Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plot from Ed, Edd N' Eddy. I do, however, own this particular story.
Warning: This story contains homosexual (BOYXBOY/GIRLXGIRL) and mature material, including; sexual situations, misuse of drugs, underage drinking, law-breaking, foul language, and violence. If you are against any of those things then, please, exit without flames. Thank you.
Summary: Our favorite pranksters are growing up! School's beginning to come to an end, peer pressure is really starting to set in, and hormones are raging. Especially for two certain hat-wearing opposites who begin to develop and discover the feelings they feel for each other. And when the expression of their love is shown, watch as all those who are around them react. Horrible summary, my apologies. KevEdd. BoyxBoy.
"Salutations Eddy! I trust you are just as enthused as I to return to our education system, in hopes of bettering ourselves for the near future, yes?"
It was currently Eddward Marian Vincent's, along with the rest of the cul-de-sac -save for a select few-, Senior year of High School. And, over the years, just as expected with everything else, many things had changed.
For one, the scams had ceased to partake, having become sparse over their eighth grade year before disappearing entirely when High School became the alternative. Along with this, came difficulties Eddward entirely expected, just not so drastically. The Ed's friendship had drifted apart. Naturally, with opposing schedules and new faces, one could only understand that things would be different.
Eddy, through all of his bad decisions, had to be the most disappointing in the intellect's forgiving eyes. He'd grown to a substantial height -just shy of an inch compared to Eddward-, lost his baby fat, and was quite handsome, to say the least -though Eddward protested profusely against the eyebrow, nose, and multiple ear piercings he had adapted over the years-. But, after his appearances began to become fewer by the day, Ed had come to the chemistry wiz with the horrid news of Eddy's participation under the influence. Naturally, Edd tried full-heartedly to speak with his dearest friend about his wrongful decisions. But his voice fell on deaf ears as the intake became worse. Now, not a day went by where you didn't see the bloodshot eyes adorning Eddy's tired, sullen features. His spiral into depression obvious to both Eddward and their loveable oaf, Ed. Though, neither deemed it safe to approach the ex con over the matter, simply keeping a watchful eye out.
Ed, on the other hand, was an entirely different, if not more troublesome, situation. Puberty had done him well, bulking the already invincibly solid body he possessed while his height reached to outrageous numbers. He easily towered over everyone in their town, the same goofy grin always upon his masculine features. He began working for Rolf, who'd dropped out of school as soon as he was sixteen -his beginning of Sophmore year-, the summer before they'd become freshman. The farm work was laborious and long, reaching to the point where the Ed's only saw each other in their completed trio during school hours or heavily scheduled meets. And, just as Sophmore year had ended, Ed had announced that he was quitting school to work for his friend full-time.
Great. Fantastic.
Edward, of course, was horrendously against this, trying everything he could to stall the idea that leaving was a genius plan. But, as always, the lump never fully took him up on the advice, though he did have a small, serious conversation with the intellect about how he felt for the situation. It had been one of those times where the large male had completely outwitted even the great mind of Vincent control. Becoming oddly serious in his explanation that school just wasn't for him, that he wasn't cut out to grasp hold of the degrees and awards the intellect himself strived for.
'I'll be okay, Double Dee.' He remembered the other reassuring as he hugged him with bone crushing pressure, 'There's no need to worry for me!' That's what he'd said, but the hat wearing genius still struggled with the fact that his continuation of his high school career would be without the tall teddy bear.
The brunette's frown deepened as Eddward slid into the passenger seat of his self-bought vehicle.
It was amazing, really, that the stubbornly stingy con artist managed to save up enough for the goal of a car, the fact hat he'd pulled through with such a high-set luxury more surprising than anything. Eddy, having had worked countless hours at his part-time job at the small mini-mart across town, no longer had to walk the two miles it took to get to such a location.
A scowl -that the hat-wearing genius had grown far too accustomed to for the mind to even acknowledge that it was, indeed, a scold- pulling the seams of his slightly chapped lips downwards.
"Stuff it, Sockhead." He grumbled, agitated by the simplest of things, and placed a cigarette between his lips.
A gap toothed smile faltered, Edd's hand instinctively reaching up to adjust his recently bought, plain black beanie -the white-stripped, childhood headwear long since worn away to practically nothing- at the insult. Toxic puffs of cancer wafting over a pale face after the pierced brunette lit the Menthol.
