I'd first like to start off by thanking tumblr users c2ndy2c1d and l0ve-lyfe for getting me into

Ed Edd n Eddy ships. I'd also like say that this is my first fanfic I have ever written. Please leave

me reviews and comments and suggestions and stuff, I'll take anything I can get. My tumblr is

MissAvize, which I'll be posting updates and stuff on. I'm not sure if M is an accurate

rating, but I do use the f-word a few times, maybe T would be better? I don't know. Well, I hope

you enjoy!

If there was one thing that Marie Kanker hated above all else it was the sound of the alarm clock as it penetrated her deep sleep and ripped her from whatever dream she instantaneously forgot as her eyes fluttered open, lashes caked with the mascara she forgot to remove the night before, and proceeded to throw the damn thing across the room.

"Fuck..." she muttered under her breath as her legs slipped out from under the ratty bedspread and she traveled the few feet across the room to the still-beeping black box, ignoring the off switch and removing the batteries from their niche; every morning she did this and every evening she had to remember to reset the time. The racket she made did not go unnoticed, her younger sister May sat up in her bed, her long blond hair piled atop her head in what could only be described as a clusterfuck.

"Go back to bed May, you still have another hour before you have to wake up."

Peach Creek trailer park was where they grew up, and where they now resided, spending most of their time chasing the Ed's or playing in the woods between the trailer park and the junkyard. Marie looked back on those memories with some fondness, some embarrassment, as she collected bread, milk, eggs, and the other ingredients she needed to make french toast for her and her younger sister. Lee, the oldest Kanker sibling, dropped out of school the year prior and decided to move out on her own in a neighboring town just before the move back to Peach Creek, causing a bit of sourness between Marie and her older sister.

Marie was now stuck protecting May, who was still in middle school because of her atrocious grades.

By the time May emerged from their shared bedroom the small two-bedroom trailer smelled like breakfast links and vanilla, and the small table had place settings for two people.

"Is mom not eating this morning?" May asked groggily, scratching behind her ear as she sat on the ugly vinyl kitchen chairs. As if to answer the young girls question a thick woman with hair matching their missing sister appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, the sound of a flushing toilet being the only thing in her wake.

"Of course I'm eating you stupid girl. Why are there only two places set?" she barked at her blond-haired daughter, causing Marie's expression to sour and May's eyes to turn downcast.

"Because I ate as I fucking cooked." Marie's tone was just as fierce as her mother's and without another word the woman began to dig in, shoveling sausage and french toast into her poorly lined lips. Preferring not to watch the massacre, her mother's eating habits being comparable to hyenas on the African plains, Marie decided to ready herself for her first day of high school back in Peach Creek. She wasn't exactly looking forward to school, it was early April and switching districts so late in the year would only prove a hassle to the 16-year-old junior.

The first thing she did was lay out an outfit for her sister, who really shouldn't be allowed to dress herself (if Marie let her she'd probably just leave the trailer in her slippers and pajamas, forgetting everything but the head on her shoulders) and readied the new school supplies purchased at the local pharmacy the day before. Marie then moved to the small dresser in the corner of the room where her clothing was stored, pulling a pair of jeans, a couple of tank tops to layer, and a cardigan from the top drawer. Before she had finished dressing herself for the day she added a studded belt around her waist, a pair of leather ankle boots, and a vintage-style headband, her blue locks pulled up into a loose bun, strands framing her face.

"Marie, are you nervous about your first day?" came May's voice as she re-entered the small bedroom, receiving a response in the form of a curt shake of the head. Nervous was not the emotion she would have chosen to describe how she was feeling as she pulled a brush through her sisters hair, irritated would have been a more accurate adjective. When all the tangles were out of the May's hair Marie collected her own school supplies, throwing them haphazardly into the black messenger bag she had been using since the beginning of her high school education.

