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"Okay, so just download the app off the App Store, and click on the colorful sign that looks like a camera of sorts."
"Uh, Freeman-"
"Then, click download, wait for a little while, and you should receive the notification that it's fully downloaded and would normally appear on your home screen."
"Freeman-"
"Now click on the app, and you should see something like this," said Freddy, shoving what looked like a home screen in Billy's face.
"Jesus, Fred! How are you not blind from staring at that screen?" shouted an exasperated Billy.
"Someone here decides to go out for his nocturnal superhero rendezvous and this results in me staying up until the wee hours of the morning while recording & uploading yet another video of 'The Misadventures of Captain Sparkle-fingers'." said Freddy pointedly.
"First off, I did not ask you to record any of that, so that's a no thanks. Second of all, my superhero name is not going to be 'Captain Sparkle-fingers'. Do you have any idea how lame that sounds?"
"It's called being a superhero manager, sweetie, so get used to it. And if you don't like my idea, why not you create one? I'm sure there are some awesome ideas just flowing from that Solomon-sized brain of yours."
"I think you just ruined the word sweetie for everyone."
"Shut up, Batson! Everyone knows that you play with Mega Bloks instead of Legos anyway." exclaimed a now blushing Freddy.
"Excuse you, but I played with plenty of Legos in my copious list of foster homes," declared Billy in a posh accent. "My skills were so brilliant that the other kids would call me, dare I say it? An architect protégé." he finished with a chuckle.
"That's a pretty large vocabulary for a teenage guy."
"You know, that's not the only thing that I have that's big." said a smirking Billy, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Gross!" yelled Freddy, chucking a Batman pillow, which he successfully caught. "How did we even reach this conversation?"
"Well, you told me that I played with Mega Bloks," said Billy, dramatically flinging his body on their bunk bed. "I thought you loved me, Freddy. Loved me enough as to not use that insult towards me. What would Victor and Rosa think?"
"You can't use the 'Victor and Rosa' card on me, because you aren't exactly compliant when it comes to following rules," Freddy pointed out. "I can't recall the number of times I had to cover you whenever you came home with a black eye or bruised knuckles or a rib injury, which, by the way, was 56 times. And counting."
"Fine, I'm really sorry Freddy. For a second, I didn't realize that you could count." said Billy, trying to hold in a laugh.
"Jackass." he cursed, before joining in.
"Billy! Freddie! Can you two keep it down, I'm trying to study for my Calculus BC exam!" shouted Mary from the next room.
They both shared a look before bursting into laughter once more. Hearing shuffling and cursing due to the very thin walls, they both quieted down after what seemed like an hour.
"I don't aim to take calculus of any form. One look at Mary's textbook and I had nightmares that a partial differential equation dressed as Mrs. Glenn was chasing me along the school hallways."
"I'm so thankful that telekinesis isn't one of my powers. I would never be the same cheerful boy after one glance. And dude," blurted Billy, bumping shoulders with him. "You actually know what a differential equation is! I'm still struggling with trigonometry!"
"That's due to my naturally neeky nature. Obsession with comic books, passion for all things scientific, superhero conspiracy theories, I can be my own brand of superhero."
"You are a superhero, you dumbass. And what the hell is a neek?"
"It's the combination of two personalities: a nerd and a geek. I prefer that over gerd, which is short for gastroesophageal reflux disease-"
"Fair point," said Billy queasily. "Anyway, I think we should go to bed. Mary's gonna complain to Victor and Rosa anytime soon, and the last thing we need is a damper on our superhero plans."
"That's true, and I have Biology at 8 am, and I can't afford to fall asleep in that class again. One more slip-up and the school will have to call the house." uttered Freddy worriedly.
"Mmm, okay then. 'Night, Freeman." said Billy, sleep settling in his voice.
"Goodnight, Batson." said Freddy, struggling and failing to hide a yawn.
They both settled in, slowly drifting off to a dreamless sleep. That would be the case, but Freddy spoke up a few minutes in, breaking whatever form of sleeping they were attempting to do.
"Hey Billy, what was it you were going to tell me before that?"
"I have a Nokia."
"Dammit, Batson! You didn't tell me while we were having this conversation?"
"You were too busy demonstrating, and I didn't want to burst your bubble. Besides, you look cute when you go all 'neeky' mode."
"That's it! We are getting you the brand new iPhone X this weekend, and I will get you an Instagram account because I am a supportive best friend for a superhero who's not super at all!" huffed a frustrated Freddy.
"Sounds like you care about me." teased Billy.
"Shut up, Batson!" he squealed, his face now akin to a tomato. (Freddy silently thanked his parents for giving him a bunk bed.)