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Dear Diary,

Today was...an...it was...interesting...

Oy vey...I shall simply start from the beginning.

To start with, school was fairly average. I'd made plans to hang out with Ed and Eddy, since they'd been pestering me all week. I didn't mind hanging out with them, I'd simply had other things on my mind and schedule. As such, I happily conceded.

We made our way home together, deciding to hang out at Eddy's house and watch a few movies. It was enjoyable to catch up...even if the majority of things I missed were, as one would suspect, failed scams and schoolwork complaints. Ah, but they were my friends. If nothing else, I had them both allow me assist them with their homework. Nothing makes me feel as accomplished as helping my friends finish their homework. Otherwise, they'd have likely put it off until Monday morning, and that was unpleasant for everyone involved...especially me.

I made my way home rather late-ish, a bit after 8, actually. Upon arriving home, I was surprised to hear the doorbell...and, upon opening it, was even more surprised to see Kevin there.

I...won't say I minded it being him, however.

"Greetings, Kevin! What a surprise; it appears you have perfect timing as well, as I've only just arrived home!" I let the thinnest smile cross my lips, and felt rather amused when I noticed slight embarrassment play across Kevin's features.

"Heheh, yeah, timing..." My smile became more true.

"Oh Kevin, don't tell me you waiting all evening just to come see me?"

"No!" he said in a sudden defence, then, softening his tone, he said, "I mean, I was doing other stuff, so..."

"Really, I am rather flattered, Kevin..."

We made our way over to the couch. It had almost become a custom at this point. He took his regular spot, and I mine. He was quiet, so I decided to speak up.

"To what do I owe this visitation?" Kevin looked funnily at me in response. I suppose my...manner of speech was a little difficult to interpret at times. I breathed in, thought, and tried again, "I should say...what is up?" The words felt rather foreign in my mouth, but it coaxed a chuckle out of Kevin.

"Not much, you know...the usual."

And from there on, we simply...talked. About everything. School, his motorcycle, Nat, my hobbies. Somewhere in the middle Kevin flicked on the television, putting it on some old sitcom just as background noise. I didn't complain. It wasn't long, however, until the conversation got a little more worth noting.

"So Double D...you ever tried, like...not pussyfooting around your words and stuff?" The terminology wasn't something I enjoyed, but I supposed it was a good description for what I did. I bit my lip, an eye closed as I stared up, making a 'hmm' sound. Kevin simply smirked at me.

"I suppose...I may have, long ago, when I was a child. But I learned in school that it was best to think over things before saying them. It meant for...less embarrassment." I looked down, remembering sour events.

"It's not like you could embarrass yourself around me, dude. I've seen a lot of shit."

"Language!" I said quickly, then covered my mouth. I had begun to accept Kevin simply said these things without realizing, and felt it rather useless to keep saying it. It was an impulse...and, I suppose, one thing I did do that was embarrassing. Kevin just smirked.

"But really, dude. Just talk normal to me. Promise I won't think you're weird or anything. Like, weirder than you already are." He chuckled, the gravel of his voice comforting me as he shoved playfully at my shoulder. I couldn't help but share the smile.

"I...suppose I can try to, Kevin. For you."

"I mean, heck, you're smiling for me, might as well talk for me too." His wording made me giggle, and yet again, I smiled widely at him.

"Of course, Kevin."

"So what happened last night?" He said quickly, almost as if he just had to get it out. I froze up. I was thinking to myself, Oh dear, Eddward, what have you just agreed to? This is not something you want to explain without thought. He must have noticed me stalling, because his arm took a firm hold of my left shoulder, and I was pulled to face him. He continued, "Sorry if I freaked you out or something..."

"No no, you didn't, I just..wasn't..sure how to respond. I just felt like I..had to do something, and I didn't know what. I just..." I was twiddling my thumbs again, and he was smiling at me.

"Nah, I shouldn't have done something I didn't know if you'd be okay with or not, dude. You're not, like...used to this sort of stuff. Guess you dunno what to do yet, do you?"

I blushed, "I-I suppose not, Kevin..."

I felt Kevin's hand loosen its grip, slowly sliding down towards my collarbone. Fingertips slid teasingly over the protruding bone, moving down to my sternum. His eyes were watching his fingertips...as were mine. I was entranced. My heart was fluttering and pounding at once, and as his fingers reached the center of my sternum, I heard a very soft breath from his nose. He smiled up at me, and good lord, I couldn't resist how beautiful his eyes were. I rarely looked into them, but when I did, I couldn't look away. I was putty in his hands...oh, Eddward, what has become of you? I think that now, but at that moment, I could not think anything at all.

"Heh...you nervous too?"

...too? "It's...n-not something I'm...used to, no. It's normal to be frightened of the new and unknown..." My eyes fell back down to his fingertips, which had begun to slide down between my ribs. I gasped inwardly and closed my eyes. I wasn't sure what I'd do if he went any lower, and then...

He chuckled and started tickling me. Immediately I gasped and tried to get away, but he kept at it. I grabbed at his wrists to try and push him away with all my might, but it was like I was trying to move a concrete wall. I curled up in response, unable to control my laughter, my head going against his collarbone and me desperately clinging to his wrists.

