Well, here's another chapter. Sorry it's been so long, but I've had stuff on. This is a combination of the Ed's friendship and Double D's parents. Enjoy :)
Edd didn't have many conversations with his parents. As he grew older he seemed to see them less and less, and grew to depend on them in much the same way; less and less.
About the time of his thirteenth birthday, shortly after he'd discovered the truth about Eddy's brother, he came into a much heavier conversation with his parents than he would have liked.
The worst thing about it was that he'd been completely happy. He'd never been so confident in his friends and life than he was now. Sure, Eddy and Ed weren't as focused on school as he would have liked, but he finally felt like Eddy was maturing. Ed, he had little hope for, but perhaps that was the best thing about Ed. He was so innocent.
Although Double D had met Eddy and Ed's parents many times, they'd only been in the company of his own parents a select few. They were busy, of course, working hard. They communicated through sticky notes, and although Double D did have to keep the house in order, he didn't mind. Cleaning allowed him to clear his head. Besides, he couldn't stand anything filthy. Neither could his parents.
It was late one night and Eddy and Ed were in his room, laughing over something that Double D didn't find even vaguely amusing, but he smiled at anyway. Sleeping bags were piled on the floor, and although Double D didn't think his parents would approve of the last minute sleep over, it was hard to argue with a persistent Eddy.
His eyes widened when he noticed a light outside of his bedroom window and his parents car pulled into the drive way. He was sure they were meant to be away tonight, on an important business meeting. He'd triple checked before even allowing Ed and Eddy into his house. Not that his parents disliked them, but they weren't overly fond of them.
Eddy noticed Double D's sudden freeze.
"What's wrong, Sockhead?" Eddy asked in his usual lazy tone, standing to see better out of the window. His eyes widened a little too, "Isn't that your parents? What're they doing here?"
"I thought you said your parents were on a skiing trip, Double D," said Ed, frowning.
"It was business trip, stupid," said Eddy, rolling his eyes, "but yeah, they aren't meant to be here."
"I'm positive they're not meant to be home," muttered Double D, watching as his parents got out of the car, "I triple checked. Oh, I don't think they are going to be pleased."
"Worse than that," said Eddy, "I thought we were going to get the house to ourselves. Now we'll have to go to bed early, tucked in with a hot cocoa." Eddy said this sarcastically, and he was clearly making a jab at Edd's family. Double D threw him an annoyed look, but he wasn't really offended. Eddy's feeble attempts at humour were a joke in themselves. He was more concerned about Eddy's behaviour around his parents. Although Eddy could be diplomatic at times, he usually wasn't when he was displeased, which he was evident now. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked bored yet annoyed at the same time. Eddy looked like that often.
That expression would only come across as rude to his parents, who didn't know Eddy well enough to know that he was simply like that. Ed was another problem altogether, but Double D had always managed to pass off his more insane ventures as Ed being 'not quite right in the head'.
This was of course, not right and offensive, but Ed probably wouldn't care at all, and there was no other way for his parents to understand the miraculous, yet bizarre persona which was Ed.
His parents simply didn't operate that way.
He sighed and smoothed over his shirt and pants to make it appear as though he hadn't been running and scheming all day.
"Eddy, please," he begged of his friend, "behave yourself. You know what my parents are like. I'll be surprised if they even let you two stay." Eddy looked unimpressed but nodded.
"Whatever, Sockhead. Just hurry up and tell them, won't you?"
"Yes," said Double D, opening the door and slipping out into the corridor.
He heard his parents enter the house and chatter quietly in displeased tones. Double D bit his lip and his hands automatically moved up to pull his hat down a little, as he sometimes did when he was anxious.
They were already annoyed about something? This was just great.
He jumped down a few stairs at a time, making noise to alert them to his presence. The talking stopped and Edd's parents came into view.
His Mother, Claudia Thompson, was younger in comparison to his Father, Patrick Thompson. There was several years' difference, and although Edd had always wondered about it, he'd never asked. Questions like that would be considered rude in his house-hold.
"Eddward?" asked his Mother, "what's wrong? You look a little nervous."
"I'm fine, Mother," said Double D quietly, "I'm just curious; why are you home tonight? I thought you were both supposed to be attending an important business venture?"
"We were," sighed Claudia, setting down her bag on the kitchen table, "it was cancelled last minute."
