For whatever reasons, Edd and Kevin had not run into each other since their snowball fight, but they had been texting incessantly. The past few days for Kevin had begun with a good morning text and ended with goodnight text from his adorkable crush. He had discovered many things about Edd that he had never known before, mostly endearing little habits or cute stories from childhood (though, sadly, the dork had yet to reveal anything about the girl he had been involved with), but also the sad disclosure that Edd's parents would not be spending Christmas with him, which apparently had happened twice before. The previous times, Edd had been invited over to Ed's house once and Eddy's another, but coincidentally, both were also out of town visiting relatives this holiday season.
Kevin was to celebrate Christmas with his family. They generally just had a feast of a dinner and then opened presents afterward, which had been torturous when Kevin was younger, because he could never wait until the evening to get his gifts. Years ago, they would attend a Christmas mass in the morning, but that tradition had faded. Whenever there was a white Christmas, he would spend the hours in between church and dinner participating in various wintry activities with Nazz and Rolf (and usually Sarah, Jimmy, and the others would join). Since there was plenty of snow that year, Nazz had called him Christmas eve to confirm a neighborly snowman building contest, but Kevin made a polite excuse.
All the avoiding he had been doing and all that texting culminated to Christmas morning. At 9 AM, give or take a few, Kevin mustered all the courage he could. After showering and dousing himself in cologne (more than enough, one could say), he found himself nervously lingering on Edd's front steps. After an exhausting couple of minutes debating whether or not his decision was a good one, he finally rang the doorbell.
Edd opened the door promptly, already dressed for the day in a red argyle sweater and complimentary dark green trousers. "Merry Christmas. Should you not be celebrating with your family or Nazz and Rolf?" his voice wavered nearly imperceptibly.
Shy as usual, after ringing the doorbell, Kevin faced the street, a hand deep in his pocket and a cigarette in the other. "Merry Christmas, Double Dee," he coughed, turning around to Edd (smiling at how Kevin addressed him by something other than dork or dweeb) and then crushing his cigarette butt on the stairs. "I don't know where you want me to throw that, so I'll take it when I leave, 'kay?" and he was unbearably awkward. "And I'll be with my folks later. My morning is all yours."
"That is unnecessa – "
"So, I know you're a great cook, and I'm hungry," Kevin was well aware that it would be futile for him to attempt reasoning with Edd, so he invited himself in.
A pale, feminine hand stayed him, though. "You must wear these if you want to come inside," Edd smiled, somewhat vulpine, and produced a fluffy white pair of bunny slippers from seemingly nowhere.
"I get the feeling you aren't kidding," the redhead squinted as if it would help him discern if Edd was joking or not.
"I am completely serious," and Edd gestured to Kevin's wet, less-than-spotless boots.
Sighing, (the things he would do for that kid) Kevin unlaced his boots in the doorway and slid on the new embarrassing footwear. "Happy? Can I come in now?"
The dork giggled and motioned for his guest to enter. It would be safe to assume Kevin was hungry, as he walked immediately into the kitchen, helping himself to a bowl and a box of cereal from the cupboard.
"If you really are famished, I can prepare a more satisfying meal," Edd proposed, blocking the fridge door before Kevin could grab the milk. "Would pancakes appease you? I have ingredients for several variations, not confined to but including chocolate chip, banana, and blueberry." He slipped on his apron and began to gather the basic flour, milk, and so on. The apron was a girlish pale pink, and the waist ties only drew attention to Edd's equally effeminate waist. As a result, it became increasingly difficult for Kevin not to stare.
"Sounds choice. Whatever is easiest," Kevin disguised his excitement, shrugging and only giving a half-smile. He watched Edd scrupulously prepare the batter, his small, white hands moving with deft charm and his expression one of placid diligence. Just as Edd began to mix the contents of the bowl, Kevin surrendered to his friend's allure and slipped his arm around that tiny waist.
Edd jumped, startled but laughing awkwardly, "You surprised me." His entire face reddened, feeling Kevin's body pressed against his back.
"I like you, okay?" Kevin murmured, pressing a soft kiss on the nape of Edd's neck...
author's note: sorry, this is short...
