Chapter 2

Eddie

Eddie watched as a boy with a sock-like hat rose out of the bushes. He wore a red t-shirt and purple-blue shorts. There was a huge welcoming grin crossing the boy's face, in contrast to how Eddie currently felt. He remained standing in the doorway, just seeing what this boy had to say. He was so used to welcomes after all his travels that he allowed himself to get used to it, but it never meant he liked the smiling welcomes.

The red shirt boy approached Eddie, his grin even wider then before. He stuck out his hand for a hand shake, Eddie just stared down at it, unmoving his hand.

"Greetings, my name is Eddward, but you may call me Double D." His voice sounded just as enthusiastic as his smile.

"Eddie." His voice sounded bored, just as his own expression showed.

"It is always a pleasure to have new kids move to Peach Creek."

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say Double D. Just tell your friends back there to come out from behind those bushes. It isn't amusing."

Before Edd could even turn around, a tall boy with a green jacket bounded over holding his friend in a yellow shirt by his three hairs. Another huge grin was crossing the boy in the green jacket's face. The one in the yellow shirt seemed annoyed with the tall one. Eddie just shook his head in disappointment. This town of Peach Creek would be one of the less entertaining towns he has moved to. The same kind of people, and no one there to help him with his true ambition, just there to torture him.

"Hi Eddie! My name is Ed!" The overly enthusiastic boy in a green shirt exclaimed excitedly.

"Hey, I'm Eddy. Do you have any cash on ya?" The short one with the yellow shirt said.

Eddie raised his eyebrow, he must not be hearing in the correct form. There were three, now four including him, Edwards in the cul-de-sac. This was just plain peculiar. He had never met so many people in the same area with similar names, and possibly being friends. The thoughts that now ran through his head gave him a deep headache. So much change happened in his life each year, but now three boys with the same name.

He couldn't contain his anger, his rage, and his confusion. He burst, his eyes flaming and tongue bitter. He yelled. "So there a three of you? What the heck? Are you all mocking me? Do you think you could do this to me because I don't have any permanent friends? Well I can't help that I move around with my mom to much. Are there five more of you behind that bush also named Edward? Well guess what I am perfectly happy, and I don't need you to mock me! LEAVE ME THE HECK ALONE!" His head was enraged with every word he could possibly say, yet no more words could escape his mouth.

"Eddie we are not mocking you, these are our real names. Please calm down." Edd spoke with concern.

"Yeah, you seem to have some anger issues going on there." Eddy replied.

"Eddie, are mutants eating your brain?" Ed asked with a concerned and frightened tone.

The three Eds looked at Eddie with concern, yet he did not respond. All he did was shake his head, and mutter quietly.

"Just leave me alone, all of you." Eddie walked into the house and closed the door, breathing heavily. He could hear Edd and Eddy consulting with one any other, making explanations about why he had acted up.

"Eddy he is obviously unstable." Edd's voice broke through.

"He's a weirdo Double D. No one would get so strange over names like that." Eddy's voice was harsh.

"Oh Eddy stop. Just leave him be. I bet he'll come around eventually." Edd's voice sounded full of hope.

"Whatever." Eddy's voice trailed off.

"Come on guys lets go find some cure for the mutant's poison." Ed's simple voice appeared between the two others of his group.

Before the other two could reply, Eddie could hear the sound of Ed dragging the two other's off. Alas Eddie was in solitude, no one could disrupt him now. He closed his eyes, falling into a deep slumber against his front door.

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Eddie was born in the middle of a snow storm in January many years ago. He was a small child with dark brown eyes and light brown hair. He didn't have many needs or wants, just to be fed and clothed. His mother, a single mom, tried her best to make her son's life better. She always tried so hard, that whenever there was some conflict with the education system she would move away. They would move almost every other year to a new town, and for a while Eddie believe that was for his own protection. That was where he was wrong.

He made friends, and enemies. Many people mocked him for his talent, and for his name. This was the reason why he became unsure of himself when the Eds told him their names. He was near positive they were mocking him. He always believed that people made fun of his name. Who would name their kid Edward Evan Edwards? That was the strangest part of his life. Yet the real truth was that most people didn't mock him because they hated his name or his talent, they mocked him because of how much they truly envied him.

Eddie's mother always decided it was time to move when someone in the school system recognized his talent. They would recommend that he should go to a special academy, where they could help him approved with his artistic abilities. Eddie did not know that this was the reason why until he was twelve, when he attended a meeting with his mom. He used to believe they moved because he was getting bullied or his mom got a new job. The real reason was because his mom didn't want to send him to a boarding school. His mom didn't want him to gain fame. His mom didn't want to loose her truly obedient son.

When Eddie found out about this he was truly enraged. He didn't show it, but he was absolutely disliked his mom for that one reason. He wanted so badly to improve on the talent he was born with. He wanted the fame from this talent. He wanted to change the world's view on art. Yet he couldn't remain angry with his mother, for she was really the only permanent friend he had. All his other friends he had lost, considering he wasn't the most consistent letter writer in the world.

Since his life was such a mess Eddie had become fairly paranoid. He never knew his father, and he was near positive he never would. According to his mother, his father had died in a car accident. At times Eddie believed her, at other times he did not. Mostly he was never sure what to believe anymore. All he knew was what his pure ambition was, for it was the one thing that guided his life from solitude to public.

The only thing Eddie wished to do was paint.

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Eddie awoke. He felt slightly renewed. For some reason he felt even more renewed then ever before. He also felt guilty, he shouldn't have yelled at those three boys. How did they know that Edward was his name?

"I'll apologize to them when I see them next." Eddie muttered quietly, and stalked upstairs.