"Quite an inconvenience," nodded Patrick, running a hand through his greying hair and smiling weakly, "but I did like what Louis said to Mr Fitzgerald, Claudia, did you hear? Well, after we were told that-"
"Mother? Father?" Interrupted Double D cautiously.
"Eddward, your Father was talking," reprimanded Claudia, frowning at her son. Double D clung onto every ounce of courage he had. He didn't like going against his parents, even in small ways such as this.
"I'm sorry, but this is important." Claudia and Patrick swapped glances.
"Yes?"
"Well, I... ..." he said in one big breath.
"What? Slow down."
"Well, since it's Sunday, and they live down the street anyway, I told Ed and Eddy that they could have a sleepover here tonight. They're currently upstairs."
Claudia and Patrick didn't look impressed to say the least.
"Ed and... Eddy? Your little friends? Eddward, didn't we talk about them? And on a school night, too..."
"Well," said Double D nervously, "you may have mentioned something in passing..."
Indeed, they had mentioned something in passing, but that was how news seemed to be exchanged between Eddward and his parents; in passing. They never sat down and talked about anything. For his parents, there was no time to do so. Sometimes Eddward wondered whether they just had no interest in talking about seemingly trivial matters.
Double D glanced to his right to see Eddy and Ed at the top of the stairs, out of sight of his parents, listening intently. Eddy had his hand over Ed's mouth, possibly to prevent him from blowing his cover. Eddy mouthed something at Double D, but he couldn't tell what it was.
"Eddward, your Mother and I don't know if it's the best idea for you to be hanging around those boys," Patrick said, adjusting his glasses, "they're not very school-orientated, are they? It's probably for the best if you asked them to leave."
Double D felt his heart skip a beat and didn't dare glance to his right. He didn't want to see Eddy's expression.
"But-"
"Don't argue with us, Eddward," Claudia said sternly, "we know the sort of things those two get you into. It's not good, you hear me? They're a bad influence, Eddward and we think you might be able to find better friends."
"Better friends?" said Eddward quietly, his fingers twitching at his sides.
"I'm sorry Sweetie," said Claudia, walking forward to embrace her son, "I know that they've been your friends since we moved here and I hate to break apart something like that... but I think it's time you found some people you can connect to more. Who share your interests? Eddy is hardly interested in anything vaguely academic, is he? And from what I've heard poor Ed can't even hold a sane conversation."
Eddward supposed they were all valid points... but... well, what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He glanced to his side to see that Eddy and Ed had disappeared from the hallway. His bedroom door stood ajar. Eddward turned back to face his parents. His Father was leaning against the wall, looking stern. His Mother was standing before him, gazing down with a sympathetic face. For some reason, it also felt oddly condescending. Eddward gulped again and dug his fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
"I... Oh... Very well, then, Mother," Eddward nodded at her, "Father... I'll, I'll just show them out, shall I?"
"That's a good boy, Eddward," nodded his Mother as she turned to enter the kitchen. Double D avoided his Father's gaze as he hurried back upstairs.
Eddy and Ed were, as he had assumed, sitting in his bedroom. Eddy met him with a sort of curious, yet also accusing look.
"Well? We bein' thrown out, Double D?" he asked, and Eddward sensed a sort of challenge in his voice. Double D cleared his throat awkwardly and felt increasingly guilty.
"I'm sorry gentlemen... But my parents don't wish for you two to stay, tonight... Perhaps another time," Eddward stood beside the open door. Ed complied happily, but Eddy just scowled and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah right," he muttered as he shoved past Double D. If Double D wanted to retaliate, the worry he felt for losing his friends stopped his voice short in his throat. He followed Eddy and Ed down the stairs. His parents watched from a distance, and Double D was sure they could hear every word.
"Your parents suck bologna, Double D," Eddy said loudly, probably to catch their attention. Ed just tutted and pushed Eddy in front of him as they walked towards the front door, bags over their shoulders.
"Well you know what they say, Eddy," said Ed knowledgably, "the apple does not fall far from the tree. And the tree is very, very withered indeed."
"You're crazy, Ed," scoffed Eddy, pushing his friend lightly as they jumped the front steps. Ed chuckled.
But to Double D, that seemed the smartest thing Ed had ever said.
Eddward often lay curled in bed, considering the day behind him and wondering if he was really the best person he could be. Tonight, however, he was considering the sort of person his parents were.
