? Save Kyle from his dollar-less doom, and then separate it later. But something about that idea struck him the wrong way. He didn't want to tear (or in this case, pour) apart something he shared with Fanboy…. electing not to think of why he felt that way, he simply grabbed a straw from the cabinet. If not two separate cups, he could live with two straws. Redirecting himself back to their objective, the wizard opened the pantry.

"Hmm, let's see," Kyle hummed, "I'm not exactly sure how much of this you'd like.." it was Chum Chum who liked biscuits anyways. "Oh, wait! Crisps!" Kyle pulled out a bag of plain potato chips.

"...Crisps?" Fanboy was amused.

"Fanboy we've been acquainted for years you should know-"

"Of course I know what you're talking about, silly! But why do you call them that?" the blonde giggled, "It makes you sound like a-" Kyle threw the bag square into his face before that sentence could be finished. What a flirt. No matter how hopelessly attracted he was to the boy, he was still a total nincompoop.

The two headed back out to the living room. Kyle parted down a hallway to begin gathering the games they agreed on. Red-haired wizboy warned Fanboy that it'd be a while of a wait, as, like mentioned before, there were many board games around the house (Seriously, he was way too into them at one point) and motioned towards his bookshelf as an entertainment option, considering the lack of TV. Fanboy's eyes retreated from the shelf as quickly as they found it-if you thought he had the attention span for reading (one of Kyle's books, at that) you've obviously never met Fanboy before. Or even heard of him, really. Black converse wandered back over to the couch. Plopping himself down, the teens eyes were drawn towards the table in front of him. It was a washed-out red color. But the items scattered across were what captured his gaze. Crumpled balls of paper sat unorderly beside a variety of pens and pencils (one of which was still sitting on the floor across from him) surrounding a single notebook. A brick red spiral notebook with something scribbled out on the front. Bends and folds and tears were present simply on the cover itself, and the book was small and thin, alluding to the fact that large amounts of paper had been torn from it. So, it was obviously used. Quite a bit. Needless to say, Fanboy was quite intrigued….. What was Kyle writing? The blonde didn't want to intrude on his best friend's privacy, though. It could be important to him. But, if that were the case, he wouldn't just leave it sitting out! It's probably something dumb, like harry potter fanfiction, or a list of british slurs. Satisfied with that reasoning, Fanboy opened the book.

"Wow, I am such a ninny. I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner. I'm supposed to be a genius wizard, so great that even Milkweed is too inferior for me-"

Was he really still in denial about that?

"Yet it took me this long to learn something about MYSELF. Egad, I can't believe the insults hurled at me in public school were correct! I think I am a homosexual."

WELL that came out of nowhere. Now Fanboy wasn't sure if he wanted to continue reading. He could tell what this was. It's probably just going to be a bunch of Kyle's gay thoughts. Did the teen really want to know what his friend thought of other guys?

Fanboy kept reading.

"Today I was sitting in solitude at the cafeteria table, per usual, and, as if on command, none other than Fanboy and Chum Chum approached. They were excited about something, I think it related to comic books. But Fanboy was right beside me. He was rambling with Chum Chum, and when he asked me if I thought it was cool, he grabbed my hand for emphasis. I could only nod foolishly like a deer in the headlights. My throat went dry and my heart jumped out of my chest! Fanboy held my hand, even only for a second, and he looked so excited too… it was marvelous. My face felt hot even after they left. That's when I realized I had feelings for him. I feel a little disgusted with myself, honestly."

Reading that made Fanboy feel like something in his chest exploded. A million thoughts raced through his mind at lightspeed. Kyle liked him! He skimmed through the rest of the notebook. It was all just detailing interactions they had and how the wizard felt afterwards. Closing the book and sliding it across the table, Fanboy felt so confused. What did he want to do? Did he feel that way back? Thoughts like this never crossed his mind. Yeah, he surely liked girls. He thought about them a lot, the way a teenage boy would. But he thought about guys too before. And when Chum Chum would joke about how gay he acted around Kyle, the teen hero simply shrugged. He never really knew what to say. Even he didn't know if he was entirely straight, and he never thought of it as an important thing to think about. But he had to now. And he had to think of Kyle, of all people!

Coincidentally, said wizard reemerged from the hallway carrying a colorful stack of boxes. They piled so high that his vision was obstructed, and he had Scrivener Elf guiding him into the living room. Fanboy jumped up quickly and grabbed games from the stack to assist his friend. In response to this, the elf simply rolled his eyes and disappeared in a cloud of pink. The two teens carried the games to the middle of the room and laid them on the floor. Thin boxes that rattled from being filled with plastic lined the floor. Today was going to be quite the day.