Pleasant Eds
By: Cartman's Girl
Chapter Two
The day had continued as par usual. Eddy had another bizarre scam hatching, and
put both Ed and Double-D to the test of making it work. But the idea of 'Ride the Ed' wasn't especially alluring. Reason
one, Ed was smelly and not many could handle to be even within an inch of him
at times. Reason two, Ed kept falling over himself that day.
Why was Ed clumsier then usual anyway?
"All right Ed, let's try this again…" Eddy breathed heavily, trying to control
an outburst of insults at the monobrowed Ed. "Double-D?" he looked over to the
hatted Double-D, who was polishing a badly made saddle.
"Hrm?" Double-D asked, not looking up as he sprayed disinfectant on the saddle.
"Get on Ed." Eddy said. It wasn't an offer, it was an order. Ed felt his eyes
almost pop out from his skull at the three short words and backed up slowly.
Double-D turned his head and stared at Eddy before tilting it slowly.
"Pardon?" he asked. He surely had heard that wrong!
"Ride Ed, Double-D!" Eddy screeched, pointing to Ed. "You're light, and showing
that YOU can manage a ride on lumpy the other kids'll be convinced!"
"All right already!" Double-D replied, pulling on a helmet he usually wore if
he dare attempt riding a bike. Then he strapped on elbow pads and kneepads.
"C'mon already!" Eddy snapped. Double-D walked up to Ed, and stared up at the
taller boy.
"Try not to fall on me, all right Ed?" he asked. Ed just uttered a 'buh' since
his brain was currently taking a vacation around his body.
"Too long!" Eddy declared. He shoved the same bridle he wore when Sarah was
using him as a horse into Ed's mouth, strapped the seat onto his back and threw
Double-D atop it. Double-D squeaked at the sudden and forceful moves from Eddy,
and grabbed onto Ed's head in fear of falling off. Hey, it was a long drop!
The instant Double-D's skin got in contact with Ed, it was like an alarm had
gone off. Ed actually neighed loudly and collapsed to the ground, and began
bucking like a wild horse in the plains of Texas. Or somewhere western like.
Double-D shrieked at the top of his lungs as he held onto the rope, digging his
heels into Ed's sides without realising.
"Whoa Ed, whoa.. WHOA!!" he screamed as he tried steering the large boy around
obstacles.
"…That's IT!" Eddy declared, before pulling out a megaphone from his pants
(how'd he fit that down there?) and shouted into it. "COME ONE, COME ALL TO THE
FAMOUS ED RODEO!" the noise attracted some listeners at least. "Dare you
attempt to ride the raging volcano of fury known as Ed?? None have survived an
encounter with this muscle bound maniac! Whoever stays on the longest wins ten
dollars! …In twenty years." Eddy added the last part to himself, at least.
"Ride him hard cowboy!" Rolf cried from the sidelines as he watched Double-D
clinging to Ed for dear life. Kevin found himself laughing at Double-D's
misfortune as well as the looks that Ed had strewn across his face. Ed then
lost his footing and slammed into the muddy ground. He kicked wildly before
forcing himself back on his feet, and continued his riding rampage.
Mud was thrown through the air as bits of it splattered off of the muddy Ed and
Double-D, causing a bigger mess around the abandoned lot. Eddy groaned as he
shielded himself with Jimmy at the mud mess. Ed riding in mud? Ew, now THAT'S
disgusting. Double-D then pulled sharply on the reigns, straightened his back
and pulled his feet out of Ed's sides.
"WHOA BOY!" he screamed, since they were heading right for the fence. Too late.
Ed slammed through the fence, leaving a hole in the fence that resembled an
outline of the two. The kids stared through the fence as Ed and Double-D
vanished from sight, leaving similar prints in fences as they went.
"Uhh…" Eddy spoke into the megaphone again, almost deafening Jimmy who was
stood besides him. "That is only a taste of what you'll see, The Famous Ed
Rodeo which will take place next week! So tune in next week, same Ed Station,
same Ed Channel!"
~*~
Panting and wheezing, Ed had finally found himself stopping and lean up against
a tree. Man, what was wrong with him today? Ever since he had that dream he's
been doing nothing right at all!
"…Ed…?" a very weak voice spoke up. Ed's eyes widened and he glanced over his
shoulder; a very green looking Double-D was still on his back.
"Double-D??" he asked incredulous. He'd been able to hang on for that long?
"Can… can I get off now…?" Double-D asked weakly. Ed was quick to oblige and
pulled Double-D off him and spat out the reigns and slid the seat off. "Ugh…
thank you." Double-D sat down against the tree, trying not to throw up.
"Oh Double-D I'm so sorry! I did not know that you'd stayed on my back! I
thought you felled off back when I hit the fence!" Ed leant down besides the
smaller boy, before leaning more down and lifting one of Double-D's eyelids.
