A/N I didn't set a goal for this chapter to be uploaded but the last goal got shattered so I'll be nice. I guess you could say I'm on a roll now. This won't be a long chapter but it'll be pretty heavy lol

Next chapter soon. I'll be nice and not set a goal this time. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Umm...

Greg wobbled towards the castle piggybacking his best friend's little brother.

"I didn't know that was you..."

"Flamin' G? Couldn't have come up with a better name?" Iggy chastised him.

"Oh like Kid Danger is the next John Cena." Greg rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't have gone there. You're plenty powerful, but you're untrained."

"Right. And you had Master Mush teach you how to spew fire from your hands." Iggy coughed a bit. "My dad doesn't know I went to the fight club, so you'll have to lie for me."

"Oh, I was not telling my best friend's I kicked his little brother's ass. Of course we're lying."

Iggy smiled against Greg's shell and relaxed a bit.

"Why did you go in the first place?"

"I was bored. None of the minions I train with at the castle can even touch me. I needed a challenge."

Once outside the castle, he was met with a few servants that took Iggy off his hands and Kamek, Bowser's advisor.

"What happened to young master Iggy?! Explain yourself!" He swung his arms around in a panic.

"Cool your robes. He got attacked in an alley and lucky for him I was there to save him. The guys who jumped him weren't so lucky."

"How'd you just happen to find him?"

"It was right by my favorite arcade." Greg was thankful he could think on his feet.

"Hmph! I'll just ask the young master when he wakes up if your story is legitimate."

"Yeah yeah. Can I go home now?"

The two koopatrollers gripping his arms gave him his answer.

"Can you at least tell Roy I'm here? I think as his best friend I have the right to let him know I'm being held prisoner in his house."

"Silence! Take him to the king."

Greg complied with the guards, especially confident that if not for his injuries he could take them.

They led him into the throne room where Bowser sat, obviously don't nothing until they interrupted his "busy schedule". The king jolted up in his seat as they approached him.

"What is the meaning of this, Kamek?" He groaned, seemingly unamused.

"My liege! We've brought you a boy who claims to have saved young master Iggy from bandits."

"They were thugs actually. Hey, King Bowser. It's been a while."

"Greg?! Let him go this instant!" Bowser's expression changed to one of shock as he pointed at the grey koopa. "Don't you know who this is?"

The guards let his arms go and he rubbed where they'd held him tenderly.

"N-no, your Furiousness."

"That's Roy's friend and probably the only reason he's still captain of the football team."

"Can I go one day without a compliment?" Greg felt the blood rush to his cheeks.

"I apologize, your Greatness! I should've known." Kamek bowed before the large koopa.

"Now see to it the guest room is prepared for him and our physician sees to his wounds. It's too late to send him home in his state."

"I'll have to call my mom and tell her where I am." Greg sighed. "What a bother."

"You act like this is the first time you've slept here on such short notice." Bowser eyed him quizzically.

"I was almost jailed by your royal advisor after saving your son. No offense, but I'm not exactly feeling welcome tonight."

"That's understandable, but you know I'd never let that happen." The king assured him.

"I'll take you for your word, sir." He bowed to the monarch. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go see Roy before I head to bed."

"By all means!" Bowser waved him off and sat back on his throne.

~ ~ ~ ~

Roy was lying face up on his bed reading a comic book when a knock came from his door.

"Piss off!" Roy turned away from the door, not in the mood for one of his younger siblings to ruin his night with some crazy scheme or plan. It happened so often, he didn't exactly feel guilty until he heard the voice that responded.

"Hey Shades, it's Buzz. Lemme in."

Roy leapt at the use of his codename. He went to open the door and looked Greg up and down. "You look like a dog dragged you for miles then pissed on your lifeless body."

"Good evening to you too, fucker." He playfully punched Roy on the shoulder and sat at his desk.

"Not that I mind that you're here, but why are you here?" Roy sat back on his bed.

Greg began to feed Roy the excuse he had given everyone else and the pink headed koopa seemed to eat it up better than most had.

"What was Iggy doing out this late?"

"How should I know?" Greg yawned. "I should get to bed soon though. Your dad put me up in the guest room again."

"Oh, that's sick. So we're walking to school together?"

"Unless you sleep in again, I'd say yes." Greg spun in the chair, letting his shell take the hit from the comic book aimed at his gut.

"Get out before I throw Scary Potter Book 4. You know how thick that one is."

