Dylan sighed. Great. He'd humiliated himself in front of - literally - the coolest kid on earth - and everybody had seen it.
He put his comic back into his bag and decided to sneak away before anybody else spotted him and tried to snap his picture or something. He started checking out the other stalls, when he spotted somebody in the distance.
"Hey!...Eric!!"
Eric turned around.
"Hey! D! What's up man?" he said, and hurried over. Jogging after him was a younger boy who was carrying a satchel on one arm. Eric's little brother Timothy.
"What are you guys doing here?" Dylan asked.
"Checking stuff out", said Eric. Timmy nodded.
"There's soooo much to see!" said Timmy, excitedly. He spread his arms out and pointed all around.
"Over there is the Tintin table...and there's the Avengers...and back there is Superman...and Batman's next door, and..."
"What are you doing here?" Eric asked.
"I wanted to get my comics signed by Flavius..." said Dylan, "But I tripped and almost knocked him over! I swear I had to run away before it ended up on the front page, or something - Fatass Flattens Flavius!"
Timothy laughed, but Eric glared at his brother.
"Timmy it's not funny!" he said. Eric liked Dylan a lot, and they were super-close friends at school. Dylan didn't have too many friends - nobody wanted to hang out with "the fat kid", but Eric loved Dylan and they usually spent time together with Eric's other friend, Ryan.
"So why don't you go back and get the other comics signed?" Eric asked, noticing the others in Dylan's bag.
"I can't! People will laugh at me..."
"I can do it for you!" said Eric.
"Dude! Look at the line! And besides, its not like I could just walk up to someone as cool as Flavius and go 'yo, sign these for me, yeah?'"
"Well I can", said Eric.
"No you can't!"
"Yeah? Watch me! You just gotta know how to do it..."
"Well we can't do it now, anyway..."
"Let's get something to eat, then we can come back later", Eric said.
"OK!" said Dylan.
The three boys headed towards a food-stall nearby where two older boys were selling hotdogs. They bought one each, and started walking around the convention, munching on them.
"So it's the first day of the holidays huh..." said Eric, "What are you doin'?"
"Eeeeh...I dunno man...I was supposed to go and see my Uncle Delmar...but I...my cousin is a jackass..."
Timmy laughed.
"You can't get out of it?"
"And stay home alone? My parents would freak!"
"...Why don't you have a sleepover with me?"
"For TWO WEEKS?"
"...Oh".
Dylan shook his head. "I dunno man...I m--HEY!!"
Another boy had grabbed Dylan's satchel and was trying to pull it off of him!
"Give it back!" Eric shouted, but the other boy yanked the bag off of Dylan's shoulder and sprinted off!
"ST--" Dylan began, but...
THUNK!!!
"...urgh..."
The kid who had tried to steal Dylan's comics slammed into something rock hard just a couple of feet away, knocking him out cold and fell to the floor, dizzy and senseless.
Flavius raked his fingers through his thick, soft golden hair, and flicked a strand out of his eyes. He bent down to scoop up the satchel and hefted it in his hand.
"You wanna take better care of this, bruh. I don't like havin' stuff which I autographed being stolen", he said.
He threw it back at Dylan, who grunted as it hit him in the chest and almost knocked him over! Flavius was obviously much stronger than he appeared.
"Flavius!" said Eric.
"Huh? Oh hey Eric...I didn't know you were here!"
"As if..." said Eric, rolling his eyes.
Flavius walked up and gave him a fistbump, before ruffling Timmy's hair playfully.
"Who's Two-and-a-half Boys over here?" said Flavius, rubbing Dylan's belly.
"Hey!" said Dylan.
"Oooh! Touchy! Chillax, D..."
Eric blushed.
"Flavius, this is my friend Dylan...Dylan...well..uh...you know who this is..."
Dylan nodded. Flavius smirked.
"Nice to meetcha, buddy..."
"I thought you were signing autographs?" Eric asked.
"I'm done, bruh! I was about to go do other stuff when I spotted..."
He gestured to the other kid who was still out cold on the floor. A security guard was hauling him up and marching him off with a stern look on his face.
"...Thanks..." said Dylan.
"No problem man...So!...you still want me sign stuff?"
"Huh?...OH! Yeah! I...I mean...uh...yes uh...um..."
"...Your Majesty", said Flavius, smirking.
"Oh Flavius lay off!" Eric groaned. "We get it. You're a god!"
"And that means that you kiss the ring when I ask it, boy. Don't ever forget it", said Flavius smugly.
"Flaaaaaviiiiuuuuuus..."
The smug, arrogant deity chuckled.
"Eeeh whatever. I'll let it slide...so Dylan, you're buddies with Eric huh? That's cool...tell you guys what...let's go over to the food-court area and sit down for a bit, yeah? Then I can sign your stuff properly..."
"Oh...OH! Yeah! Uh...sure! Thanks uh...um...Your Majesty..." said Dylan.
"Attaboy! C'mon! This way...So Timmy, how's that campaign of yours?"
"Campaign?" Timmy asked, jogging after his idol with stars in his eyes.
"I thought you and your brother were gonna try ask your folks for a dog?"
"We are!" said Eric. "But we haven't...y'know...figured out how yet".
"Aww that's a shame. You should totally get a dog. It'd be fun..."
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