Economic Failure

By StarWolf

3/30/2004

Title: Economic Failure

Author: StarWolf (elendraug@yahoo.com)

Fandom: Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Pairing: Slight Ed x Edd

Rating: G

Genre: General, bits of angst and romance

Warnings: Hints of slash

Distribution: Don't put it anywhere. You don't have my permission under any circumstances.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, Edd, and Eddy. I just love them to bits.

Summary: Summer rains...you can never predict them.

Authoress' Notes: Please shoot me. Psychopaths like me shouldn't be living.

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It was as unpredictable as the summer rains, thinks Edd as they walk down the street. You could, theoretically, attempt to cook eggs on the sidewalk, but he fervently denies any desire to eat such a concoction. As the sun blazes overhead, Eddy speaks of jawbreakers and Ed of sea monsters, and Double-D finds it oh-so-amusing.

Summer and its rain seem to last forever, and the ink stains their fingers while they scrape soggy newspapers from the asphalt. Though Edd tries to wash it off, it stubbornly stays on his skin. No amount of scrubbing will remove it. Eddy suggests that they remove Edd's skin and sell it to people who need skin grafts. Double-D frowns at him and states that the cells in his epidermis wouldn't last long enough to bring them to a proper medical facility anyway, and is about to continue on with his analysis of Eddy's lack of logic when Ed says that the hide of a bizarre creature with an outlandish genus and species can be used to stop diarrhea. Edd and Eddy don't know how to respond, so they don't.

Eddy's words are smooth, like butter over toast. With each new scheme he attempts to con the other kids, who are anything but gullible. Double-D points out that after all this time of scamming, their peers in this neighbourhood are not likely to fall for such ridiculous claims. In his mind, Eddy is building an automatic "cash" dispenser and fashioning it out of dirty socks and broken pencils. When Ed asks why Eddy doesn't just use the machine himself, Eddy mumbles about counterfeit bills and threatens to punch him. Edd thinks that this is rather excessive, and Eddy tells him to shut up. Exchanging glances as Eddy stomps away, Ed and Edd shrug.

In their respective bedrooms, Ed builds models of spaceships and Edd reads textbooks about astrophysics. Edd believes in science; Ed, in science fiction. Double-D explains that the two don't go together, just like arachnids and aliens don't belong with each other. Ed says that it's a perfectly normal occurrence on a planet with an unpronounceable name, so Edd just smiles and nods.

Sweat soaks Ed's jacket; rain drizzles on Edd's thoughts. At the moment there's a sunshower, and they're feeling the best? worst? of both types of weather. Ed claims that this is the sort of climate a gogsnobbler maxtorbulator would thrive in, and Edd laughs and shakes his head. His black hat clings to his damp hair and his red shirt to his damp body, and Ed hands his jacket to him before Edd gets a chance to shiver. Double-D thanks him, and refrains from noting that an already wet garment isn't going to warm a person very much. Grinning absently, Ed slings an arm over Edd's shoulders, and they talk of mutants and meteorology.

Eddy interrupts their conversation, comments on their displays of a certain sexual orientation, complains that he's broken the supplies for his machine, and goes on to complain that he's broke, as well. Ed stares at the ground, and Edd sighs.

Money, money, money. It's not funny.