A shadow was casted upon him.

Kevin turned around and from the afternoon light shining outside, the silhoutte of a thin boy with dropping shoulders was seen. He squinted, now able to recognize a familiar obedient expression and benign persona. Kevin asked, "Just you?"

The silhoutte approached him, tightly gripping on his messenger bag strap as though it was a seat belt, and answered with a wavering voice, "I-I suppose. Ed and Eddy agreed to coincide at my home, and then we travel to you together, but they never appeared, so I concured that perhaps they-"

"It's alright," Kevin cut him off. The truth was that it wasn't alright. He just didn't want to keep hearing Edd's voice. "I just blew up when I found out you guys broke my ride and even though I said that I wanted all three of you to be here when I needed to fix it, I expected Eddy to bail."

The rusty haired teen reached for the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and pulled on it's chain, turning it on. Illuminating under the bulb was his babe, his one and only, his very first motorcycle. It was a was Heritage Softail Classic, a birthday present from his old man. It was Kevin's ticket to adulthood, the proof that he was now a man who had grown out of riding a bicycle with high handle bars and a cheap horn.

But under the light, the motocycle stayed still. It was broken from the inside and, as much as Kevin hated knowing that, it was lucky for Kevin because the last thing he wanted his dad to know was that he broke something so expensive.

"I-I, um... I send a myriad of apologies on behalf of Ed, Eddy, and myself." The sound of Edd's voice bounced around Kevin's garage walls until it echoed outside.

"Yeah. Whatever." Kevin walked over to the shelf, taking a toolbox and dragging it to his motorcycle. He dropped the toolbox on the ground, allowing its loud crash to make Edd jump from his stance, and then stared at his ride. He took his hat off, scratched his head, put the hat back on, and the tapped the bottom of his chin as he continued to observe.

Edd took several deep breaths to calm his nerves. When he realized that Kevin didn't seem like he was going to hurt him anytime soon, Edd took a step forward. He tilted his head as he analyzed Kevin, and then said, "Um... May offer some assistance?"

"No."

"But it seems as though you are unaware of what even is the main problem with your-"

"No."

"I don't see anything wrong with me becoming your succor for this single moment."

"What." Kevin turned around from observing his motorcycle to staring directly at Edd, unsure if what he heard Edd say was actually what Edd said. Edd gave a small smile. Kevin rose and eyebrow at the other boy. "Did you just offer to suck-"

"GOOD HEAVENS. NO." Now Edd cut off Kevin before he could finish what he was saying. Edd was now a crimson red and holding onto his black hat as though he was a tea kettle and it was come steaming off his head at any second. "I OFFERED- I WAS JUST- TO HELP YOU-"

"Alright, alright! I get it!" Once again turning around to face his motorcycle, Kevin threw both hands in the air in defeat. "I know what you meant! You can help. Sheesh. Just stop overreacting and overtalking to everything. That's the last thing I need right now."

Edd cleared his throat as he tried his best to return to a calmer state. He then stepped up next to Kevin, at first unsure if he was allowed to, but when he saw that the other boy was too focused on his motorcycle to even notice him, Edd planted both feet on the ground. He found himself copying Kevin's actions, tapping on his chin as he observed the motorcycle. Then he searched into his messenger bag, taking out a flashlight and magnifying glass. Kevin saw Edd pull out these items from the corner of his eye, and then found himself once again starting at him with a raised eyebrow.

"If I may," Edd allowed himself to step closer to the motorcycle and crouched down. He shined his flashlight and peered through his magnifying glass first at the handlebars, and then travelled down where he took an even closer look into the engine as much as he can without actually touching it.
"I forget you liked to do mechanical stuff, too." Kevin muttered as he shoved both hands in his pocket.

"Tinkering, I'd like to call a hobby," Edd continued his search around the motorcycle. "If I remember, you were the one who spent much of his time making adjustments to his bicycle when we were younger."

"Yeah, well, that was a bike. I don't know about all... This." Kevin looked at the wall, beginning to feel embarrassed because he was obviously the inferior one here. He was now glad thaat Edd was too focused on his motorcycle because he knew how defeated he looked right now. "I don't even know what you and those dorks did to my bike- er, motorcycle. I just know that whatever you guys did, it'll cost me some repairs."

Edd stood up from where he was. He looked at Kevin with eyes that were trying to hold back pain as he defended his only friends, "I know that Ed and Eddy can do some actions that would seem rather... Malignant to you, but I tell you absolute truth when I tell you that they mean no harm." He cleared his throat and began to pat the dust off his shirt as he tried to change the tone in his voice back into a friendlier one. "But, um... Anyways." Edd turned off his flashlight and slipped it and his magnifying glass back into his back. "If it provides you any comfort, it appears that the only thing that 'those dorks' and I did was rip your throttle cable." Then he quickly added in a much quieter voice, "Though, I swear it was all Eddy."

The thing about Edd was that sometimes he used too many words to say a single message. kevin stared at him, trying to process everything he said, but when he realized he couldn't, he decided to ask a general question that didn't need any precedent information. "So what do I do?"

"Well, just your luck, I may have an extra, unused throttle cable somewhere within my home." Edd began to make his exit from the garage. "I will be right back. Do you have a socket set?" Kevin nodded. "Alright, you just grab that, and I will be back before you know it and we can fix your throttle cable in no time."