He stopped abruptly...and I felt his arms move around my waist and pull me close. I only just then realized what sort of position I was in - almost under Kevin, leaned back with my forehead against his chest. I felt rather foolish, awkward, and...oh my goodness I couldn't ignore how wonderful he smelled. It was...comfortable. Strange, awkward, embarrassing, and something I didn't want to end. So warm...

Yet again, I heard his gravelly laughter, and he let go of me. I was slow to pull back, moving into a sitting position again, my legs dropping off the couch where I realized they'd gone to whilst I curled up. I looked up at him, and his face was...probably as red as mine. In that moment, he looked so beautiful...

"Heh, glad that worked." His voice was proud.

I was at a loss, "Glad what worked?"

"Glad I was able to score a hug out of you from that. Worth it." I'm not sure he even realized what he was saying until then, when I suddenly saw him bite his lip. It was cute. I couldn't be mad at him for pulling that on me. It was, as he said, 'worth it'.

He rubbed the back of his head nervously, and I smiled, looking at the couch between us, his unused hand lying in the space between us.

Did I dare?

My hand, beside his...crept just slightly closer. I let my pinkie touch his, and...it appeared I was too shy to do something like that.

Then his hand slid over mine. I melted a bit. He squeezed, and I could barely breathe.

"God, you're so damn cute, Double D..." I almost wondered if he was saying it to himself, or me. He was looking away, almost like he wasn't saying it without making himself.

"I find you 'cute' as well, Kevin..."

His eyes widened and he went red. I know I said it to him yesterday, but...when said in casual terminology, it tends to have a greater impact, I suppose. He looked at me, cheeks red and freckled, and a half-smirk played across his face.

"Yeah?...Huh..." His fingertips lightly grazed over mine, a slow dance as his hand held mine. My entire body was warm and bubbly, and I wasn't sure I couldn't handle how lovely it felt any longer.

He sighed, his head falling back onto the couch, eyes closing, almost peacefully. His hand never moved from mine, and the things it was making me feel...oh deary me, I didn't realize I could get worked up so easily. I was glad I had decided on a thick pair of briefs and a baggy t-shirt...hopefully I'd go unnoticed. My pants, however, were growing tight, and I itched to squirm and readjust myself. I was simply too shy to give him a clue what I was doing. He was a guy...he'd know. Or I believe he would. His eyes may have been closed, but I didn't want to take the chance.

As the tv whispered aimlessly in the background, I let myself melt into the moment. The heat in my abdomen was driving me crazy, but the flutter in my heart kept me still.

We sat there for...God knows how long. However, when he shifted his weight in the couch, it was at the point where the fluttery feeling was a warm, trickling stream inside of me, and the comfort didn't appear to be leaving anytime soon. He sat up straight, his hand very slowly sliding off of mine. The clamminess was apparent as the cold air danced across the back of my hand, but I didn't mind. I could still feel it.

"I...gotta get home. Dad's gonna want me to watch something with him. Something stupid, but it's, like, family n' stuff..." There was an unsure, sad look replacing his fading smile.

I simply smiled at him gently, and replied, "I understand. I..." I looked down and closed my eyes, a bit afraid to continue.

"You..." he pried.

"I wouldn't mind...doing this again...wh..whatever...-this- is..." Goodness I was nervous. He made me feel so lovely, I didn't want to shake the feeling for the life of me. And I felt I didn't want anything in the world more than what I was feeling right then. I suppose now I understand all those sappy romance novels...anyhow, to continue...

"Alright...catch you later, Edd."

The way he said my name was saccharine. I'm glad he didn't hug me again, because...I am not sure I would have let him go.

Maybe...maybe it's not all that hopeless after-all, Diary?

Let us simply hope he still wants me when these first, intense feelings I've read so much about, have passed...

Also...writing all that did not help with my 'problem'. Oh goodness, what am I becoming...do not judge me for what I must do.

I am merely human, after-all, Diary.

Your flawed friend,

Eddward

nekon3kokitty-sama said: oh my gosh...cute. i...couldn't exactly picture edd looking at p***...maybe reading it but not looking at it.

My response: He was trapped in Eddy's disgusting room for two hours with some freshly-purchased magazines, unlike all the other 'contaminated' things. Edd's gotten over the majority of his neat freak tendencies, but he knew exactly what happened in Eddy's room. He only knew so much about 'things', and decided to look and see what exactly all the fuss was about with p***. It never stimulated him in the past when he'd chanced upon seeing things by accident. The reading was dreadful, but he was bored out of his mind in there...but he'd promised Eddy he'd wait for him. It'd be rude to leave. And thus, eventually, the events happened. Fortunately, Eddy returned long after Edd's 'situation' had passed, but the 'damage' had already been done to Edd's knowledge of himself.

If at any point anything doesn't seem to 'fit' in the story, feel free to say something, and I'll try and explain it in my chapter notes. I have my own views on how Edd and Kevin would be at this stage in their lives, and it's not always going to make sense with what the characters decide to write, without my added context.