"Charlie! Char-lie!" called an aged woman from the sink. A round but cute brown-haired boy trotted in, a full-hearted smile on his face. "Hey Nana! I was just playing with my toys, no need to worry!" She chuckled, wiping her hands on her apron. Charlie was indeed not her son but her daughter's, who had run off to Las Vegas after her husband.
"Hey Nana, what's on the roof of the place?" Charlie asked, pointing to the ceiling. "That's a Water Tower," She said cheerfully. "It was used in the making of that 'Fanman' movie, but you know what? They never took the props out! Nope, it's still like a real base like a real house! A place where two boys like your self would just love to live in!" Charlie rocked back and forth on his heels, delighted at the tale. "You should remember, I took you up there once… A boy up there broke two of your toys! But, you were young. Probably just a whole big accident, you were so little…" She continued, dropping a plate into the sudsy water. "Oh, well, I'm going to check on the costume shop before dinner."
Charlie toddled downstairs, waving at his Uncle on the way. He and his Nana owned the costume shop, and Charlie was very protective of it. So, naturally he pulled out his metal baseball bet when rustling noises emerged from the pitch-black shop.
Charlie snuck around silently, watching the thin shadow of a single, tall figure tug tight clothes on his body. A few hangers were tossed to the ground, the break in-e having no care of the noise. In one swift motion, Charlie flicked on the light and jumped on the robber's dome shaped head. Yes! Thought Charlie as the pounded the robber's body with the bat. I'm fighting and stopping a bad guy, just like those heroes in the awesome comics!
After a minute of screams, "Ows!" and banging, the two boys toppled over, Charlie landing on top of the older boy's chest while the older boy took the hard fall for him.
Charlie was met face-to-face with a boy who looked about a year and a half older than himself. (Later on he would find out he was right on the dot on that guess.) The older one wore a purple mask with a purple cape sewn onto the shoulders of it, bright green tights, a skin-tight T-shirt with a Fanman logo, purple gloves, and black high tops. And to top it all off, he wore his underwear on the outside. He looks like a SUPERHERO…
The boy moaned when Charlie realized he was shorter than the boy. What would he do? What if the boy hurt him for the pain he had put him through? Charlie took no chances. He squeezed himself into a ball on the super's chest, waiting for the beating to come down on him, being far too scared to run away or even reach for the bat.
Instead, he found himself being picked up. He opened his eyes to find the boy (who looked extremely friendly) looking worriedly at him, desperate fear in his eyes. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I scared you, I needed new clothes! Wow, my stomach hurts… Hey, my name's Fanboy, by the way." Fanboy placed Charlie gently on the ground, leaving Charlie dumbstruck. "You're not, mad?" Charlie asked, looking reluctantly at the black bruise now forming on Fanboy's arm. "I'm Charlie, Charlie Edward Chummery."
"Chummery?" Fanboy asked. "Hmmm…I like Chum Chum better, but alright." After numerous apologies, Charlie finally got the chance to ask, "Are you a superhero?" Fanboy looked down on him. "Well, you see, that's a story all on its own. Sit down, this'll only take a few minutes. The two boys sat across from from each other, legs criss-crossed as Fanboy told Charlie of his tale into superhero-ism, leaving no hint to what his real name was. With wide eyes, Charlie asked, "Is Fanboy your real name?" "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But to you, I'm just Fanboy, alright?" Charlie shook his head in agreement. "Wait one sec!" He said, dashing behind a row on small plus sized costumes
Two miniutes later, the best sidekick (he still had heart for Healer) he had seen walked out. Charlie now wore a black eye mask that wrapped around his head, a very small mustard yellow cape draped on his back, orange T-shirt and shorts, and his low tops. He, too, now wore his underwear on the outside, which(unlike Fanboy's that were wholly white) had bands of mustard yellow color. He looks like the old Robin, the best sidekick Batman's ever HAD! Fanboy's thoughts squealed.
"I agree, Fanboy. I like Chum Chum better too." Chum Chum said with a big smile on his face. Just then, Chum Chum heard a familiar voice, "Charlie! Time for dinner!" Chum Chum's face sank. "Oh no, I completely fogot!" He said, looking to Fanboy. "You can stay for dinner, right?" "Well," Fanboy started, "I'm currently looking for a home and have being giving the lovely Healer most of my good meals, so that means I probably haven't eaten right for about a week." Chum Chum pupils turned to tiny dots. "A week? You're defiantly eating here! And staying here too!" He took Fanboy's hand. "Or, at least until we-er-YOU, find a place to stay." He frowned at the fact of losing someone as awesome as Fanboy. Fanboy merely hugged him.
"No, we're gonna find a place TOGHTER! It'll be awesome! Oh man, you're the best friend I ever had!"
"Best…Friend?"
"We'll be best friends till the day we turn in, buddy. My best friend."
