There may be some smut in some later chapters, we'll have to see
I don't own any of these characters, and I do apologize if I can't make Double D sound as smart as he really is ;/;
Chapter 1
It was raining. The hot pavement below Eddy's feet drank up the cooling rain like it hadn't ever been rained on before as he walked home from school, alone, again. The two boys, his best friends, wanted to follow him, begged to follow him, and their needy, confused eyes were burned into his brain, but he just...wanted to be alone and gather his thoughts. Eddy, the shortest of the Ed boys, shifted uncomfortably in his quickly dampening clothes and sat on the side of the road. He put his head in his hands, his wet black hair falling limp. In high school now, everything was all so confusing. So...complicated. Why couldn't he get it together?
"Eddy, you're so dumb." he murmured to himself bitterly. "What happened to Nazz? Do you not find her attractive anymore? What's wrong with you?"
Sighing, he picked up a rock and threw it, hard, watching it skirt across the pavement when it landed. He was starting to get cold now, but he didn't care. Getting to the cul-de-sac and to his house was the last thing on his mind. He stood up and crossed his arms, walking slowly along the sidewalk. Maybe what his brother said all those months ago was true. He just had too much pride to admit it. He didn't want to admit it. Just the very thought made him sick to his stomach.
Eventually he found that he'd wandered into his yard and opened his sliding door, shivering and wet, to find Double D sitting on his bed, like he'd been waiting. Color rose to his cheeks, but he didn't know why. "Sockhead? What are you doing here?" Eddy asked as he slid the door closed, ignoring the skinnier boy's tsking at him being wet and possibly catching a cold. He didn't care.
"I wanted to wait for you." Double D told him, nervously licking the gap in his teeth as he often did. "I wanted to make sure you were alright. You did seem dreadfully withdrawn and subdued. Ed even noticed."
Eddy sighed a bit, running his fingers through his dripping hair. Had he been acting strange? He'd tried not to show it. "I'm fine,Sockhead." he said softly after a minute, kicking his shoes off and sitting to pull off his socks. "I needed to think. That's all."
Double D sat in silence, watching him as if he didn't believe him, but said nothing. Eddy noticed for the first time that he'd been letting his hair grow out, and how his eyes widened just a little when he was concerned, how...nice..the features of his face were... He felt a blush warm his cheeks and shook off the thoughts, kicking his shoes into the corner.
"Here." Double D approached him with a pile of clean clothes. "Knowing you were out in the rain, heaven knows why, I'd taken the liberty of getting you dry clothing materials so you won't come down with any sickness from being chilly too long."
Eddy took them and smiled a little. "Thanks." He looked up into the other boy's face, wondering, wondering, then blinked when he stepped bank. "Yes, well. I should be getting home to finish the chores mother set out for me to do today. Do get some rest, Eddy. You look exhausted." Double D smiled, giving him a look of genuine concern, before putting on his yellow rain coat and hat and stepping outside, closing the door behind him.
"Bye." Eddy said softly into the empty air, then got up and went into his bathroom. He needed to shower.
The hot water ran down the boy's cold skin as he faced the back of the shower, his forehead resting against the wall, fists balled up in apparent anger. But who was he angry at? Himself? He slowly turned and slid his back down until he was sitting, staring up at the ceiling. He was angry at himself. Angry that he was having these confusing feelings. Angry that he knew it was wrong. And most of all, he was angry that he couldn't ever tell Double D any of this.
Double D was his best friend. His best GUY friend. You weren't suppose to have..ugh..crushes on your best friend. Especially if he's a guy. Eddy slammed his fist against the floor of the tub in anguish, closing his eyes against the flood of emotion. Why? Why couldn't he be like all the other guys and like breasts, curves and perfume? Why couldn't he just be normal?
Eddy eventually got dressed and crawled into bed, pulling the pillow over his head to block out the light. He'd just have to forget this whole thing. Forget all of it. He'd have to go back to just being them. He and Sockhead and Lumpy. How it was suppose to be.