"Have a good day at school May, make sure you pay attention." were her parting words as she left the room, then the trailer, her aim the small high school on the outskirts of the town. The walk there was slightly colder than the teen expected and she was glad she didn't run into some of the others she had known from her past (being quite the bully in her middle school years she was sure they threw a party when the three sisters moved out of Peach Creek two and a half years ago). She kept her pace leisurely as she walked, not wanting to arrive at the brick building any sooner than she had to, and the early spring breeze cut through the thin cardigan with ease raising goosebumps on the slender girl's arms. When she finally arrived at Peach Creek High School there was already quite the swarm of teens buzzing around the hive, getting in and out of automobiles or standing just off school property holding their arms close to their bodies with a cigarette in hand.

The main entrance was two nondescript metal doors set atop two cement stairs, stairs Marie reluctantly climbed wanting nothing more than to forgo this attempt at education and go anywhere else. Pushing the doors open she entered the hall of the school, the main office set right in front of her, a counter separating the area where the adults worked from the students. She approached the counter looking at the various notices for upcoming sports and clubs, a fluorescent blue notice catching her eye.

"May I help you, Miss?" came the voice of a pleasant-looking young woman behind the counter, invisible until you were standing right up on the counter. She was wearing a pair of cats-eye glasses and her short sandy hair was styled into soft waves; from the neck up she looked straight out of the 50's.

"I just transferred here, today is my first day." Marie's voice sounded, louder than usual as people stopped in the hallway, chatting among themselves about what Marie could only assume was the new transfer student. The looks on their face confirmed that when she wheeled around to shoot them a dirty look, seeing a familiar face or two among the crowd but not looking long enough to match a name to the faces.

By the time the woman had all the necessary paperwork in Marie's hands the school bell had rung signaling the start of classes and there was no longer any disturbances in the hallway, save the occasional late student asking for a hall pass. Marie held her new schedule in one hand, sliding the notice that caught her eye into her bag with the other. Her first class was English, a favorite subject of hers next to art and gym, and when she finally reached the classroom her face fell as she looked through the small window in the door and spied not one but three of the kids, now older teens, from the cul-de-sac. Kevin sat in the front of the class, dressed in what appeared to be a tight shirt reminding Marie of a baseball jersey, towards the middle of the class sat a kid whose name she couldn't quite remember, though he did still have that stupid piece of wood sticking out of his bag on the floor, and in the back of the class sat the blond-haired beauty of the cul-de-sac; Nazz.

The arrangement of the friends suggested to Marie either seating was alphabetical or there was a falling out among the friends, though a glance from Kevin to Nazz proved the first option to be true, the face Kevin made when the teacher turned around to write something on the board could only be one of friendship. There was one seat left in the class, towards the back, right next to the girl with the blond hair who was stifling giggles.

The door handle whined as Marie turned the brass knob, gaining entrance into the classroom, causing the students and teachers to turn and face the new arrival, a scowl beginning to pull down the corners of the blue-haired girls lips.

"Ah! I heard there would be a new transfer student but I didn't think it would be today. Everyone, this is..." the balding English teacher looked down at a piece of paper on his desk, pausing to scan the list of students until his eyes fell on what he was looking for. "Marie Kanker, she'll be joining us from today on. Please take a seat in the back next to Nazz and we'll continue the lesson, at the moment we're discussing the most recent book assignment, The Princess Bride." Marie nodded at the teacher and began to make her way down the aisle of desks, earning a dirty, almost protective, look from Kevin and flinches from the wood guy and a few other students she may have known in middle school. Whispers erupted behind her as she moved to sit down next to one of the few kids whose name she remembered from when she initially lived in Peach Creek, and it surprised her when the fashionable blond met her with a hesitant smile.

"It's been awhile, Marie, how have you been?" Nazz asked while the teacher tried to get the rest of the class under control. He was failing miserably. Nazz's question took Marie by surprise, leaving her speechless. Fact was, out of all the kids in the cul-de-sac Nazz gained a lot of contempt from the three Kanker sisters because of the Ed's attraction to the girl.

She should be glaring at me, not making polite conversation, kind of like that douche in the front of the room. Marie's eyes had fallen on Kevin, who had his phone in one hand texting someone without looking at the black rectangle, his eyes were trained on Marie's face with a look of disdain coloring his features.