It's normal for a child to be angry at their parents, to curse their existence or hate them; usually for a short while until whatever harsh grounding or lecture that had been given was forgiven. But never do they doubt them. It takes a lot for a child to doubt their own parents. Yet, that's what Double D was doing.
Was his parents wrong for saying that Ed and Eddy were not worthy of being his friends? Sure, Double D knew that he was probably the smarter of his two friends. He was probably the politer of his friends too. He knew he had often doubted his friends, just as he often doubted himself.
Surely, his parents, the ones who raised him and loved him the most, knew what was best for him? Surely?
The next morning Double D hurried to school earlier than usual. Despite his practically sleepless night tossing and turning, he couldn't come to a complete decision. What was he meant to do at school? He couldn't just stop talking to Ed and Eddy. That would be rude, childish. But was there any other way?
Double D had half expected Eddy to have abandoned him already. He had expected Ed to be unaffected, as always, but he was genuinely surprised when Eddy came and started talking to him as though he hadn't been eavesdropping on Double D's conversation with his parents.
So, Double D resolved to do nothing. He would see how events played out, how his luck fared. Besides, he figured, friendships didn't suddenly end, unless there was some sort of gigantic fight. He wanted to avoid looking like a superficial teenager. He really hated stereotypes. They were never correct. There was always more to people beneath the surface.
Eddy was frowning at Double D over lunch.
"What's up, Sockhead? I mean, you're never usually this quiet. Normally you're trying to lecture Ed to eat his food properly or tie his shoelaces up. Somethin' wrong?"
Double D ignored the jibe about his fondness to correct Ed; although, when it came to it, Ed's trying to drink his mashed potatoes with a straw was annoying him. He pushed the thought aside for the moment.
"Eddy," Double D sighed, "did you completely forget my parents said to me last night? The whole stop being friends with you two conversation?"
"Oh, that," Eddy laughed, "is that what's worrying you? I thought it was something important. Nah, don't worry, Double D. Your parents will probably forget all about that in a few days. They always forget about things like that."
"No they don't. For your information my parents have a brilliant memory."
"Not when it comes to you, Double D," Eddy said, trying not to grin, "remember that school awards ceremony last year? And the one this year? Parent teacher interview night? That essay you wrote that won second prize in some big competition... they weren't at the prize-giving, were they?"
"And that spelling bee that I won," Ed said proudly, "your parents weren't there, either. It was just Eddy and I, my friend."
"See," Eddy grinned, "they'll forget. They always do. Don't worry."
For some reason, this affected Edd more than he would have thought possible. He stood up from the table and walked as fast as he could from the cafeteria. He smashed against the doors and ran out into the corridor. Ed and Eddy's calls followed him, but he managed to outrun them. He didn't know where he was heading until he found the boy's bathroom. Double D ignored whoever might have been standing in the urinals and locked himself in the first empty cubicle.
He sat himself down on the toilet seat lid and shut his eyes. His fingers dug into the fabric of his hat and he pulled it down over his eyes to stop any excess light from breaking the darkness.
Eddy was right. His parents hadn't been to any of those; all the awards that Eddward priding himself for obtaining, well, they had nothing to do with his parents. If anyone was standing in the crowd to congratulate him, it was Eddy and Ed. Occasionally even Ed or Eddy's parents were there, if it was a school assembly. They always smiled kindly and congratulated him. When asked where his parents were, Eddward would always reply;
"Oh, they're working; very busy. Unfortunately they couldn't be here today."
"Well, maybe next time, then."
They were never there the next time either.
This had always bugged Edd. He had never really acknowledged it like this before, though.
He didn't see Eddy and Ed again till class started again. Eddy shot uncharacteristically concerned looks at his friend, but he couldn't talk since it was Maths, and their teacher was unreasonably strict.
After school Double D shrugged off Eddy's questions until he became distracted by something in the form of Sarah. While Sarah and Eddy were yelling themselves hoarse at one another, Double D was truly thankful for such an interesting and distracting neighbourhood.
The next few days passed and Double D didn't see his parents. They didn't mention Ed and Eddy in any sticky notes. He hoped, for the first time in his life, that they had forgotten something about him.
Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky.
About a week after the original conversation with his parents, Double D was sitting in his room, reading through his biology text book. He had studied it many times before. Now was simply for something interesting to do before bed. He heard his parents' car pull in but didn't bother to go to greet them. He had already made himself dinner and completed whatever chores that had been laid out for him. What he didn't expect was his parents coming to talk to him.
