*Blargh!*
Ed sat at home, thinking about how stupid he had been. "Sarah will be mad, Eddy." He had said, what a stupid thing to say, it was lunch hour, she was at the middle school. Enjoying her own lunch.
But, nonetheless, Ed was alone now. In his own house with nothing to do. But he could do a million things, read a comic book, nah, clean his room, no way, watch television, he didn't feel like it, fix the toilet, was it possible to get electrocuted fixing a toilet?, Ed didn't really want to do anything.
He shrugged, for no apparent reason, and threw himself on his bed. He had to maneuver around the hole in his mattress that he had chewed when he was angry with his mother for something Ed didn't even remember anymore.
He rolled his eyes, "how can young people be so naïve?" He asked himself.
But part of him was glad that when you were young you didn't quite get things. Like Sarah for example, if she was his age, there would be no possibility of Ed hiding his secret from her. She was smart, and she was bound to get smarter with each passing year.
Ed had decided to move out after high school a long time ago, when he realized that he was in love with her. He couldn't go through his adult years in love with his own sister, it was excused now, as he was only seventeen, and his brain was not fully developed, but as he got older people would begin to wonder why he treated his younger sister with so much brotherly love, before they realized all together, that it was not brotherly love at all.
But moving out, Ed decided, was the only way to escape this sick obsession, this love. So to move out was all Ed wanted. He knew that he would hurt his family's feelings, Sarah's, his mother's, his father's. but how could he explain why he was moving out in the first place? Sarah would just freak out, and his mother and father, well... Ed didn't even want to imagine their reactions.
Ed heard the front door open, had it been that long since lunch? Ed hadn't eaten anything.
"Ed?" Sarah's voice called from upstairs. "Jimmy's with me."
Ah. Jimmy. How could Ed forget? That little mush ball that had won over Sarah's heart a couple years ago.
Ed didn't answer. He felt like he couldn't.
"Please, Ed. I know you're here. The door was unlocked."
Ed rolled his eyes, and stood up from the bed, crossing the threshold and sticking his head from his bedroom door so his voice could carry up the stairs. "I am in my bed room, Sarah!" He smiled, he loved the way her name felt on his lips. But he shouldn't have.
"Okay, well, I was wondering if you could make me and Jimmy some PBnJ! We'll be up in my room!"
Ed was quiet for a moment, reflecting on Sarah and Jimmy in her room. They couldn't possibly be-
Ed cut his own thoughts off, they invited him up, why would they do that to themselves? He went up the stairs, crossed the living room, only half glancing at the stairs that led up to the other bedrooms, and stepped into the kitchen. Ed started mindlessly spreading peanut butter and jelly on bread, and slicing them into triangles, they way he used to.
Ed smiled. The way he used to when Sarah was still in the 'tea-party' stage.
He piled them all neatly on a plate. He made a journey back through the living room, then up the stairs. He raised a fist to knock but stopped himself when he heard Sarah crying.
"I don't know what to do Jimmy." She was saying. Her voice was muffled as if her face was in her pillow or Jimmy's chest "On one hand, I love him, and on the other, he's..." She paused and sobbed a little. "He's my brother!"
*Blargh!*
Eddy reached for the doorknob, taking a big breath and letting it out slowly. But the door opened on it's own, actually, Duane was behind it. "Eddy! Little Bro! How was school why are you home so early? Early out, huh? Or are you skipping?"
"Skipping." Eddy vaguely muttered.
Duane took hold of his wrist, clicking the power button on the radio's remote control with his other hand. "Dance with me!" He cried.
And Eddy thought about it. About giving in, and just giving Duane what he wanted. But part of himself yanked away from Duane. "I told you to stop it!" He cried. "I asked nicely, Duane!"
Duane shook his head. "Don't you get it? I won't stop if you ask nicely. I'll stop when I get what I want."
"But I'll never give that to you, okay! NEVER! N.E.V.E.R!"
Duane stood, shocked. "But, Eddy." He finally said. "How could you say that? I only want you to love me."
And that was it for Eddy. His fist balled up and before he knew what was happening, Eddy's fist collided with Duane's cheek. "I said. Fucking. No." Eddy said, staring straight into his brother's eyes. He felt his heart beat racing, and he wanted to punch his brother again, but his knuckles burned from the contact.
Duane was holding his cheek in one hand, his other balled up into a fist. Daune's fist started flying too, and before you knew it, it was a knock-out-brawl-out, Brother vs Brother.
Author's note: I feel like I'm kind of leavin Ed and Eddy's side of the story out, and I kinda feel bad. So this chapter is dedicated to them!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ed, Edd, n Eddy. *serious face*