Chapter 5
"Thank you so, Fanboy," Kyle was up a few hours later. "I feel so much better."
"Woo!" Fanboy exclaimed victoriously.
"You impressed me a lot," the wizard leaned his head against the superhero affectionately. "You took wonderful care of me."
"Maybe I should go to medical school after all," Fanboy proudly considered aloud.
"Though of course it won't be appropriate to cuddle with all the patients," Kyle pointed out with a smile, "and your boyfriend might get jealous."
Fanboy lit up as if Kyle had given him a hundred Frosty Freezy Freezes. He squealed and spun his beloved in a dance.
"Does this mean you'll be inviting me over once in a while?" the fan asked.
"You'll have to behave."
Fanboy thought about it for a moment. "Or you could come to my place more often." It occurred to him again that he had not informed Chum Chum of his new relationship. "Or…we could hang out at the Frosty Mart." Chum Chum went there often too. "Or at school." Chum Chum was in the same class. "Or…or…"
Every place he could think of—Oz's shop, the park, the nuclear plant—all were locations where his best buddy could find him kissing his new boyfriend. And Chum Chum's reaction? It could be joy that his closest friend was in love, jealousy that Fanboy would be spending a lot of time with someone else, confusion that a platonic relationship was now suddenly romantic, or any combination of the two. Three? Fanboy was too dizzy to count as the many possible outcomes danced around in his—
"Dance!" Fanboy suddenly cried out. "There's a school dance coming up!" He knew Chum Chum would not be attending; the younger superhero had declared his own personal boycott of the school dance upon learning ManArctica would not be performing at this one.
"You…want to take me to the dance?" Kyle blushed ever so faintly. He had been to a school dance at Galaxy Hills before, but not since the English costumed balls of days gone by had he actually been personally invited to a dance (and even then he had only accompanied a guardian).
"It only makes sense," Fanboy took his boyfriend's hand. "I mean, we're a cupola now."
Not bothering to correct him, Kyle already was mentally perusing his closet for something to wear. He didn't hear what led Fanboy to his next subject.
"Kyle?"
"Hm?"
"I was asking what makes that wizard flu stuff different from regular flu. Is it a curse people give each other?"
"Oh, no, it's just that it's cured by—" Kyle stopped himself. Old inhibitions die hard. "There's nothing different about it, actually. Haven't a clue why we bother calling it the wizard flu, in fact. Silly how language is, isn't it?"
"It's cured by love!" Fanboy concluded happily. Another of his idealistic imaginings—and he was right.