Title: Turn Back The Hands Of Time
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy
Setting: College Ages, Peach Creek, Yet Unnamed City
Pairing: Eddy/Edd, Kevin/Edd
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 929
Type of Work: Chapter Story
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Abuse, Tobacco Use, Alcohol Dependency, Co-Dependency, Yaoi/Gayness/Slash, Self Medication, Trauma
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Double D never thought life would look so bleak. Meeting a blast from the past seems to stir up more than just feelings of regret.
AN: Well, now. This story came to me and just really needed to get out. I don't know why my muse was so high for it, but here it is. It's going to be a bit of a darker story than what I usually write, but I think I needed a break from trying to force myself to write happy, cute things when I feel more like driving my truck into the river. Depression sucks, but there's always a silver lining. I hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter One: The Joker And The Thief ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Whenever Edd had contemplated his life as a child, he'd seen nothing but Nobel Peace Prizes and patents in his future. It had never occurred to him that no matter how well-prepared someone was, or how great their test scores were, that the company they kept was just as important. Instead of going to the Ivy League school he'd been planning on, the school that had practically been begging for him since the SATs, he found himself at the local community college because his friends 'needed him'. Sure, Ed was a bit of a lost cause, still in highschool at twenty, but Eddy could have probably survived on his own.
Of course, with friends like them, staying on top of twenty credit hours of schoolwork didn't exactly seem easy. With Eddy's scams running rampant, his work was sometimes muddled, and, while impressive, most teachers wouldn't accept an essay over the propulsion components of laundry detergent when the assignment had been a review of Being and Nothingness. Which he had read, and hung off of every word like it was his own personal life plan. Needless to say, the review didn't come in so handy when Eddy was ready to try that jetpack idea again, and he'd been forced to rework all of his calculations from memory.
With all of his drawbacks, and all of the things working against him, he still never imagined that this would be his life.
"Hey, Double D," Eddy began from where he'd decided on leaving a full-body indention in the couch, "Could you go get two more coals goin'?"
"Uh…" Looking at the book before him on the table, and the papers strewn about, half-mixed with monster comics Ed wouldn't keep in his room, he finally sighed, "I suppose."
Getting up and having to abandon his work yet again, he made his way to the kitchen, around the island, and to the stove. Beside it sat the box of CocoNara coals they bought exclusively for the hookah that Eddy tended to hog. Thinking back, he still wasn't entirely sure what possessed them to smoke, but sometimes it was one of the only things that would put his life into perspective. To calm down with the deep breathing that it forced on him, and to be able to think without having to worry too much about Ed or Eddy, because they were right there with him. Life seemed calmer and easier to handle when he smoked, and that was one thing he liked about the towering monster Eddy still sucked on relentlessly, though the coals had all but run out.
"And while you're in there, could you make me a sandwich?" The rather pudgy man questioned, issuing an obligatory, "Thanks, Double D."
Because he knew that if he thanked the smarter male before he did something for him that it would get done because the other would never relinquish his precious manners.
With a small grumble, the middle Ed-Boy slumped a little, turning on the back left burner as he set two coals on it, before moving to the sink. Spending approximately five minutes and thirty seconds being sure his hands were clean, that beneath his nails was spotless, and that he wouldn't put any contaminants in the food, he finally made the other his sandwich. Preempting any requests for a second and a bag of chips, he brought the other his smorgasbord and set it down.
"So, how did the interview today go, Eddy?" Suppressing any bite from his voice, he successfully managed to sound cheerful, even though he was certain he would get bad news.
"Interview?" Scoffing and rolling his eyes, he shook his head, "What intervie-" And then realization struck, "Oh, uh… Good. It went, uh… Good." Yeah, that was the best coverup. Even Ed would have understood that.
"Oh, did it? That's wonderful." Now, the sarcasm leaked into Double D's voice as he headed for the table to collect his things. As long as they were safely locked in his room, he didn't have to deal with this.
"Double D~" Eddy whined, climbing onto his knees to look over the back of the couch, "Where are you going?"
"Out." Was the only reply as he strained himself to keep from stomping his way to his basement bedroom. With his homework, backpack, and other necessary items locked up in his room, he made for the front door with his car keys in hand. He needed to just get out… And a regular walk wouldn't do. Passing Ed by as he stomped down the steps, heading for his car, the smartest Ed didn't bother with words, simply locking himself in the spiffy white Sedan and driving away with Motion City Soundtrack blaring from the speakers.
On the open road, out and away from that house on the outskirts of town, he felt free, rolling down the windows to feel the breeze in his dark hair. It was nice to get away every so often, and even now he welcomed freedom into his open arms. The drive into the city wasn't a long one, but it was secluded and not often traveled, leaving him free of most frustrations as he drove. Driving with the utmost care, he soon found himself parking on the outskirts of the park, and decided this would be a wonderful place for a walk.
Plugging his iPod into his headphones and starting his slow walk through nature, he didn't expect what would happen next. But, some surprises were always welcome.
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