"Are you alive still?" he asked.
"Yes… I'm alive, Ed…" Double-D pulled his head away from Ed's hand and leant
forward, putting his head between his knees. "Just… barely…"
"Ohhh I feel so bad Double-D!" Ed gushed, what could he do? What COULD he do?
Ding. "Oh I know I know!" before Double-D could interject, Ed hauled him into
his arms and started to run off towards his house. "Whenever I feel sick Mom
makes me lay down 'n gives me special medicine!"
"Ed… please…" but Double-D sighed, he knew nothing would get through his
friend's head until he'd done what he wanted to do. Plus, he felt too woozy to
argue. Soon Double-D found himself laid out on the couch in Ed's living room. A
homemade blanket thrown over him; a bucket by his side (half full of unwashed
laundry) and the sounds of Ed searching in the kitchen filled the air.
"Ugnnn… where are they…?" Ed asked as he opened pantry after pantry. Food,
drinks, tablecloths, but no medicine! He leant up against the fridge, eyes
wide. If he didn't get Double-D something, why, he might DIE or something!
…Okay, nothing quite that bad, but still!
Suddenly he eyed it. Through the kitchen to the laundry was a pantry up high.
Ed hurried up to it, grabbed a chair and climbed on and opened the door. Yep,
the medicine cabinet! Hrm… gas, constipation, fever, chicken pox, measles, flu…
a-hah! Ed pulled out the bottle labelled to be given to people suffering from
nausea, giddiness and green skin.
"Banjo!" Ed declared, meaning to say Bingo. But this is Ed we're talking about.
He rushed back into the kitchen and poured a glass full of water and hurried
back into the living room to find Double-D with his head leant over the bucket.
"Ed…" he whined, "I was just sick all over your laundry…" he whimpered. Ed
waved a hand, before taking the bucket.
"Oh that's ok Double-D, it was meant ta be washed!" he handed Double-D the
glass and two tablets. "Drink up mister or no soup for you!"
"You're making soup… for me?" Double-D asked, surprised at Ed's generosity.
True, it was because of him he was feeling woozy and ill, and had now emptied
his stomach of the waffles he'd had earlier that day… and carrots. But he
hadn't eaten carrots; why the carrots? Oh well.
"Yuh-huh!" Ed nodded, then gasped. "I hafta check!" he then ran from the room,
leaving Double-D to swallow his tablets. Eventually Ed re-entered, holding a
specially made soup bowl which had it's own handle. It was on a red tray with a
flower stuck into a glass full of water. "Here you go Double-D…" Ed pulled the
TV tray out from around the couch with his foot and put the tray on.
"Why Ed, how thoughtful!" Double-D declared; he had never seen Ed as the
hospitable type of person. "Why, you even picked me a Daisy!"
"It's from Mom's garden; don't tell Sarah though." Ed whispered in a low voice.
Double-D smiled and nodded. He was feeling much better now anyway, having
gotten over the bout of sickness and having the tablets. Thus he tucked into
the soup.
"Mmm! Pumpkin, my favourite!" Double-D grinned at Ed, "Thanks Ed!"
"Aw shucks Double-D." Ed grinned back, not really caring if he had a faint
blush on his face now or not. He sat on the floor, leaning against the couch as
Double-D ate his soup quietly; not like Ed. When Ed ate soup, he slurped and
drank it noisily. Course it meant his Mom would nag to him about table manners;
then he'd always say that they were home 'n not meant to impress anyone.
Sitting there, with nothing on his mind Ed shut an eye as he thought back to
his dream the night before. Dream Double-D telling him it was especially him
that Ed had wanted there, about how he wanted to be comforted and held by him…
plus, whatever Ed wanted, Double-D would do. He slowly tilted his head, if that
was true… was it true that he had wanted to do whatever… ugh. His head
hurt.
"Hey Double-D?" Ed asked, looking up at Double-D, who was sipping the last bit
of pumpkin soup from the bowl. He stopped, licked his lips and looked down at
Ed.
"Yes Ed?" he replied,
"Yer smart, right?"
"I believe so, but thank you for the compliment."
"Right. Double-D, I wanna ask you 'bout a dream I had." Ed moved around so he
was sitting in front of Double-Don the floor.
"Oh. Well, I'm not that diverse in the studies of dream interpretations Ed, but
I shall give it my best!" Double-D was only too happy to answer Ed's questions
now; he had made him feel better.
"Okay, all right." Ed sat back, "Y'see I had a dream where I was all alone 'n
stuff. First, I felt really scared right?"
"All right?" Double-D asked, holding out a piece of pad paper with a pencil,
which he always kept in his pocket in case of such emergencies. Like writing a
number down, a licence plate, or just doodle a plan.
"But then I wasn't alone anymore, y'know why? Cause you were there!" Ed
grinned, Double-D raised an eyebrow; but kept quiet as he wrote it down. "You
said, that… uh, that you were there cause I wanted you to be there in my head,
y'know. To make me feel safer or somethin' like that."
