Ed should drive a Mustang. Ah-hah-hah-hah. I crack myself up.
Hawaii was deceivingly complicated.
Okay, so it wasn't exactly complicated, but the streets all had really strange names, of the sort that Ed couldn't even pronounce. Oh, and the traffic was always terrible.
After school had finished for the day(it had ended with a nice little explosion in his classroom, courtesy of the seventh graders), Ed had jumped into his rental car, and began the long process of trying to find the house he'd be staying in. Thankfully, after nearly two hours of driving around, he finally managed to find the small home.
It didn't have the seaside view so many people thought of when they came to Hawaii, but he'd be willing to call it home. As sparsely furnished as it was, it radiated hominess with carpeted floors and plenty of windows. It even had a working air conditioner installed in what seemed to be the office room(it had a desk and a chair, anyway).
Once he'd settled in with the small amount of luggage he had, Ed turned his attention to the pile of papers he'd been given by the faculty. They'd instructed him to read and memorize it all by tomorrow, and after telling himself over and over that he could do it!, he set to work.
An hour in, there was a knock at his door, and he was rather relieved to take a break from all that paperwork. Heck, it wasn't even paperwork, it was just a terrifyingly long list of rules(most of them he thought were ludicrous. Even the teachers had to abide to a dress code!).
"Welcome to the neighborhood, blah, blah, bla--" a dull voice said when he opened the door, but both he and the speaker froze when they saw each other. Well, Ed had to look up a little.
"What are you doing here!?" they said in unison, before following with an annoyed "Hey!" from both. "Don't tell me we're neighbors!" "Stop copying me!" "I'm not!" "Knock it off already!" Eventually, after much yelling-in-unison, the two stopped long enough to catch their breaths. Ed spoke first.
"You really live around here, Savannah!?" he blurted, still disbelieving. Mentally, he was cursing his bad luck. "God! Tall people stalk me!"
"I'm not stalking you!" she snarled, offended. "If anything, you're the one stalking me! I've been living here for thirteen years, and you've only just moved in!" Without waiting for a response, she shoved a box of fudge into his hand, and slammed the door for him.
Ed stood there, stupefied, the box of fudge hardly registered. After a moment, he took a look at it, and checked the ingredients. At the first sign of the word 'dairy', he tossed it into the trash with a growl, and headed back to his paperwork. The stuff had probably been infected with tall people bacteria, anyways...
Ed's got the worst neighbors, don't he?