AN: WARNINGS: LazloEdward slash. thoughts only.

Emotional Buttons

By Gedatsu-Kitteh

It was safe to say that Edward had hated Lazlo from the start. There was something about that happy go lucky monkey that grated Edward's nerves like nails against a chalk board. Everyone knew Edward sported a short temper but no one could push his big red "DO NOT PUSH: DANGER" button like Lazlo could. Attempts to strip the monkey of his outrageous confidence and cheery atmosphere was all in vain, as his arduous plans went unnoticed by the ignorantly bliss Lazlo. Yes, Edward hated him for his constant smiles and sunshine, his iron will, his outstanding ingenuity, his ignorance; but what Edward hated about Lazlo most of all was his ability to get deep under his skin, to push his buttons, to unwravel his darkest secrets, all without even trying. How could someone so oblivious and niave know EXACTLY how Edward worked? That was easy: he didn't. Lazlo was just rediculously lucky. Unintentional triumph. There weren't enough buckets in the universe to house Edward's envy.

Edward had lost count of all the times he's tried to bring Lazlo to his knees without success. And all those times he actually HAD succeeded... the retarded monkey acted like he didn't even notice. "Great job Edward!" is NOT what he wanted to hear. He wanted GROVELING and to finally see an angry scowl mark the prime ape's features. It would be a glorious day when Lazlo finally fell to the floor in utter defeat. Edward spent countless hours assessing Lazlo's weak points, only to discover he hadn't any. The idiot was like some kind of indestructable mountain and Edward was the stuborn wind; and in the words of Mulan, no matter how the wind howled, the mountain would never bow to it.

Ever since Lazlo arrived at Camp Kidney he'd been nothing but trouble. The monkey had stolen all of Edward's attention through his "super fun awesome camp activities". Lazlo never tried for attention; he never tried for anything. Except fun. How jellous Edward was of that monkey. He was everything Edward ever wanted to be. And maybe... if he didn't hate him so very much... he would even go so far as to say that he loved him. But Edward didn't love him. Edward COULDN'T love him. Because admitting he was in love with said monkey would be like admitting defeat. And Edward NEVER admitted defeat to anyone; except maybe the deepest darkest corners of his heart. And Veronica.

It was only a matter of time until the lid finally popped and by then even denial wouldn't be able to plug the leak in Edward's heart. And every time the monkey smiled his way and brushed against his arm, he could feel the screws in his head slowly coming loose. These were the times Edward wished he could hang puberty upside down by its toes and beat it with a stick. A sharp evil stick. That ate babies. But for now Edward had to sit high and dry putting up with himself and his emotions. He wouldn't be surprised if he found Veronica and his other dolls placing bets on the number of months it would take him to finally snap and kill himself.

His eye twitched.

Veronica smiled.

It wouldn't be long.

End.

AN: LOL xD omg. i love edward. everyone laugh at his pain. sooo... this was a little drabble thing just to get a feel for the couple before writing something more serious. mmm... yep. thats about it. ANTI-SLASH FLAMERS BE GONE! D: