And here I am! an update, for those waiting! So far romance has not moved along *sadface* Just wait, my audience! I will get there at some point! Just trying to build a sort of friendship, y'know?

Disclaimer: If only I did...


Kevin walked in first, stepping over a pile of clothes on the floor as he went into his room. Double D winced as soon as he saw the place. Clothes were strewn about the floor, dirty clothes just kind of piled up in the corner. He bit his lip, trying not to say anything. He desperately wanted to clean now, but that was probably impossible in the bully's home. He stepped gingerly over a dirty jersey, wincing on the inside. How did he live like this?

Looking around though, the rest of the room was relatively clean. His bed was made, pillows piled onto it. A big room and a big bed. His desk was at the other side of the room, posters about bands and skaters Double D didn't recognize hanging on the wall. He had an old fashioned computer sitting on the desk and then one of those revolving chairs in front of it.

Kevin caught his attention when plopped onto his bed, shoving most of the pillows off. "Well this is it," he stated, staring at him for his reaction. Double D gulped, trying to find something good about it. It was just so…messy. The floor at least.

"Um…the posters are so creatively strewn about!" he declared, trying to sound cheerful and not nervous. Kevin gave him an odd stare, Double D holding that piercing gaze for as long as he could. Kevin had apparently judged his answer was satisfactory and patted his bed, grinning.

"Come on Double Dweeb," he said, challenging him with his eyes. He knew for a fact that Double D was afraid of germs and he made it seem like his bed would be chock full of them. Double D gulped, looking at the spot. When was the last time he washed those?

"Hurry up. We have work to do," he said, glaring this time. Double D took it that time was up and hopped onto the bed, his legs dangling over the edge. He was stiff, his germ-senses on alert. Maybe he could relax after a time of doing some science project work, maybe some of that lab report.

"Before we start that muscle thing, I need your help," Kevin admitted, rubbing the back of his head almost abashedly. Double D snapped his head up, surprise registering in his eyes.

"Oh…um, well I'd be happy to help! With what?" he asked, itching to get on his I'm-not-completely-pissed-at-you side. Kevin brought out the lab report in instructions from their lab today, pointing to it; cheeks tinted the tiniest bit red. Double D realized right then that that must have been embarrassing for him to admit needing help. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, he smiled, knowing he could be helpful at least in this way. He took the report and began to explain how to write it out.


"Here you need to explain how you found this, and why that is your conclusion," he explained for the third time, repressing a sigh. He hadn't realized how far behind Kevin was in the class. He had apparently let the others do most of the things and lay back, not really understanding how everything went. A weary sigh erupted from Kevin as the boy looked like he might have gotten it, beginning to write.

"I have a new respect for you. You actually get this," he said with a sarcastic laugh, writing some stuff down. Double D was surprised to hear those words, sarcastic or not.

"T-Thanks," he muttered out of pure polite habit, looking away from the boy in embarrassment. He decided to get his done as well and took it out with a flourish, begin to scribble as soon as he got to it. His brain was on MEGA-OVERDRIVE and he was writing fastandfurious.

When he looked back at Kevin to see how he was going he found himself staring at said boy, reveling in how hard he was trying. His tongue was sticking out just slightly, his eyes glued to the paper as he thought, looking perplexed before he would suddenly figure out what he had to do and scribble it down as fast as possible as if to not forget. Work had always come naturally to Double D and he would find himself smiling when doing homework. It seemed like an actual task for Kevin, which was quite surprising.

"I'm surprised Kevin. You're trying really hard," he said with a proud smile knowing the jock was going for a good grade for once. Kevin looked up in surprise and suspicion at the comment, pausing in his writing.

"Well if I don't I'll get kicked off of the football team, and this class is so damn hard," he grumbled, about two thirds done. Double D made a sound of understanding, nodding his head, cap top bouncing. He worked on his own for only a bit more time and then finished it up, pursing his lips as he checked it over.

Perfect! Now to wait on Kevin. Said man was still working, looking a bit proud that he was getting this. Double D set to work, getting out papers for their project and settling himself down on the floor this time. It was disgusting, but he needed more room to set them about. He had picked a fairly clean spot anyway.

Kevin looked up after some time and looked like he was in deep thought, putting his stuff away. "Hey, why don't we move to the living room? A table would be easier," he said, standing up. Double D looked up curiously, wondering why he didn't think of it.

So they got their things together and soon were sitting at the living room table, next to each other on the couch. Double D was sitting on the very edge by the end, and Kevin was at the other end, lounging back with his feet on the table.

"Can you move your feet? I mean, it would be easier to work," he said nervously, hoping he wouldn't lash at him. Kevin merely gave him an exasperated look and removed his feet, sitting up.

"Alright, give it to me," Kevin said, motioning with his hand. Double D stared at him blankly for a couple of moments, giving him one hell of a confused expression. Kevin sighed, hiding a smile behind his eyes.

"Hey are you really all that smart? Your work; give it to me," he pronounced slowly, meaning 'show it to me.' It dawned on Double D and he sputtered, quickly getting his notes out from last night.

"O-ok, well first we have cardiac muscle…" he began explaining the system in detail, explaining how each muscle worked and how it could be affected by different things. After some time he was getting into it, using many hand gestures, his face radiating excitement. He really did love to talk about things, anything really. Just getting into explaining something to help other with knowledge made him happy!

