Waking up at someone's house for the first time can be a little confusing, but even more so when you didn't get there and go to sleep sober. So, needless to say, Kevin was extremely confused upon waking up Saturday morning, hearing someone humming a room over. Not only was it not the voice of one of his usual friends or mother, but the ceiling and couch was something he didn't recognize.

Despite the confusion, there was no panic in the jock to get up and leave. He felt rather at ease and comfortable, actually, so he decided to just lay there all bundled up. It was better to be bundled up and cozy, trying to remember everything that happened, rather than go brave the cold November air just because he was a little uncertain as to what was happening.

"Not awake yet?" He heard a familiar voice mumble, but he decided to try and pretend to be a sleep for a little longer. "Tsk, it's already 9am… such a late sleeper."

Excuse you, 9am on a Saturday was early and he would not be judged for it… later. Right now he was trying to remember why he was at the dweeb's house. There was no doubt he walked himself there while drunk- none of his friends would bring him to Double Dork's house of all places- not even Nazz. So, yeah.

Question left was why.

Annoyingly enough, that was only something he could answer. Dork was probably just as confused as he was.

For some reason, he had felt the need to go to Double D's house at some ungodly hour to crash. He knew in his heart he'd be awake- he had seen him up later than him numerous times to know the other wouldn't have been asleep.

But that was beyond the point- Nazz would have let him in. Rolf would have. They both have done it many other times.

So Why Double D?

Pondering his life choices with a good degree of grump, Kevin lied there dead to the world. He had been hoping to catch some secret, but all the other did was cook and mutter softly while cleaning.

It wasn't a secret that Kevin wanted to know more about the elusive creature known as Double D- he wanted to know why he was the way he was, or why he did the things he did.

A soft sound finally caught his attention, causing him to twitch and turnaround from the couch to see the dork placing down a plate of warm and fluffy looking eggs.

"Oh, Kevin!" Double D gasped, as though surprised he was awake- or maybe his sudden movement caught him off guard that much. "I made you some eggs- water and medicine for your headache have been here for a good while, should you have woken before I finished cooking…"

"Thanks, Dweeb. But I don't actually get hungover." Kevin sat up, still drinking the water and taking the asprin for a different ache he had- not doubt from getting too rough with the boys last night. "I'm sore- probably from partying too hard last night- but yeah. It's the best thing ever."

Double D seemed surprised at that- almost disbelieving. "Is that so?"

"Yep- I've never gotten hungover once. My friends envy it."

There was a moment of silence, where the smaller boy seemed to be considering and studying him- as if trying to figure out if he was lying or telling the truth. He seemed to believe him, in the end.

"Huh- that must be fantastic. Eddy gets hungover and laments his existence for a good few hours." Double D hummed, taking a seat on a nearby, matching chair. "Ed himself gets them but is surprisingly a good sport about them."

"Wait- have- have you actually had alcohol before?" Kevin's eyes widened, and so did Double D's. He must've just let the comments slip in comfort.

"Oh- um-"

"Dude- if you have, I won't tell anyone. Not even Nazz; scout's honor."

The nerd squinted, his mouth quirking in amusement. "You weren't even a boy scout."

Kevin made a noise, caught in a lie but there was no way the dweeb could actually know that. "Hey, you don't know me-"

"I do; Johnny commented on it once that he was the only one from our cul-de-sac to be in the boy scouts. He had tried recruiting us all, remember? I believe you laughed at him and biked away."

….Okay so he could remember that…

"Still!" Kevin persisted. The idea of the straight lace, good boy Double D who never missed school and got perfect grades and was the stellar role model drinking was… too exciting. To a point where Kevin really would keep it between them- he just wanted to know if there were any dark secrets lurking there.

"…Once. I ended up getting so anxious about my parents finding out I threw up, so we decided I just wouldn't." Kevin grimaced, and Double D snickered softly.

"How drunk did you even get?"

"Not that drunk, I don't think. I was tipsy enough I was considerably more clumsy- I ran into a door despite it being firmly closed the whole time."

That got a small chuckle out of the jock. "So you don't drink anymore then? Do you still hang out with them when they do?" Even the idea of those dweebs actually getting drunk was weird to Kevin- he just couldn't see past their childish or annoying nature, really.

"I still hang out with them when they wish to drink a bit- which is a rarity. Normally we're content with junk food and video games."

The jock raised a brow at his phrasing, which had Double D smiling again. "Correction; they like their junk food and we all like video games." There was something… relaxed about the way they were talking right now. Kevin found himself enjoying it.

Not wanting to lose that comfort, Kevin clung to the common ground they had. "Oh yeah? What kind of video games do you like to play?" To be absolutely truthful, Kevin couldn't predict what kind of games Double D would enjoy. He figured he wouldn't like them, but he seemed to play them a good bit with the other dorks.