And Edd did keep to his word. Because within ten minutes, he did return to Kevin's garage with a new throttle cable in his hands. Edd closed the garage door behind him and then began to work with Kevin, teaching him how to properly replace the cable. Kevin used a wrench to remove the assembly from the handle bars and unhooked the cable from its housing. Edd did the unthreading himself because it was a difficult procedure with several obstructions in the way, but he still was able to talk Kevin through each step in case of any future accidents that Kevin had to deal with himself. When he finished, they worked on threading the new cable together and reassembly the motorcycle back, making sure that everything was straightened and adjusted before turning the motorcycle on and seeing if the cable pulled correctly.

"Choice." Kevin smirked as he turned his motorcycle off. He stepped off and then stood next to Edd, admiring their work. "I gotta say, you did some pretty fine work here, Double D."

"I believe you deserve some of your own acknowledgement, Kevin." Edd wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled back at Kevin. He then took a glance at his watch. "Oh, my! It's already almost dinner time. I have to prepare for my parents' arrival."

Edd span on his heels around as he rushed to the garage door. He bent down to pick up the bottom with both hands, and then stood up straight to open it. But the problem was, it wouldn't budge. After another moment of struggling to open the garage door, Edd stood up straight, wiped the dirt off his clothes once more, and then faced Kevin with a nervous smile. "It appears that, um... Your garage door is fixed to the floor-"

"Dude. Did you break my garage?" Kevin walked over to Edd, rolling up his green sleeves, and then tried his best to pull the door up. But no matter how tightly he gripped on the handle and how much he flexed his muscles to pull it up, it wouldn't move. Kevin took off his hat, ran a hand through his hair, and then put his hat back on. He glared at Edd, but he was trying his best not to become infuriated with him. "You broke my garage door."
"Th-there is a high possibility that it is just caught from the inside, perhaps if someone were to open it from the outside-"

"Great job, Master Tinker-er. What do we do now? We are stuck in my garage."

Edd began sinking into his own shirt as he slowly took as many steps away from Kevin as he could. Once he was away enough from any short-distance combat moves Kevin might be able to do to him, Edd frantically looked around for an escape. "Oh! There!" He pointed to the other door that led to the inside of Kevin's house and then made a dash for it. "We can enter your home and then I can leave through the front door!"

But to his dismay, that door was locked. Ed began to rattle the doorknob, not because he was trying his best to open it, but because he was becoming so scared that his hands were shaking violently. "D-d-don't you have your keys?" He asked as he looked back at Kevin. "C-can you u-unlock it?"

"No." Kevin pressed his back against the garage door and slid down to the floor until he was sitting down.

"D-do you happen to have a s-s-spare?"

"No. The spare key is taped under the windowsill in the front."

"What time do your parents come home?"

"They're working late today. They probably won't come home until tomorrow."

"M-maybe they will come home soon-"

Before Edd could finish his sentence, Kevin quicky shot up and began to pound on the garage door. The sound of the punches echoed within the garage and made Edd jump, trying to press himself against the wall and as far away from Kevin as possible.

"KEVIN, STOP THAT INCESSANT BEATING!" Edd began to yell at the top of his lungs as he pulled on his bag strap like a seat belt once more.
Kevin turned around and looked at Edd with the colors in his eyes wildly swiming around. "WE. LIVE. IN. A. CUL-DE-SAC. SOMEBODY. OUT. THERE. WILL. HAVE. TO. HEAR. US. AND. THEN. GET. US. OUT."

He continued beating on the garage door for another good minute. But when he fists began to turn red and he realize that his attempts were fruitless, Kevin finally stopped. He turned around and stared back at Edd, who began to shake just from being looked at.

The two remained in their two separate areas in the garage, Kevin by the garage door to the outside and Edd by the garage door to the house. Silence remained, for fear that if Kevin said anything he would begin to take his rage out on Edd, and if Edd said anything he might just enrage Kevin to take his rage out on him anyways.

But after what seemed like hours, the first sound to break the silence appeared: the growl of a stomach. Kevin stared at Edd. Edd gave a nervous smile.

They tried to ignore it. But then it growled again.

Kevin gave a heavy sigh. He began to walk to the one of the walls, making Edd press his back even more into his wall. But Kevin, instead of going towards Edd, approached one of the shelves and looked through the boxes. He pulled out an ice chest, placed it on one of the tables, and then opened it. He took out a can and threw it at Edd.

Edd, with little to no athletic ability, almost dropped the can but managed to catch it before it hit the ground. He held the can before him and his eyes widened as he read the title. "A- But- Kevin! This is alcohol! This- This is illegal- we couldn't possibly-"

The sound of a can opening stopped Edd in his words. Kevin held his own can, brought it to his lips and took a sip, and then rose the can to Edd. "Double dude, you're hungry. We're stuck in a garage. This is all we got."

"But- But still. Alcohol is just empty calories- it- it wouldn't fill me up anyways."

Kevin stared at Edd with dark eyes. "Just. Drink."

At command, Edd opened his can and drank. He gagged at the taste of it, but covered his mouth to make sure he would drink it and not spill it all over Kevin's garage floor.

Kevin rose an eyebrow at Edd, and then laughed. "This is going to be a fun night."