"Pardon me, Eddy. But would you mind rolling down the window?" Eddward asked in careful, polite voice. He didn't want to upset the other.
Heaven forbid something actually offended Eddy.
Said male grunted but did as asked, grumpily continuing to drive in the mornings warmth before slowing as they neared the 'Park N' Flush' trailer park. Eddward took the chance to take in the condition a place he once feared so severely. Observing the overgrowth of weeds and grass, junk thrown and tossed around as if it were the dump, and over all smell of musk that proved baths weren't a regular.
He forced himself to avoid a grimace from this knowledge just as he noticed Eddy's car pulling to a stop in front of the Kanker mobile home, the horridly high-pitched squeal of the rusted breaks cutting through the air sharply.
The poor excuse of a shelter had more than a few improvements needed to even be considered stable. The rusted metal was showing through the blue paint coating the siding, Lee having slapped the color across in an attempt to hide such things. The stairs leading to the door were rotted, Eddward nearly falling through every time he attempted to ascend the poor workmanship, the screen door placed before the actually front barrier was hanging on one hinge, crooked with the screen punched through from seeing many spurts of anger. Overgrowth surrounded the perimeter, windows were taped up with newspaper, and the roof had tarps laid over to prevent the inevitable leaks.
Eddward had always said he'd help with repairs if needed, but, was usually shot down with glares of death before he could finish.
He'd make it his personal project this up-coming summer, he thought.
Just as he was about to exit the vehicle to go knock on the door, the ravenette's best friend beat him to the punch by slamming his palm down onto the car horn, a terribly old and screeching shriek sounding throughout the presently quiet park.
Edd scowled and turned to him, "Eddy! You will wake the neighbors if you continue with that obnoxious racket!"
The stoner simply took another drag from his cigarette and said, as he exhaled, "Like I give a shit. The bitches need to hurry it up before we're late."
"Language, Eddy!"
He rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah, I got it, Sockhead."
Frowning once again at the nickname, Edd grumbled to himself before seeing the door to the trailer open. It slammed back against the side of the trailer, the dent from years of such abuse further imprinted, as two sisters, who looked less then enthused to be up at such an early hour, came out and jumped over, rather than risk the stairs themselves, the few steps and landing on the grass.
A gap-toothed smile brightened exceptionally as they neared and got into the back seats of Eddy's car.
"Greetings, Marie, May! Are you ready for-" he began, only to be interrupted.
"Save the speech for after lunch, Eddward. I'm too tired." His blue haired, best friend groaned, earning a snicker from the boy next to Eddward as said boy pouted.
And yes, you were correct in forwarding the term best friend.
After high school had come, Marie had seemed to calm down her antics. She ceased her chase while her sisters continued theirs. They ended up conversing one afternoon. A few upperclassmen had been getting rough with Eddward, nothing unusual, but Marie, bless her, had stepped in before things had gotten too messy. And, whilst dabbing at the blood pooling beneath the Ed's nose, having literally dragged him into, regrettably, the ladies restroom, Eddward was ecstatic to find that she had quite a lovely personality. She was rather smart, despite not caring for her studies, and, with the genius' help, she is now at the top of their class along with a few others, including Edd himself. They've been inseparable ever since that time, in their Sophomore year. And, unfortunately, -or fortunately, depending on how it is looked at- despite the time he's had with his childhood friends, Marie has been more of a friend to the intellect than both Eddy and Ed.
Not that it can be said that the two haven't been there for him. It is simply known that Ed has always been a softy, just gullible. And Eddy... Well. Eddy's just.. Eddy.
That doesn't quite help the situation but, Edd supposed they themselves don't make very much sense, so neither would the logic.
These thoughts were interrupted when the Ed felt a pair of familiar, feminine and mildly tattooed arms wrap around his neck, the hug being caused awkward by the headrest interrupting direct contact.
A pair of lips were then at his ear, "Don't be upset, I'm just really tired is all." she purred, trying to remedy her harsh words.
Edd blushed lightly and stumbled over his words, "Oh goodness! I-I'm terribly sorry, Marie. I did not intend to gain your guilt. Forgive me, I am perfectly fine and understand you are simply lacking in energy on this morning!" He babbled.
She giggled and kissed a now scarlet cheek, causing the poor boy to blush more, "Calm down, silly. I forgive you." she said and released her prey to sit back.