~ ~ ~ ~

Roy rubbed his hand down the side of Greg's face as they cuddled in his bed. He couldn't take his eyes of his best friend's silver pupils. Their fingers were locked next to each other and they could feel each other's breath on their respective necks. Roy even had his glasses off on his side table so Greg could see his cerulean eyes.

"You know staring into the sun can make you go blind." Roy shot him a sly grin.

"Don't get all mushy on me, you cock jockey." Greg pushed him back, then sat up slightly. "What chick flick did you steal that one from?"

Roy pondered for a moment. "Wait, you know I don't watch those!" His cheeks sightly flushed red. Greg was good at finding the small things that made him blush, although the crown prince would never admit that.

"So what possessed you to go there, Shades?"

"I dunno. Just thinking." Roy reached for his glasses, but was stopped by Greg.

"I like seeing your eyes. It feels like I could drown in them."

"Now who's being sappy?" Roy slipped the shades on and smiled. "Guess the beach is closed."

"I'll just have to sneak in..." Greg leaned in and connected their lips.

Roy jolted up in his bed and looked around. No one else was in the room with him.

He was relieved but also disappointed. That was the 6th time that month he'd had that dream and that was the first time it had ever gotten that far.

The worst part was that he wanted it to go farther.

He smacked his face and groaned. "Why couldn't I have developed a crush on Kristie? At least then I wouldn't feel guilty after the fact..."

He fell back into the pillow and rubbed his exposed eyes. "Please let that dream stay far away from me for the rest of the night."

It didn't.

~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning, Greg awoke to 40 missed calls and 30 texts.

"Who the... Mom! Oh fuck!"

He quickly called her up and waited for the woman too pick up.

"Gregory Vincent Jones! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS?! I THOUGHT YOU'D DIED! OR WORSE, BEEN ARRESTED!" Her concern leaked through the anger.

He explained the situation to his mom and heard her deflate slightly. "You're such a good person, son. But next time, call me first. Ok?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Don't forget to eat breakfast. You have money for lunch, right?"

Greg felt his pocket. His winnings from last night jingled harmoniously. "Oh, it's fine, Mom. I got it covered."

"Take care sweetie. I'll see you tonight."

He told his mother goodbye and went to the bathroom he'd been leant to shower up.

Greg found himself at Roy's room minutes later. He forgot he didn't have any extra clothes and needed to borrow some. He stood with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair slightly falling to the sides. It was too short to cover his eyes, but that didn't stop it from trying.

When Roy answered the door, it was as if everything was in slow motion.

He had just stepped out of the shower as well, so he was in a similar state of undress as his grey counterpart. They both looked each other up and down and felt the blood rush to their cheeks and something else.

Sure they'd seen each other like this after practice or a game, but that was while surrounded by other people. This was just them. No bystanders, no distractions. Needless to say they were both caught off guard.

"Greg!" Roy turned away. "Wh-why aren't you dressed?!"

"I n-needed some clothes. C-can I borrow some?" Greg crossed his legs to hide the obvious boner that had sprouted.

"Sure. Just... Wait a second." Roy closed the door and went to grab his sweatpants. Once decently covered, (according to him) he pulled some clothes he didn't feel he would miss and went to hand them to Greg.

He opened the door and practically knocked the grey koopa over with the force he threw the clothes with.

"Thank you?" He noticed the door slam in his face once more. He shrugged it off and went to change.

~ ~ ~ ~

"What was that this morning?" Greg decided to break the ice on their established silence as they made their way to school.

"What was what?" Roy feigned ignorance well as he rubbed his head quizzically.

"Why did you freak on me when I showed up to your room?"

"Why'd you show up dripping wet in only a towel?" Roy shot back.

"What, did I get you hard or something?" Greg poked fun.

"Of course not! I was just... caught off guard is all."

"Right." Greg rolled his eyes.

"Well you acted pretty weird too. What was with the stuttering?"

Greg motioned for Roy to get closer. Once the koopa did he replied, "Well you were looking extremely hot and I was blown away by your manly chest dripping with water and those studly arms."

Roy pushed him away. "Come on! At least make your jokes a bit more believable!"

Greg smirked. The Superman approach really does work. "Ya caught me!"

"Aren't you dating Gale?"

"Nah I'm single. Gale was 3 months ago."

"Haven't you gone through every other girl at our school?" Roy rubbed his chin.

"You make me sound like a man whore. I've only dated like... 25 of the girls in our class."

"There are 28 girls in our class. They only one left are a lesbian couple and the transfer student."

"Gotta love Darla and Hannah." Greg sighed. "Thank goodness I don't have to date them."

They went back to silence as they reached the school.