"Eddward," said his Mother, and Double D jumped as he hadn't noticed her open the door of his bedroom. "Come down stairs for a moment, won't you? Your Father wants to talk to you... I do too."
Eddward obeyed, feeling increasingly nervous. He clasped his hands together, hoping that this wasn't about what he thought it was. He entered the kitchen after Claudia, goosebumps rising on his arms. It was cold in the kitchen, despite it being late summer. His Father was sitting at the kitchen bench, and he turned when Edd approached him.
"Oh, Eddward," he greeted, smiling, "how are you?"
"Well, thank you," said Double D, and his throat felt tight.
"That's good," sighed Patrick, "look, Eddward, I was wondering how you were going with your little friend situation. Have you still been hanging out with Eddy and Ed, or have you started to distance yourself a little? I know it's a little difficult when it comes to these things, but it is essential to be successful, I'm afraid."
Eddward gulped, and nodded.
"Yes, erm, I've been trying to distance myself from them." This, of course, was a lie. He hadn't at all. He didn't want new friends. He liked Eddy and Ed as they were. His parents wouldn't understand, though.
"That's good," said Patrick, although Eddward worried that he looked a little suspicious.
"Well, that's all then," said Claudia cheerfully, moving to heat herself up some leftover soup. Eddward stood there for another few moments before turning to leave. He hurried up the stairs and slammed the door of his bedroom shut.
The next day was Sunday once again. His parents were up and at work early, so Double D was free to do whatever he liked. He lounged around his house for a while, but he felt too restless to focus on any one task. Double D walked out into the strangely quiet Cul-de-sak and decided he'd try Ed's house. He knocked on the door and finding it was open, let himself in.
Sarah and Jimmy were playing with some of Sarah's dolls, happily. Sarah looked so innocent like this. She glanced up and seemed relieved that it was Eddward rather than Eddy standing there.
"Hiya Double D," she said cheerfully, and Edd determined she was in a good mood, "Ed's in his room. He's in trouble for destroying the lawnmower again. He's grounded, but Mum's out so you can go down, I guess." Double D thanked Sarah. He couldn't remember the last time Sarah had been so helpful. Perhaps it was because Ed was currently grounded and Sarah hadn't seen Eddy or Kevin (or anyone she found annoying) all day.
Double D wrinkled his nose as the smell hit him. He wondered how many years of filth littered the floors of Ed's room. Then he tried desperately to shut that thought off. It made him feel sick.
Ed was sitting cross legged on his bed, absorbed in one of his many horror comics. Double D watched him for a moment, to see if Ed had noticed his arrival. When Ed made no move, Double D cleared his throat.
"Ed?"
"Double D," Ed grinned, "what an unexpected surprise." Double D smiled, as always, amused by his friend.
"Have you seen Eddy today?" Double D asked, navigating his way through the piles of mud and clothes that swamped Ed's bedroom floor. Ed shook his head, dropping the comic he was holding.
"He is as lost as a pickle in a field of mice, Double D. Shall we go search for him?"
"Sure," Double D agreed.
Ed climbed out the only window in his basement bedroom. Double D followed suit, and even for him, it was a tight squeeze. If there was another way he could have left without Sarah detecting them, Double D would have taken it. He was getting too big to climb through small basement windows.
They found Eddy in his room, playing video games on the new console he'd just bought. They joined him, and with his friends now, the day seemed to pass rather quickly for Eddward.
It was late afternoon and the sun was setting in the distance and Double D, Ed and Eddy were sitting on the footpath. Eddy and Ed were seeing who could throw a pebble the furthest along the street. Kevin appeared in the distance, riding his bike around the Cul-de-sak.
Eddy grinned. "New game, Ed. First one to knock Kevin off his bike wins." Despite the fact that Kevin and Eddy might be considered grudging friends now, they still fought quite a lot. Eddy and Ed had awful shots; they weren't getting near enough to Kevin. Slowly, but surely, however, the pebbles were bouncing closer and closer towards the boy on the bike. Double D could see this ending in disaster, but he didn't protest. The mood was currently peaceful, and it was too nice to break.
The mood only lasted for another two minutes, however, when Kevin realised they were aiming the pebbles at him. He scowled and started riding furiously towards them.