The junior smiled sheepishly and glanced over when Eddy groaned and rolled his eyes, "Geez Double-Dee. Don't have a heart attack. It's like you guys are dating or something." He muttered the last part, earning a scowl.
Marie was the only one who knew do the dork's secret. Eddward had come out to her sometime during his Sophomore year, a while after they'd befriended one another, that he was homosexual. She was absolutely accepting and swore not to tell a soul. And, being true to her word had brought the two closer together overall.
"That is not the case, E-"
The ravenette was interrupted once again by May, who seemed all too willing to join in on picking on him, "Yeah, except he's Marie's bitch." she said in her high-pitch, guttural voice, heated down from many years of smoking, like Eddy's.
Edd's jaw dropped and he blushed heavily at the absurd accusation, "May!" he shrieked, voice cracking embarrassingly and causing the two to laugh.
"Yeah!" Eddy added, "I bet he even let's her paint his toenails and smears that weird, green gunk all over his face to prevent wrinkles!"
"Eddy, please-" he tried.
"Hah!" May howled, lighting up a cigarette, "You should hear him when he comes over for the night!" She calls and leans heavily against her blue haired sister.
"Just what are you two doing in there that requires so much noise.?" She asked in a sultry tone, suggestively waggling her eyebrows.
The elder rolled her eyes and shoved the blonde back to he own side of the backseat.
"Fuck off, May."
"Marie! Language, ple-!"
"Make me, you blue-waffled cunt." the younger snarled, suddenly angry with the harsh treatment.
'Oh dear..' Eddward thought in distress to himself, noticing how Eddy huffed a sigh of annoyance and sucked down more intoxication from his cigarette as May threw her own out in order to strangle her sister.
The two half-sisters continued with their attempted brawl until Eddy managed to pull the car into the school parking lot.
By then, Eddward's face was set into an obviously annoyed expression, still sour from the insults thrown unnecessary towards him. He flashed a glare towards Eddy and the blonde beast in the back before he stepped out of the vehicle as gracefully as he could.
"Oh come on, Double-Dee." May said in a sing song voice, noticing his fierce gaze.
"We were only kidding, Sockhead." Eddy said, finishing off his second cigarette and stomping on it.
Being ever the gentlemen, the tall Ed smoothed over his vest and slung his satchel across his chest before opening the back door for Marie to step out, frowning as he did.
"I fail to see what is so very funny about my misfortune."
The druggie rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
Sighing to himself, Eddward closed the door once Marie was out, one black tipped hand fixing the black dress she wore with little skulls on it while the other ran through the Mohawk her short blue hair was styled into, as Eddy walked away. May having run off to go find a date, no doubt.
Marie then wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down to her height, and smiled up.
He stared back in monotone.
She snickered as he carefully removed her arm, releasing him from the crucial position.
"Now now, Eddward. You know I love you."
"So you say." he replied, crossing his long arms over a sweater clad chest.
She giggled and kissed his pale cheek, "Come on, let's go get our schedules." she said and, being that her powers were too great, the Ed couldn't help but return her smile. Allowing her to lace her smaller, feminine fingers with his bony, pale digits before walking towards the one thing Eddward had been excitedly anticipating since the end of their last school year.
Panted breaths escaped through slightly chapped lips as the weight that had been lifted repeatedly with now slightly shaky arms, was eased down. Secured into it's holder before the redhead allowed himself to slowly sit up upon the bench.
A quick glance at the clock told him that he had time for a quick thirty minute run before he'd need to shower and head off to school before the his first class began.
So, snatching up his iPod on the way, Kevin Barr, Senior at Peach Creek High, star football player, and former -on occasion- bully, stepped out into the humid morning air of August, red cap nowhere in sight, and stuffed the white earbuds into his ears as he took off down his regular path.
Over the years, many things have changed for the popular ginger. For one, puberty must have loved him, for it was far too kind to be anything but considered fair towards the now 6'4 male. His once scrawny body was now broad and muscular, chiseled and tone from his daily routines. The pale, freckled skin that used to burn so easily, after many years of being outside, tamed down in order for an attractive shade of light bronze over took the expanse of flesh. Accompanied with sharp, emerald green eyes, a bright, crookedly charming smile, and deep copper hair, one could have no other choice but to consider the man attractive.
Not that Kevin was complaining.
Oh no, not in the least.
As he paced himself, by now turning onto a small path through the construction site-were they ever going to continue the work?-, having already passed the old playground, Kevin began thinking about, well, everything.
