Dylan cursed the crowds that swarmed all over the convention center! Every time he tried to get close enough to Flavius to meet him, more people came surging past!
He stopped to open his bag and pull out the book he wanted Flavius to sign - a magazine special-edition of SUPER STARZ magazine, which was all about the boy god, from cover to cover! Photos, interviews, FAQs, and everything else!
Dylan tried to call out to Flavius, but his voice caught in his throat every time he tried to. He watched the stunning figure of Flavius wave to some fans, and then slip out a side entrance!
DAMN IT!!
Waddling as fast as he could, Dylan shoved his way through the crowd while trying not to draw too much attention to himself! He huffed past two older guys in their twenties, and then shoved his way through the door that led outside. Here, he could see loads of people in the distance, queuing to get into the convention-center, some in cosplay, others carrying magazine and comic books like he was.
Where was Flavius!?
Perhaps he was in the courtyard around the back! Yeah that had to be it. There were some guys outside, too...
Dylan waddled around the corner and peered left and right, squinting and frowning, and...
A sudden flash of gold! Dylan yelped! It hit him in the chest, and he stumbled backwards, but before he hit the ground, he was hoisted twelve feet into the air! He grunted as he was slammed against the side of the building by a powerful, invisible force! He let out a squeak of surprise and his backpack fell to the ground!
From behind a pillar, a figure with wavy, golden blonde hair stepped out. He was dressed in magnificent white. He cricked his neck and cocked his head slightly.
"You've been following me for the past 10 minutes".
The voice was cold. Dangerous. Threatening.
"Why?"
For a second, Dylan was speechless!
"Puh-pu-ppl-pl-please le-let me down!" he squeaked.
"WHY?"
"I...I'm a huge fan!" Dylan gasped, "I...I was...I was...I ...I really wanted to meet you! B-But everybody else was really c-crowding in! A-and I couldn't get close enough! I thou-thought if I got you on your -your own t-then I could m-meet you! Please! I wasn't gonna do nothin'! I...I even..."
Dylan held out the magazine issue he had clutched in his chubby hands.
"Ooooh..."
Flavius chuckled.
"Sure dude".
Flavius flicked his wrist and snapped his fingers and Dylan floated back to earth, gasping in shock!
"Sorry about that, dude. Can't be too careful..."
"Uh y-yeah!" said Dylan, tugging on his T-shirt. Flavius smirked, flashing one of his billion-dollar pearly-white smiles.
"So, you want my autograph, huh tubby?"
"Y-yeah!" said Dylan, still catching his breath.
Flavius smiled and picked up the magazine. He took out the pen he used earlier, from his pocket, and uncapped it.
"OK...to Dylan, my #1 fan..."
"H-how do you...know my name?" Dylan panted, leaning against the wall.
"I AM the GOD of YOUTH, bruh. It's my JOB to know your name", Flavius said.
he signed the magazine "Flavius A. Maximus. D.I." across the bottom, and handed it back.
"There you go, dude! Uh, hol' up a minute and let the ink dry first, yeah? Cool..."
"Woooow!" said Dylan, staring at the fancy, scripted signature across the bottom of the page.
"Thanks du--I...I mean..."
"That's YOUR MAJESTY", said Flavius, firmly.
"Uh-yeah! Um...th-thanks! Uh...s-sir..."
Flavius chuckled. "I'll take it", he said.
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