A/N Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I've been a fan of EEnE for as long as I can remember. I feel like its finally time I do a story on it. This may seem a little depressing, but it gets happier later on. Did I mention I own nothing? It's 'cause I don't. Constructive criticism is always welcomed! I"m sorry if they act a little...OOC, but I imagine that, due to these circumstances, all three of the Eds could be quite deep thinkers, even Ed. Hey, he can read and write, so why can't he think pensively? Alright, enough of my ramblings! On with the show!
Ed laughed in his own way while chasing one of his new toys around his room. He had wound it up too much, and it was going on a rampage, knocking things over and slicing clean through his mattress.
"Come back here, little dickens!" Ed cried, looking under his bed for it. It was up against the wall, trying to eat through it. Ed laughed again before grabbing it and setting it loose on his room again, running around to grab it and set it loose once more.
His door slammed open. His hopes rose as he looked over to the door, expecting to see Eddy or Double D so they could hang out again. However, it was his red-headed sister with a temper to match her hair, Sarah.
"ED!" she screamed.
"Hi Sarah!" Ed greeted joyously.
"Mom said you had to take me over to Jimmy's!" Sarah barked. Ed paused and scrunched his unibrow together, wires connecting in his mind.
"But Sarah, Mom isn't home," Ed argued, actually putting two-and-two together. Sarah recoiled, obviously not expecting that sudden spark of logic.
"Well…you still have to!" Sarah shouted. "C'mon, I haven't got all day!" Ed looked towards his toy in longing. He was hoping to play with it all day, or at least until his two best friends came over with a scam in mind and blueprints in hand.
"Aww," Ed sighed, head hanging low. He was in a sad mood the rest of the way to Jimmy's house. He became even sadder when Sarah didn't even say "thank you" for escorting her to Jimmy's house, and instead thanked him by slamming the door in his face. He shuffled back to his room to find that his toy somehow ended up gnawing on the foot of his bathtub. Since its power was wearing down, it didn't break the leg.
He simply watched it as it ran out of energy, thinking straight for once. Why did Sarah have to do that? Why did she have to ruin his fun? After all, Jimmy was right next door, and it wasn't dark out. She didn't need an escort. Ed guessed that she just liked to ruin his fun.
Don't get him wrong, as Ed still loved his baby sister. He just wished she returned that love. After all, Ed has tried so many times to please her when she begins to whine, or protect her when he thought she was in danger, like a normal big brother would. But she always ended up beating him and his friends to a pulp. Most of the time, his friends weren't even guilty (well, Eddy some of the time, but this did apply to Double D). It was him, and yet his friends got punished along with him.
"It's not fair!" he yelled, falling back on his bed, grabbing his head. Thinking about such things so hard made his head spin. But these thoughts lead to other thoughts, such as his relationship with the rest of his family.
It was easy to see that his mother favored Sarah, never believing a word Ed ever said. She does, however, ask for his dad's opinion for punishment, and, because he's so tired from work, Ed usually got away scot-free, much to Sarah's anger. Ed liked his dad; he at least understood his lack of intelligence and tried to teach him about car parts, even though Ed would rather learn how rockets worked. At least he actually tried.
Ed couldn't help his lower intellect. He just couldn't focus on anything, and they didn't know if he had ADHD or something like that, so they couldn't give him some sort of medicine to help him focus more. But yet, Ed liked the feeling of being able to drift off in his own little world, where no one understood it except him. He didn't think he'd want to give that up.
His mind drifted back to Sarah. He just wished that she'd love him like an older brother the same way he loved her like a little sister. He wished his mother would start to believe what he says instead of immediately believing Sarah's lies.
Sometimes, he just wished there was someone who could love him.