Running had always been pleasant to him. Sure, the sweat smelled rank, legs became cramped, muscles get tense, and breathing becomes the hardest task to accomplish as your lungs burned. But, when it was just him, the beat of his music, and the open air, he'd like to think that it was a small escape towards his reality.
He didn't have to pretend. Didn't have to lie. He didn't even have to think. But he did. He'd think about his dad, Nazz, Nat. He'd think about his past, what he wanted to do in the future. If he could bully Johnny into giving up his homework again or if he should just not give a shit. He'd think about football, about girls, food. Everything.
It was nice, to just be able to think and not have to act on it. Because all he really needed to focus on was the pattern of his breathing, the pace of his carefully placed steps, and the path ahead of him.
Most people can't accomplish said path he takes every single day. Both Nazz and Nat had tried, having ended up complaining only a quarter of the way through and, because it had been with them, the usually time it took him was stretched out over two hours because they'd insisted on walking.
Pussies.
That was the first and last time he'd ever taken anyone with him.
Yeah, you had to go past the playground, through the construction site, weave across the Creek, sneak behind the trailer park, climb through the junkyard, and then make your way back behind all of the houses in the cul-de-sac before coming around the corner and head back towards the jock's house. So what?
It wasn't that bad.
Kevin had even managed to shave his time down to the thirty minutes of which he was taking right now, having nailed the perfect pace without any breaks between.
By the time he got back, the sleeveless hoodie he wore was clinging to his body, soaked in sweat, his feet and calves ached, and his entire torso was tense.
But he didn't mind, he was used to it.
Ducking under the frame of his basement door, far too tall to walk through properly, and closing the door, he made his way towards the equipment laying around, tossing his iPod on top of an old tv he would sometimes indulge in while working out.
Picking up a towel from the bench, the redhead wiped at his sweaty face, side-stepping and weaving his way through the crowded basement.
A certain blue Great Dane, Lottie was her name, quickly scrambling to stand at her unbelievably tall height in order to follow. She caught up to walk side-by-side with her master up the steep stairs, earning a pat on her head before a race broke out between the two, through the currently quiet house, to see who could get to the bathroom first.
As expected, Kevin's giant friend beat him by a landslide.
He laughed heartily when her paws slid across the checkered tile floor and she tumbled into the tub, causing the smile to disappear. Instead replace with a look of concern as the tall male rushed over to check on her. She easily got up, though, and simply looked at her redheaded owner with a gleam in her bright blue eyes.
Kevin smiled and ran his hands over her short grey hair, kissing her head before Reaching past her to start the shower.
He walked over and held the door open, ever the gentlemen towards his beloved lady, but she cocked her head to the side in confusion, believing to have been invited to attend such a luxurious act.
But the redhead rose an eyebrow, "You know better, Lottie," he chided, voice deep and still just a hint out of breath, "No more showers together. Not after last time."
She almost seemed to pout, her tail between her legs as she patterned out of the room, slowly in case he changed his mind.
He didn't.
A roll of the eye and closing of the deep chestnut door was all it took before he began stripping himself of his sweats, having kicked off his shoes and peeling off the hoodie.
He kept the water chilled, waking himself further as he slowly worked out the tension his his muscled with a thoroughly lathered up hand. Once done, the jock stepped out and towered himself down, wrapping the now damp fabric around his waist before opening the door and walking down the hall and into his room, finding Lottie sprawled out across my bed.
Scowling, he spoke, "It was cute when you were a pup, now it's just annoying, Lot."
She ignored the banter, simply snuggling further into her spot and causing the man to sigh in exasperation as he pulled on a pair of briefs and a black tank top.
Next came the orange hoodie; it was rather warm outside, but the light material would do in the air conditioned building of the school.
While searching around the heavily covered floor for a clean pair of jeans, Lottie quickly jumped from the bed and ran downstairs at the sound of a door opening and closing, her bark low yet feminine as well in greeting. Kevin couldn't help but laugh when he heard the unmistakable yell of Nazz as the dog, no doubt, attacked her with love.
It was in the midst of putting on a pair of worn, red converse when a long haired blonde came tumbling into the room, clearly not amused by Lottie's insistent licking.
"Why does she always do this to me?!" her light and feathery voice complained.
Chuckling lightly, he stood up, "Because you're the only other female who comes around here." He explained, looking around for his hat, and adding in a mutter, as an afterthought, "Lottie, you better not have ate it."