"What d'you think you're doing, Dweebs?" he growled, and Eddy looked a little afraid.
"Relax, Kev," he stuttered, "we're just... erm... hit him, Ed!" He yelled, and Ed hurled a rock that was perhaps the size of a small egg. Thankfully, it missed, or else it could have done some serious damage, but the intent was understood. Kevin ran at them, yelling something incomprehensible in his rage. Even though defeat was basically inevitable, the three Ed's still ran. Years of practise of running from Kevin gave them no advantage when he had a bike.
They were almost at the nearest safe location, which happened to be Double D's house, when a car beeped noisily at them. It pulled into Double D's driveway, and the four children watched as Eddward's parents got out. Kevin looked a little wary.
"Later, Dweebs," he muttered, turning and running as fast as he could towards his own house.
Double D felt himself grow nervous as his parents walked towards the remaining three of them. Ed was as clueless as usual, but Eddy was grinning in anticipation. Did he still not understand how grave their situation was? His parents would obviously have realised that he had, dare he say it, lied about distancing himself from his two friends!
"Eddward," said Claudia, eyeing Eddy's grin with annoyance, "what are you doing?"
"Ummm..." Double D didn't have an excuse ready.
"We were throwing rocks at Kevin," Ed said happily, grinning like always. If Double D was feeling relaxed enough to face-palm, he just might have. He watched his parent's eyes narrow suspiciously, and even Eddy looked a little uncomfortable beside him.
"What?"
"Ed's just joking. We were just... um... playing a game... with Kevin," said Eddy hesitantly, trying his best to look convincing. Double D nodded nervously, knowing that this would in no way appease his parents. He was right.
"You boys know better than to throw rocks," Claudia said, and Double D wondered how she could be so calm while his Father fumed behind her, "Especially you Eddward."
"But-" Eddward tried to explain that he had nothing to do with the rock throwing.
"No excuses. Go inside this instant. Eddy, Ed, please go home. Eddward won't require your company anymore." Double D felt his throat choke.
"Yeah, okay," said Eddy, before waving off whatever short moment of unease had passed over him, "see you tomorrow Double D."
"Eddy," Double D hissed out of the corner of his mouth, "I'm not meant to see you tomorrow. Remember?"
"Sure you can, sockhead," Eddy said, ignoring the fact that Claudia and Patrick were still standing directly in front of them, "they don't control you."
"Go inside, Eddward," said Patrick, as Claudia shot Eddy a fierce look. Eddward followed his parent inside.
"Come on, Ed," he heard Eddy say behind him, "let's get out of here before Kevin returns."
"If only I had some gravy for every time you said that, Eddy," Ed spouted his usual rubbish.
"Shut up, Ed."
Double D shut the door behind him and his friends were gone. The warm feeling of the setting sun on his back was gone too. He turned to face his parents. It was cold in his home.
"Eddward," said Patrick, "I thought you weren't talking to those boys anymore." Eddward thought it was quite a leap to move from distancing oneself from someone to not talking to them anymore. He didn't say anything, though.
"Eddward," Claudia said as sympathetically as she could, "don't you see that we only want the best of you. I'm sure there are better children for you to be friends with... It's for the best."
They don't control you.
"Mother, please," said Double D, "I don't see how this is for the best at all."
There was silence. Eddward's words had clearly shocked his parents.
"Haven't we already explained, Eddward? These boys are simply not-"
"I know," interrupted Double D, louder than he intended, "I know. I heard you, but I still don't understand. While you have made valid points I still disagree. I don't want to get new friends. I couldn't find better friends anywhere." His parents didn't say anything, so he continued, forgetting himself completely, "and if I may say, neither of you are perfect. Remember that essay competition I came second in? You promised you'd come, yet you didn't. Ed and Eddy were there, though."
"Eddward," said Claudia exasperatedly, "we would have come if we could have. We had to work. You understand how important our work is, Sweetie."
"It was the whole of the country," exclaimed Double D, "I came second out of the whole country and you hardly congratulated me. I will choose my own friends. At least grant me that request."
Out of the two of them, Claudia looked more upset than Patrick. Of course, Double D knew his father's temper. He usually needed time to think things over before he could come to accept anything.
"I'm sorry, Eddward, I didn't realise that it upset you so much," his Mother said. Eddward dodged her hug and hurried up the stairs. He shut his bedroom door and slid down it, effectively blocking it from anyone who might try and get in. No one tried to get in.
