A/N: Hey guys, its me again. After sitting around with writers block for... well, whenever I finished my last piece of writing, I finally got a good idea. Sure it's cliché and you already know what's going to happen, I thought about writing this anyway and so... Here it is. The first chapter. I hope you all like this and let me know what you think in a review. Don't like something? Let me know. Thanks and see you all next chapter.

Getting It Off My Mind

He was devastated. As much as he tried to wipe them away, his tears refused to stop falling. It was finally over, his divorce was complete. The man he loved dearly obviously didn't love him back anymore. Apparently he never loved him in the first place seeing what he had wrote down.

Eddward fell into his living room chair, sliding back slightly. It smelled just like him, everything did. Two years living together, of course everything would. The tears threatened to fall again, sniffling, he brushed them away. He couldn't help but be sad, he thought that he and Nathan would be together forever like in those fairytales. He was wrong though, there is no happy ending. How long would it take for him to finally forget? For all he knew, he could find someone else who would like him for his weirdness. Sitting there for who knows how long, he finally got back up. Wiping his face once more, a determined look replaced his saddened one. He was going to clean everything, he was going to make this house smell clean. Just as he thought, he gathered his cleaning supplies out of the closet and began on the living room first. Cleaning helped get his troubling thoughts off his mind, this was something he need.

He dusted everything first, he didn't realize how much dust could collect on a ceiling fan. He even brought the tools out to take it apart so he could scrub them in the sink. After putting it back together correctly, he went for the floor next. He grunted as he grabbed the large zigzagged rug, pulling it with all of his might, he dragged it outside. Leaving it over the rail, he patted the dust and dirt out of it. "Nathan thought I cleaned too much, if only he could see me now." Frowning, he kicked the rug, taking his anger out as he cleaned as well. "Stupid Nathan..." Dirt flew off the rug as he kicked it harder each time.

There was a loud grumbling arriving, Edd's eyes looked up and his kicking motions came to a stop. He noticed a large moving truck run passed his house and pull into the driveway of the next house to his. Standing up straight, he caught his breath from the quick outburst. "Someone's finally moving in that old house?" He wondered out loud. He remembered the old couple that lived there last, unfortunately they passed a year ago. They were such nice people, constantly offering to cook dinner for him. Many people came to the house preparing to buy it yet no one had. It looked like someone finally went through all the way. Shrugging, he headed back inside and went to scrub the wooden floor until it shined bright. He'd meet them when his head was clear, that might be in a while.

Three trash bags later, Edd walked back out onto his porch. He noticed the sun was lowering, had that much time passed already? Looking around, his eyes stopped at the house next to his, the lights were on. "Guess the family's already moved in." He'd have to back a cake for them or something to welcome them to the neighborhood. Standing there for just a few more moments, he felt relieved as wind blew passed him. It cooled his body, his lungs needed this fresh air. Grabbing the rug from earlier, he pulled it back in with as much struggle as he had bringing it out here. Laying it out perfectly, he finally noticed how exhausted he was. Cleaning always tired him out but it was still so rewarding. He moved everything around, so it didn't look the same. He sprayed lilac air freshener around everything so it all smelled different. His mission was complete.

Heading to the bathroom, he stared at his reflection. He looked terrible, he couldn't lie about that. His eyes were surrounded by black, bags were easily visible. He was still sweaty, his smell wasn't good. Grabbing his hat, he pulled it off. Setting it down, he stripped down to nothing. Turning on his shower, he sighed. He needed to move on, he would never be happy again if he didn't. Climbing into the shower, he stood underneath the steaming water. Though it burned his skin, he didn't mind. Grabbing his soap, he began his routine. Once his skin was rubbed raw from scrubbing and his hair smelled like watermelon, he finally got out. Drying himself off, he headed towards his room to get dressed.

Instead of the usual adult onesie he wore, he decided just some shorts and a t-shirt would do. Sliding under the soft, silky blankets of his, he relaxed. His eyes fell heavy, he was truly exhausted. Today was just too much. It didn't take long for him to lose consciousness.

When morning slowly came, Edd couldn't help but feel refreshed. Today was a new day, today was his day. No more courts, signing papers, just him. Today he was going to forget about everything else and worry only about himself. Sitting up, he stretched out his limbs. He felt much too stiff for his liking, standing up, he did even more stretches.

Pulling on a loose t-shirt and some jeans, he looked at himself in the mirror. Poking at his face, he smiled. He finally got a good nights sleep so he was refreshed. He looked amazing, he felt amazing. He knew what he was going to do, he'd garden. It's been a while since he had done the activity. His poor flowers were probably dying due to his neglect. Grabbing a hair tie, he tied his hair back. It was finally long enough to do so though some strands still slipped through and hung close to his face.

Spinning around, he left the room. Heading to the front door, he slipped on his shoes. Heading outside, a chilly wind blew passed him causing him to shiver. It was still early, the air was cool. Birds chirping was the only interruption to this quiet neighborhood. Walking down the steps, he crossed his arms and admired the view. "Todays a new day Eddward, you get what you make out of it." Going down the steps, he headed over towards his small garden to see if it was still alive and well like he hoped.