"I see… so a familiar face made you feel more safe?" Double-D asked.
"Yuh-huh, specially when you held me!" Ed declared. Double-D's face fel at that
statement but cleared his throat. "But then we started flyin' around in the
dark place; it was really neat! 'N then, then after that we ended up in a
park!"
"A… park?" Double-D asked, still jotting notes.
"Yup. But then… then you ran off." Ed added, sounding somewhat upset when he
said it, "I looked for you on a big white horsy's back; but the horsy spotted
you firstest. Wanna know what you were doing now?"
"I… uh… yes, Ed. Please do inform me." He hoped it wasn't anything rude!
"You were pickin' flowers! Like that one." Ed pointed to the daisy, "Only there
were other colours too. 'N then… now this part's hard okay?" he pointed out,
"Right."
"'N we started running t'wards each other. I told you off for runnin' off, 'n
you said sorry; then we kinda crashed and fell down the hill. Sorta like a
one-on-one dog pile thing!" Ed found himself giggling to himself, "I was on
top."
"I… see…" Double-D wasn't sure if he liked where this dream was going now.
"'N then you hugged me real nice-like, 'n we began to… uh… hard to say. I
know!" Ed pushed the TV tray out of the way and stood up, coming practically
nose to nose with Double-D now. "We were kinda like this, but yer mouth was
open 'n stuff."
Double-D felt a massive amount of blush take control of his face having Ed
suddenly this close to him, he leant back against the sofa but Ed followed him
onto it, still nose to nose with him. He opened his mouth to say something,
"That's it!" Ed squeaked happily, "Just like that! 'N I know what we were gonna
do, but I wanna know why I'd want you to do that to me! Can you work out why,
Double-D? Please?" Ed asked, knees up on the sofa; his large frame blocking
Double-D from any possible escape now.
"Uhm… Ed… I…I think… well… what… what do you think was going to h-happen…?"
Double-D stuttered out a question finally.
"I think… what I WAS gonna do when Christmas came early!" Ed gushed happily; to
him it now felt like Double-D knew what he wanted to do, "Saayy… I never got to
do that! Maybe THAT'S what it was all about!" Ed's eyes lit up, he had worked
it out!
"T-that's g-good Ed…" Double-D knew he was too weak to push Ed off, but he
moved his hand to Ed's chest to try it anyway. "N-now please-"
"Aw thanks Double-D!"
That did it. Ed leant forward only a bit and slapped his lips up against
Double-D's, moving a hand to Double-D's shoulders as he did. So this is what it
was all about, just this! Nothing too bad at all! Ed felt so relieved as he
held Double-D there. Course, for Double-D it was all a great shock. He'd been
kissed before, yes. Many times in fact by Marie; but this was… this was Ed!
His heart was racing at a tremendous speed now, banging against his ribcage.
But this little small nagging voice in the back of his hat was actually, sort
of, in a miniscule way… enjoying this. It wasn't like when Marie kissed
him, it wasn't fast and furious like a machine gun. This was actually
thoughtful, had meaning behind it and was quite nice if he dare admit
it. As soon as Double-D had actually accepted the fact he liked this, Ed
stopped and hopped off the couch.
"Thanks Double-D, you really helped me out 'bout that dream I had!" Ed thanked
Double-D a second time, his friend still in a state of shock to respond. "But
you're lookin' much better now! And that's as good as raisins, since they're
yummy."
"I… ugh…" Double-D couldn't really think up a response to what just happened.
Finally he cleared his throat, "I… I, better.. uh, better go home now… I mean…
my clothes are so dirty and… and I need to have a bath." He pointed out.
"Oh yah yah, sure!" Ed nodded, taking the blanket off of him. "I need to… uh…
do something in the bathroom too." He grinned at Double-D,
"Yes. I'm sure." Double-D stood up shakily and made his way to the door,
followed by Ed. Ed opened the door for him,
"Bye Double-D, I'll see you tomorrow!" Ed grinned. Double-D stared up at Ed,
then smiled gently.
"Yeah. Tomorrow." He replied softly. Ed grinned again, and Double-D headed off
down the street. Once the door was shut, Double-D found himself hurrying back
home. He had to get home, he just had to! He needed the discipline there, he
needed the schedule!
What just happened with Ed? Hey, it was just a kiss. Nothing more, nothing
less. No, you didn't begin to enjoy it. No, you didn't want to do it again. NO
you're NOT thinking about what Ed tasted like; NO. Opening his door he hurried
in and slammed the door shut. From outside, you could easily hear a yell of
frustration and confusion cry out from Double-D's house.
While from Ed's house, was the happy humming as Ed fixed up the lounge so he
wouldn't get in trouble.
[The End… or is it?? I don't know! You tell me!]
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