My first KevEdd fic. I'll slowly work on it over time, I'm not very strong with prose, so bear with me. This story will switch between Edd's Diary and Kevin's e-mails. Since they are 90's kids, cell phones weren't really a thing. E-mails were. That's my logic and I'm sticking to it. And thanks to c2ndy2c1d for Nat's character, for he's a much-needed catalyst. Try not to be too harsh on me; I'm a poet, not a prose person, and I have a different creative process than most people. Thanks for giving me a shot :D Enjoy!

Dear Diary,

…Oh goodness, I never expected to see myself writing something like this. Um, how do I begin? Oh yes, I suppose I should start from the beginning.

My name is Eddward Vincent, or Double D, to my friends. I only recently received this, ah, assignment, you might say, from my counselor. You see, my parents aren't around as often as they'd like, and they long ago decided it would be best if I had someone to speak to about any and all concerns I may have. She is a nice lady, and I enjoy my meetings with her no matter the purpose behind them.

Now, onto the matter of you, Diary. My counselor, or Diane, as she insists I call her, has insisted I start keeping you as a record of any changes I go through, and for the sake of ensuring I know what to bring up to her at our next meeting.

You see, I am going through a much belated puberty. Whilst several of the physical aspects of puberty had found themselves unpleasantly present in my life, it wasn't until recently that I started to develop actual interest in the opposite sex. Or…well, never mind that, it is something I can write about soon, for now I will continue to inform you of my present state.

I have been rather befuddled by my most recent urges, things that are not gentlemanly in the least. My mind has been wandering to places I would rather not discuss right now, though I will admit readily that it hasn't been an altogether unpleasant experience. The source of my concerns, and the real catalyst behind my writing in you, is something I feel is beyond me to grasp.

You see, there's a boy. Well, I should say a man, for he's not much of a boy any longer. I've known him since childhood, and I suppose you could say we are good acquaintances now, if friends is a bit too presumptuous. Upon seeing him the other day, my mind seemed to wander to a place it's been going more recently, and though it is not unfamiliar, it is…not something I would ever expect to think of him.

I, um…oh gosh, I suppose this is all private. Very well then…I was walking to my locker between classes, and happened to see him as he passed by a sunlit window, when the thought occurred. We have been acquaintances for some time, and would occasionally give a casual nod to one another upon our passing. I was…caught by surprise, you could say, this time.

I greeted him as I normally would, a smile on my face and an acknowledging nod. For some reason, his greeting was different. Not to say he realized it; maybe it was the lighting, or, more than likely, he was thinking of something else. But he had this…I can't find any other words to describe it, this beautiful smile on his face, and the way his hair framed it...I felt a little…strange, to say the least. He nodded back, and as he passed, I couldn't help but notice the pleasant scent of his body wash, the fresh scent of conditioner in his hair.

And for the life of me, I couldn't get that gorgeous smile out of my mind.

It's still in there, too. I can see his eyes, pale and sea green in the mid-morning light. His hair, mostly tucked beneath his signature ball cap, was firey and captivating. It all framed his face, freckles dotting his pale cheeks above that smile.

And that, Diary…that is why I need you. Because though I don't believe anything is wrong with me, I'd rather be certain before I make any assumptions of any permanence towards my being. I know you won't judge me, nor will Diane, and nor will my parents. But I need you to help me keep track of these…feelings…and possibly, these urges as well.

Because it still keeps replaying in my head, and it makes my eyes flutter shut every time…and I'd like to know why.

I must head to bed now, Diary. Tomorrow is a new day, and I must be well-rested. I shall tell you of my happenings tomorrow, should there be any. For now, keep my secrets safe.

Yours truly,

Double D