The two ended up talking over eggs about a variety of games- Kevin found out the actually enjoyed the same kind to a degree; Double D enjoyed playing shooter and zombie games with his friends, but sometimes if Ed and Eddy just wanted to watch him, he played more difficult, platform puzzle games.

Kevin joked that they should game together sometime, and Double D agreed just as jokingly, hiding another giggle behind his hand. "Perhaps I'll make you some more cookies, as well."

"Alright well it's gonna happen for sure, now." Kevin needed those cookies in his life again- they made him ascend to another plane of existence where war and troubles never touched.

"Perhaps one day- I'm far too busy usually-" Ugh, no, Kevin didn't want his busy schedule to get in the way of his heavenly cookies. Not again- not in this house no sir.

"With what?" Kevin's brows furrowed, catching Double D off guard with his tone- it wasn't purely curious. "I heard you talking to the dweeb awhile back. You're like, always busy except for a few hours on the weekends, right?"

Double D pursed his lips, sitting back- a little more guarded. Kevin kicked himself for getting lost in his comfort and pressing about it, but nothing could be done now. He wanted to know- for some reason the thought wouldn't leave his head.

Maybe that's why he came- he wanted to know why the dork was busy and tired and alone all the time.

"Yes, that's right. I have school work- both mandatory and extracurricular- as well as my own projects and chores to work on. Even with the fact I don't do everything all in one day, I still have enough work it takes up most my time. I normally have half a day or sometimes half of Saturday and Sunday to spend with Ed and Eddy."

"…Christ why do you do so much?" Kevin sighed, leaning back as well and giving the other an incredulous look. "Is that why you go to sleep so late?" At the others surprised blink, he shrugged. "Every time I go to bed late or wake up at 1 or 2 in the morning, I can see you out my window- I can usually see the lights on or your shadow."

Seemingly getting more uncomfortable, the dork sighed. "Well, it's the work I have to do so I can have a successful future." He stood, gathering the jock's plate and glass to bring to the kitchen. It seemed to Kevin like he wanted to leave the conversation, and was trying to do so.

Instead, he too got up and went to the kitchen.

"Doesn't it get tiring to have to do all that?"

"It's fine, it's what my parents would like of me. I still manage to get a good bit of sleep anyways."

"Do you have to do all this?"

"I want to, Kevin."

"I don't know- you sound pretty tired sometimes."

"Do I? My apologies- I don't mean to come off so informally-" The dork jumped when Kevin was suddenly by his side, squinting at him- searching his eyes. They were touching a bit- just their arms- but the jock couldn't deny there was something about it that made his stomach do a flip.

"What do you mean "informally"? We're the same age. You can act like a kid sometimes, you know." He only ever did with Eddy and Ed, it seemed. Somehow, those two of all people unlocked the carefree aspect of Edd enough that he could laugh and enjoy himself with them. "You can express being unhappy, you know."

That seemed to catch the other in… something. He seemed surprised and uncomfortable at the idea.

Double D opened and closed his mouth, before cocking his head. "Pardon me, but why do you care, Kevin?" There was animosity or anger in the question- just curiosity. Kevin couldn't blame him for that, either. They weren't exactly friends.

Stepping back, the jock rubbed the back of his neck and suddenly couldn't meet the eyes of his host.

"I never asked, but why did you come here, Kevin?" Double D's questioning was soft, no malice or bite to it. "You could have gone to Nazz's like you normally do, or just stayed at your friends' and passed out there. You even could have gone to Rolf's."

Kevin realized what he was doing to Double D earlier and how uncomfortable he made him with his questioning. He had an answer, but he didn't have the ability to say it just then.

"Why do you care?"

"I… I don't know."


Yaaawen its like 4:30am and I am definitely tired and my cats got the zoomies but that's okay I love them...

Anyways! Kevin finally asked Double D what he's been wanting to ask for awhile- but he didn't really get the outcome he wanted. Not sure what he was expecting though.

Also kinda wanna make it clear I don't condone underaged drinking, but I come from a town/community where conversations between my peers in highschool about what they did drunk and stuff was pretty normal, and I have no reason to believe that these teens wouldn't be like that if I'm quite frank.

Another thing is though I don't get hung over- I've gotten pretty drunk a few times now and I just wake up feeling fine and dandy. I thought I'd share my gift with Kevin bc I'm nice like that huhuhuhu

I'm really excited to get to a certain point, but I have to drag myself through several more chapters to build up to it and I am just grumpy bc I wanna be there now! But ugh I will persist just to give you all a good story.

Thank you for reading and enjoying! Thank you to those who leave reviews, while I don't respond as I am very tired socially as of late, I appreciate them greatly and normally tell my husband and best friend about them bc they make me so happy and encouraged 3 I haven't written like this in a really long while so thank you to those who continue encouraging and supporting me!