"Over here, genius."
He turned, signature red hat in the hands of his best friend.
Taking it, Kevin placed it backwards on his head, muttering a thanks as she continued ranting.
"That's another thing we're gonna have to change! I mean, jeez, Kevin. When was the last time you even went on a date, dude?" she asked, going over to the corner cracked mirror in order to check her already perfectly red lips, adding more lipstick.
He simply rolled his eyes, stuffing his pockets with necessities, such as his phone and wallet.
"Where's Nat?"
"In the car, waiting. So you better hurry before he sucks us into listening to his favorite station, again."
Grimacing, he quickly slipped a faded purple back back over one shoulder, picking up his duffle bag with sports gear filling the inside space before walking out, having to pry the cheerleader from the mirror.
"Hey!"
"You look fine, Nazz." he drawled, though meaning it.
Recently, ever since she'd gotten a boyfriend -which was really nearly a year ago- Nazz had become increasingly aware of her own appearance. Kevin could remember the times where she didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought, which, she still doesn't towards him. But, it's become troublesome to see such a strong and admirable person fall under the pressures of others, Kevin's found.
She's even let her hair grow out to an outrageously long length, almost to the small of her back.
Fucking Nazz. With long hair.
Kevin could honestly say he'd preferred her with her short hair, and he's told her as such. And when the make-up, which he'd told her a million times she didn't need, and the expensive clothes came into play, Kevin had to remind himself of just who he was looking at.
Which made him frown.
Because shit, this was Nazz they were talking about.
His other half, in a completely non-romantic way. His best friend. Hell, his sister, even.
It was different, when she stayed overnight, which was less often considering her boyfriend -that issue having been taken care of-. Kevin was proud to say that she trusted him enough to abandon the unnecessary day-to-day applications in order to just be herself again. She didn't need all of those things to just lay around and eat pizza while playing video games.
And this made Kevin smile.
Though, his thoughts were broken when she pulled her hand from his own and ran ahead, hugging Mr. Barr, who was dressed in a robe with a cup of coffee in hand, and kissing his cheek before running out the door.
The older man smiled, rubbing away the brand-mark of lipstick from his chin before he noticed his only son with tired grey eyes, a smile tugging his lips.
"Have a good day at school." he said, teasingly.
A glare formed, but it was quickly beaten down by the smile Kevin gained from looked at his father's.
"Thanks, Dad. See ya."
The towering male patted Lottie's head once more, telling her to stay before he exited the yellow and teal house, walking down the steps and cemented path, towards the sleek black car that belonged to Nazz.
Noticing Nathan in the front, Kevin chuckling as the two bickered and smacked at each other to change the radio station. Chucking his duffel bag in the back seat before climbing in himself, Kevin was now greeted with the glorious sound of their arguing as the door was closed, sealing his fate.
The two continued as she started backing up. As an escape, Kevin averted his eyes to look out the window, trying to find any sort of distraction from the increasing volume coming from his obnoxiously proud friends.
And that was when he noticed him.
Long lean and toned legs seemed to tumble over their own feet, tripping over nothing and concealed in black skinny jeans that easily tricked the eye into believing the limbs were a mile long. His torso consisted of a green sweater vest over a collared button-down, sleeves pushed up to show off the pale expanse of forearms. A red tie tucked under as to not get caught in the wind, all of which secured into the hem of those black jeans and belt.
His hair was raven black, only a few locks around his ears and neck visible from beneath the black beanie he wore. Petal pink lips pulled back so as to allow his front two teeth to bit down into his plump lower lip. And stunning blue eyes brightened as the tall, lean male scurried away from his home, in an excited rush.
Kevin knew him from anywhere. He'd grown up with him, after all.
It was none other, than Eddward Vincent.
His Steve Madden's carried him easily as he held some books firmly against his chest, ones that couldn't fit into the already filled satchel flying in the wind behind him, looking more like a stuffed sausage than anything, the other hand holding down the hat wore on his head, so it wouldn't fall.
Kevin watched as the slightly petite Junior walked towards his rival's, Eddy's, piece of shit car.
He scoffed, thinking it better of to just look away from him before he caught the nerd's dorkiness. But, then, the redhead found himself unable to do as such, his eyes boring into the unsuspecting other as those pretty little lips showed off a gap-toothed smile that was far too adorable to be considered even carefree.