Kevin looked like he might have an aneurysm and held up a hand, stopping him mid-rant. "Ok, ok I get it. First of all, we need to think of a good presentation," he said, rubbing his forehead. This was harder than he thought, working with a nerd. His head would explode with the information.

Double blushed when he realized how odd he was being, withdrawing a bit. "S-Sorry," he apologized, rubbing the back of his head. He turned to him slightly, thinking about it. What could bring Kevin in that he would actually want to interact in? He pondered it, looking about the room. He glanced up at all the football trophies and things his father had, from a young boy all the way to a college man. He had been pretty successful and it was no wonder to where Kevin got his passion and good looks from.

Never mind that Double D thought he was good looking.

He saw a golden football over a trophy and it dawned on him like a slap in the face. He lightly tapped his fist into his other palm, letting out a surprised, 'ah!' "You like football," he said excitedly to Kevin, eyes almost sparkling. Kevin looked a little uncomfortable and gave him a look questioning his intelligence.

"Duh," he answered with a shrug. Who didn't know that?

"Well how about on football? Not the game, per se, but how the muscles work when playing? For example; we can have you show what one does when playing football. Perhaps when you do one of those plays you can sort of…act out the pose and I will explain how the muscles work for throwing things, stopping and such. You can present what the names of the muscles are. How about it?" he asked, feeling quite proud of himself. Kevin was inwardly impressed, but he didn't show any of it.

"Seems like you are useful after all," he said with a smirk. Double D looked away in embarrassment, wondering exactly how they would do this. First he would teach him about the system itself, then they would figure out how this would go, maybe make a poster on it mapping out Kevin's body and the muscles. He pursed his lips in thought, eyebrows furrowing.

Just then Kevin's mother called dinner, the father hooting and walking into the kitchen. Kevin rolled his eyes with a secret smile and stood up, beginning to walk lazily to the kitchen. Double D watched the scene, not moving since he wasn't sure if he was invited. Kevin's mother poked her head out of the kitchen, glaring at Kevin. "Kevin! Aren't you forgetting about your friend?" she chided, slipping back into the kitchen.

Kevin stopped and turned to Double D, forgetting he was there. He looked away at the kitchen, then at Double D. He looked like he was making a hard decision, which he in fact was. Did he want his weird family exposed to the nerd, or show off a nerd they would think was his 'friend' to his family? Both sounded terrible. "Kevin!" his mother snapped. He groaned and motioned for Double D to come along, slinking into the kitchen.

It was just about as normal as any other kitchen: spacey and big with a long square table over in the corner. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, not used to this. His own parents had never been home, always busy with work, and they usually left frozen food or ingredients to cook.

"Come along, son!" his dad boomed, a grin plastered in his face. He had stubble on his chin and he looked like someone who could easily crush Double D. He gulped and moved in, sitting at one of the end chairs. He held his hands in his lap, staring at the steaming meatloaf. It was basically a huge chunk of meat with ketchup cooked onto it, or perhaps a secret sauce.

Kevin's mother began to serve it to them, smiling as she put some on Double D's plate. "You're Eddward, correct?" she asked politely, getting a quick nod from Double D. He wasn't sure what to do or say. "It's wonderful to meet you! I hope you enjoy my meatloaf; it's a secret recipe," she said with a wink, turning to give some to the other two.

Kevin was having an animated conversation with his father and his mother looked content, serving some vegetables to them all as well. Double D took his fork and knife, neatly cutting a square before inspecting it. He tilted it this way and that, even sniffing it before he would eat it. By the time he decided to eat it the others were staring at him, getting a heated blush from the young boy. He plopped it into his mouth, eyes widening slightly at the perfect flavor. Barely juicy, but the taste was exquisite!

"It's very good," he said, looking down as he ate. Kevin gave him a warning look, as if saying 'don't be so weird around my parents' before he continued on conversation with his dad about some plays or another. Double D discreetly observed them, the mother chiding on manners before she would laugh along with the family about something or another. It was all so…nice. Double D somehow, with a clenching of his heart, wished he knew what that was like.


After dinner, when the others had gone their separate ways, Double D decided it was time to go home. He gathered up his things and bid the family goodnight, the mother gushing about having him over another time so they could chat more. He couldn't help but smile, certainly hoping so.

"Goodnight Kevin," he said at the door, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. The sun was beginning to set, his parents might be worried where he was…or not.

"Whatever," he said, a bit absentmindedly Double D noticed. "Look, tomorrow I have practice. If you want to...y'know do this again, then you'll have to wait for me!" he said, clutching the doorknob of his home, twisting it this way and that.

"O-Oh, that's alright then. I have nothing else to do," he said with a smile, nodding his head before he took off into the night. Despite how awkward that had been, he felt like he had a new purpose to everything, a reason to really work. Not to mention that he had this weird warm feeling in his chest. He touched where his heart might be, smiling to himself until he got into his own empty home.


The ending seemed kinda...meh A but I tried! Woo~ so it's been about a week...hmm this is probably fast as I will go with schoolwork and all that jazz~ so don't expect one a day (much as that would rock)

Comments? Questions? Concerns? I want them so review!

About his hair...eh still not sure. Thinking of a chapter where Kevin sees his hair so...yeah~