I'm gonna try to write a multi-chapter Kevedd story! I'm not really good at writing Kevin, so sorry if he's OOC... Well, enjoy! And please go easy on my poor soul OwO I tried XD I don't own Ed, Edd, n' Eddy, or any of the characters. Nat belongs to c2ndy2c1d. Blah blah disclaimer shit. T for Kevin's profanity. And, um, my profanity OwO Tell me if you want more, tell me if you hate it, tell me that we belong together, dress it up with the trappings of love. I'm sorry, I'm annoying, I'll just stop.
Kevin let out a steadying breath, twisting the stem of the rose in his hands nervously. "I'm gonna ask him. I'm gonna ask him." He nodded his head each time he repeated the personal promise, trying to shake the nervousness that gripped him. He adjusted his baseball cap, bit his lip nervously, and trudged across the hall toward an all-too-familiar dork.
Just as he was about to reach the boy, a girl he recognized from science class stepped past him, standing nervously in front of Edd. She was blushing lightly and rocking back and forth on her heels, wringing her hands. The redhead froze, recognizing all of these signs. He'd seen them before. No. Please please please don't ask him. Pleeease.
"H-Hey, Double D… I was just w-wondering if you had anyone to go to the d-dance with…?" Kevin cursed under his breath, his grip on the flimsy flower tightening. He could do nothing but watch the scene and hope for the best.
"…N-No, I do not have anyone to accompany me to the dance… In fact, I wasn't planning to go at all, as I dislike social situations of any kind…" An obvious blush had erupted on Edd's face, and Kevin had to clench his jaw shut to keep from growling like a dog guarding his bone.
He's not yours. You waited too long.
"O-Oh… Well… Do you maybe… wanna go with m-me?" The girl squeaked the last word out, her fingers tangling together as she nervously weaved them between each other.
Edd appeared to be in deep thought, and Kevin held his breath, just as nervous about his response as the shy girl who had asked the question. A small smile graced the ravenette's lips and he nodded.
"That would be rather-"
"Dammit!" A rose hit the floor, stem bent awkwardly from being caught in Kevin's death grip. The jock's mouth snapped shut as he realized how loudly he'd expressed his frustration, and his wide eyes met Edd's.
There was a silence, a deafening silence, as the students of Peach Creek High all focused their attention on Kevin. The redhead barely knew that the hall was quiet, though, as his thoughts echoed loudly through his head.
You could've done this a year ago, and then maybe, maybe he would be with you at that damn dance. But noooo, Kevin fucking Barr can't man up enough to ask this damn dork if he wants to go out. You had a year, Kevin! A year. Double Dork was right when he said you procrastinate too much.
The redhead shook his head, his fists still clenched at his sides, and made his way to the door. He just wanted to leave. He walked as swiftly as possible, careful not to stomp and show more frustration, and practically barreled out of the school.
Kevin cast one last glance back at a confused dork, his eyes trailing down to Edd's feet where a single rose had been crushed by the foot of a frustrated jock who now had no clue what to do.
~~~~~~~~Page Break/Time Skip~~~~~~~~
Kevin had tried not to get upset over it. He really had. But, as evidenced but the hole in his bedroom wall, he was unsuccessful. The redhead was probably being overdramatic, but he was mad at someone he'd never been mad at before.
He was mad at himself.
Kevin twisted his clenched fists into his bed sheet as he stared up at this ceiling with a scowl. His mind was screaming at him, and he knew he deserved it.
So, you're just giving up now? Some chick asks him out and it's game over? Just like that? You can win him over, can't you?
Kevin sat up, his fists unclenching and the scowl falling off his face. He stood up and exhaled deeply with a newfound determination. The redhead didn't know if he would be able to win Edd over…
But you're at least gonna fucking try.
He sighed, not knowing where to start, and ran his hand through his hair. Just as he sat back down on his bed, his phone went off. Nazz. The jock picked up the phone, not bothering to read what his friend at texted him before typing a message and pressing 'send'.
I need a plan.~~~~~~~~Page Break/Time Skip~~~~~~~~
"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."
Kevin sighed, his head resting on Nazz's desk as he tried to think of something that might work. He couldn't come up with a single good idea, and the teal-haired pansexual sprawled across Nazz's bed was certainly not helping.
The redhead had expected Nazz to start spewing ideas from every romance novel she'd ever read, but instead she sat silently, looking thoughtful. Finally, she opened her mouth…
And then closed it again. Kevin huffed, leaning back and snatching his baseball cap from Nat's head. The flirtatious boy pouted and crossed his arms, looking eerily similar to a five-year old, much to Kevin's amusement.
"What if he doesn't like guys?" At first, the jock had thought he was just hearing the voice in his head repeating the same question that he always tried to block from his mind, not wanting to accept that it was a possibility. Then he realized that a certain blonde had finally joined the conversation.
"I…" Kevin sighed. "I've thought about that. I'll just have to hope…" He trailed off, rubbing the bill of his baseball cap like he often did when in deep thought. Nazz rose her eyebrows.
"Wow, Kev. You're getting all sappy. You got it bad!" She giggled, and Nat dropped his pout, giving Kevin a smirk and wiggling his eyebrows. Kevin nodded absently, muttering a 'yeah' in agreement.
He still had no clue what to do.