There was innocence in Eddward's eyes, a vulnerability that, for some reason, made the jock's stomach twist and turn over a few times too many. A childish want for that smile to be directed towards himself suddenly brimming his thoughts-
'Woah, gay.'
He frowned at himself, shaking his head and facing front when he realized he'd been staring for much too long, his self-scolding frozen when he noticed that the other two were now looking at him strangely.
"What?"
He tried hard to hold back the snarl in that one word.
"What're you staring at, dude?" Nazz asked, looking to where the redhead once had a moment before in time to see the little -well, not so little anymore- dork scramble into the ratty old car.
Nathan chuckled, "Dork."
'Well, fuck you, too.'
Kevin rose an eyebrow at himself, having to stop himself from producing the defensive words his tongue threatened to spit at the other.
Since when did he care about insulting the Double Dweeb?
He didn't have time to dwell on it, simply deciding to let it go as Nazz went into a story about Ed as she drove. So etching about when she was coming to get Kevin this morning and he'd passed by.
"He was carrying like, five chickens under his arms," she explained, giggling.
"Talkin' about how he was going to save them from the evil aliens from 'the great Gratiphi-rea-.. erm," she struggled before waving a dismissive hand, "Some type of galaxy or something." she finished lamely, laughing a bit at herself as a pair of heart shaped sunglasses were placed upon her face, the car accelerating with a step of her foot.
The teal haired teen chuckled, propping his feet atop the dashboard, "I don't think he's ever had one serious thought in his life."
"Well, what'd you expect?" Kevin offered, "Especially now that he's working for Rolf nearly all the time."
"Speaking of which, didn't Rolf quit school or somethin'?" Nat asked, checking himself out in the mirror and toying with his braces.
"Pft, yeah, like, two years ago, dude. Where have you been?" the blonde beauty asked teasingly.
It was true, the blue haired foreigner had turned seventeen last year, during their Sophomore year, and gave up school as soon as it was legal. Instead, Kevin hears he's been working at his far and bought property out at the cornfields, Ed helping him with crops and such as well.
It was weird, really.
Just another reminder that they were all growing up.
The carefree jock rolled his eyes and ran and through the colorful, spiky mess that was his hair, "Whatever, it's not my job to keep updated on these things. That's what I've got you guys for."
"Nice to know we're so loved, Nat." Kevin replied dryly.
He shrugged, "Hey, man, don't hate. I'm just too lazy for that shit."
"Obviously." Nazz chipped in.
They continued with the teasing and small talk until Nazz parked in the dreaded school parking lot, not too terribly crowded considering it was a small town.
Kevin grumbled grouchily as he got out of the car, walking with the two fiends he had the honor of calling his best friends, into the hell that waited, before separating from them to go to the office. The damn system having forgotten to send his schedule through the mail.
"I'll catch up with you guys later."
"'Kay, don't get lost now, ya hear!" Nathan called after the redhead, cat-calling Kevin's ass as Nazz slung her arm round her friend's neck and dragged him off.
A roll of Kevin's eyes towards the stupidity and a flip of the bird over his shoulder was the only indication that he'd heard.
He stood tall, being over six foot always had it's perks, walking as his mind wandered a bit dazedly to earlier.
Why would a dork like Eddward stick out so much?
Especially after all of these years?
It wasn't as if Kevin'd paid much attention to him before. Sure, when they were kids, the redhead had picked on him constantly.
Well, not really.
Most of that was just hated directed towards Eddy.
Eddward simply found himself in the middle while the battle flared and fists were thrown.
Most of the time, that is. Kevin was man enough to admit that he'd targeted the nerd a time or two. But when high school came, Eddy got into a whole bunch of drugs and didn't really bother with much of anything other than that, leaving Kevin to his own devices -except on occasion-. And then, Ed started working for Rolf all the time, so no one really saw much of him.
Really, the was no reason to involve himself with them.
They didn't bother the redhead, except for the few times that Eddy and he had crossed paths, one glance causing another useless fight between he two, so he'd never paid much attention. Anymore, that is.
So why, Kevin asks, does the little -well, tall- raven haired, gap-toothed nerd suddenly have the jock's attention?
He shook his head, 'Right, I'm over-analyzing this..'
There's nothing going on.
...Is there?
I know, for the first chapter, this really sucks. But I swear, it gets better! Please review or leave ideas for what you'd like to happen, I'm open.