"What the fuck is his problem?" came her response to Nazz's question, shooting Kevin a dirty look and taking the blond aback at the abruptness of the question. Following Marie's eyes Nazz let out a chuckle as she recognized who the subject was of Marie's dirty look, the chuckle breaking Marie's eye contact and causing the blue-haired girl to look at her neighbor.

"What's so funny?"

"He's probably worried you might try to take the object of his affection away, he and Double D have been an item for a few months now and you've always been...aggressive in the pursuit of the Edd." The comment made Marie let out a curt laugh, not that she found their relationship funny, maybe a little unexpected, but more because Kevin seemed to expect she'd be the same obsessed 12-year-old she had been in middle school. She hadn't thought about Eddward for at least a couple of years now and had matured a bit since she spent her time chasing the genius around. Still, such a prime chance to mess with someone didn't always present itself so readily.

"Didn't you know, that's why I came back." she said sarcastically, causing Nazz to choke back a laugh and Kevin's eyes to narrow in curiosity and contempt, wondering what the two girls were talking about. Marie locked eyes with the red-head in the red baseball cap and winked at him suggestively, mouthing a question to the jock. "Is Double D still a hot piece of ass?"

The reaction was instantaneous, Kevin's face turning red with anger and embarrassment at the blunt statement. It was, however, cut short with a foreboding ahem at the front of the class signaling that the teacher was no longer going to deal with the interruption. Kevin jumped and wheeled around to face the board and Nazz choked back another giggle.

"Now we're going to weed out the people who read the book from the people who thought the movie would suffice. Nazz, seeing as you think this is such an amusing lesson, will be the first victim. What fate met Buttercup when she dove off the side of her kidnapper's boat?" The class turned toward Nazz as they waited the agonizing seconds for her answer. Nazz deadpanned, the amusement at her new neighbor's exchange with her friend long forgotten, truth was one of the kids that rented the movie, and on top of that English wasn't a strong subject for her.

Next to her Marie had taken a notebook out of her messenger bag and began to doodle with a green pen, tapping her neighbor with her foot when she finished the quick sketch of a fin breaching triangular waves. She knew the trick question, in the movie it had been shrieking eels, but she had read the book at least twice since she started high school and with Nazz being nice to her she figured she'd help the girl out.

"Sharks?" Nazz seemed to ask, her eyes covertly falling on the little doodle in the notebook. The teacher nodded in response and moved on to other students who were trying to slyly hold conversations or texting. The rest of the class went without very much incident, though Marie was rather amused when Kevin got the question directed at him wrong. Being the new kid fit her preferences well, though she knew the answers to the questions the teacher asked she wasn't the kind to raise her hand to answer, and because she was new the teacher didn't call on her for an answer. When the bell finally chimed Marie's notebook had already been placed back into her messenger bag so she stood up hastily and made for the door to the hallway which was already bustling with life.

According to one of the papers Marie had folded into the front of her jeans her locker wasn't that far from her next class and she found it with ease, twisting the little dial to the proper numbers, taking a couple of times and a bit of patience she didn't have to get the rust color atrocity open. Inside smelled like stale air and there was old tape marking decorating the back of the door. Piling her notebooks into the space she hung her bag up on the little hook. It wouldn't be until later that she would receive any textbooks and there was no use in carrying more than one notebook and a pen around with her.

A light tap on her shoulder caused her to just about jump out of her skin, turning on her heel her eyes fell on her new english neighbor. Getting a fuller look of the girl Marie noted she was still taller and dressed fashionably. She reminded Marie of a cupcake.

"I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out in class like that, I've never had the best grades in English, and I haven't exactly read the book." Nazz said pleasantly, her tone turning a bit mischievous towards the end of her sentence. Nazz smiled at the blue-haired girl causing Marie to return the smile and her eyes darting to the left as she felt a slight pounding in her chest as Nazz cocked her head to the side.

"It was no problem. Uh - thanks for not being a dick to me like you probably should have been." Her voice sounded a little unsure as she spoke but the bell gave Nazz no time to respond.

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