Eddy never really seemed like the type of boy to show compassion. Well, I should probably correct myself. Eddy was never the type of boy to show compassion at all. He was usually caught up in one of his foolish money-making, get-rich-quick schemes during the many warm afternoons of out childhood; too deluded to tell that Ed and I wanted him yo give it a rest for once so we could truely experience the playful joy of our youth. I can't say those were exactly Ed's thoughts but I could tell they were somewhere along the lines of that when I noticed the way he would stare at the other kids running around boundelessly and whimper.
Who could blame him though? I myself was growing quite tired of scolding Eddy for his rash behavoir and poor education skills. Don't get the wrong idea; I love Eddy and everything like a brother but sometimes he was just too much. It was almost suffocating; the pressure of making everything 100 efficient. Sure he had off days when he would go days on end without thinking of a single scam but it seemed that the minor vacations were never long enough.
I enjoyed spending time with Ed and Eddy when he was like this. It put him into a more down to earth mood and calmed him. He was intellegent really when his mind wasn't so transfixed like it usually was. Eventually, these periods of relaxtions became longer and the weight and responsibility of scamming money off people faded altogether. It was good to know that his obsession no longer controlled his life. However, soon enough his interest was sparked again, this time in something other than money: Me.
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AN: Sorry that this chapter is so short. I promise the next wiill be more than twice this size ;