He cried as silently as he could. He didn't know why he was being so emotional. Perhaps it was because it was the first time in his life he'd stood up to his parents. Perhaps it was because he'd finally realised that his parents weren't as great as he often claimed. Perhaps it was because he was just very tired and stressed out. Double D wasn't exactly sure.
When he had finished, he moved to grab a book he hadn't read in a while. It was one of his favourites. He lay on his bed, and read late into the night. He didn't go down for dinner, even when his Mother called for him. Neither of his parents came up to talk to him.
Double D was shaken awake. It took him a moment to take in his surroundings. He had clearly fallen asleep, on his bed, in his clothes. As much as the thought horrified him, he was more confused with the current situation. His Mother was standing over him, waiting for him to wake. Light filtered in through the windows. It was morning.
"Am I late for School?" Eddward asked, but a quick glance at his clock told him that it was only seven. He still had quite a bit of time.
"No," said Claudia, moving back for him to sit up, "but I'm leaving for work in a minute, and I want to have a word with you."
Double D prepared himself for the oncoming lecture, digging his clenched hands into the fabric of his bedspread.
"I have been talking to your Father, and we came to the decision that you're right. We can't force you to do anything," Double D blinked in surprise, "and although we still don't really approve of your friends, if you want to remain friends with them, it's your decision. We're sorry, but we didn't realise that it meant so much to you. And I'm also sorry for not being able to come to that award ceremony, Sweetie."
The use of the affectionate word confirmed Eddward's thoughts; she was feeling guilty. For once in his life, Eddward thought she might deserve it.
"Thank you, Mother," he said, "and I guess that's alright. You're forgiven. But you will come next time there's some sort of award, won't you?"
"Of course, Eddward," she said, giving his a peck on the cheek and leaving him with a smile. Eddward sat on his bed for several long minutes before he remembered he had school. He quickly began to get ready. He wasn't sure if his Mother really would come to whatever award ceremony he attended next, but the sentiment meant a lot to him.
Besides, Ed and Eddy would be sure to come, however much Eddy dragged his feet and complained.
He glanced outside his window to see Ed and Eddy waiting patiently out the front for him. They must have shown up just as his Mother left. Eddy noticed him and looked impatient.
"Come on, Sockhead! You wouldn't want to be late for school, would you?" He said it in a patronising tone, but he Double D knew he meant no harm by it.
"I want to miss school, Eddy," begged Ed, "Oh please can we go and visit Rolf's animals instead."
"No way, Ed," said Eddy, pushing Ed off him, "I'd rather go be bored to death in school then go near Rolf's place after what you did last night."
Double D didn't even want to bother asking what Ed had done last night, yet Eddy recounted the event anyway, vividly describing everything, from Ed's enormous stupidity to the way Rolf's face had grown red when he saw what Ed had done.
"So," asked Eddy, after finishing his tale, "what did your parents say? Did you get in trouble."
"On the contrary, Eddy," Double D said brightly, "I finally made them see sense. I told them that I couldn't find better friends anywhere."
"Well, thanks, Double D," said Eddy, looking oddly sincere for a moment, "you're not so bad yourself."
"We are indeed the bestest of friends, Double D," grinned Ed, "right, Eddy?"
"Sure Lumpy... Holy cow! It's Rolf! Run for it guys!" Eddy ran frantically in the direction of the school, pulling Double D and Ed behind him.
And as Double D listened to the angry cries of Rolf in the distance ("How dare you disrespect the planting of the seeds, tall-Ed boy! You shame Rolf and Rolf's soon to be growing crops! Get back here Ed-boys!"), he felt he couldn't be luckier for having two such wonderful friends.
Well, I have a few notes.
Firstly, yes it did take me longer than I hoped to get this up. I've been lazy, and also trying to finish my Invader Zim story. I also wrote this, didn't like it (Double D was too OOC) and then rewrote it. Hopefully this is better.
It wasn't as good as I hoped, but I really wanted to put something up. Also it's occurred to me that everything I write is sort of angsty or sad in some way. I can't write anything just happy... oh well. This has a happy ending, even though they are running from Rolf (I love how Rolf speaks, it's hilarious)
Tell me what you thought, and some suggestions as to who I should write next? I have a few that I've started writing, but I'm still not sure about them.
I think that's all. Review and make me smile. Thanks! XD
