This chapter will have even more angst and alcohol consumption! YAY…I guess… Just a quick heads up, this chapter switches POV, but you'll be able to tell when it does. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 6:
"Oh, my head…" Edd moaned, "What the hell did I do last night?"
He stumbled to his feet and tried to recall what happened the night before.
Edd cringed. "My mouth tastes like vomit…"
As he took a few steps towards the hall, he heard a dull, hollow, -clink-.
"Strange…"
A scotch bottle was on the floor in front of him, bringing back every memory of his rave of independence the night before, where he downed his father's scotch…and half a six-pack of beer afterward. He slowly wended his way up the stairs to wash out his mouth, take an aspirin, and change clothes. Then he'd have some cleaning to do…
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"Where the hell's Double D? It's like, two o'clock and he ain't here yet!" Eddy yelled impatiently.
"Maybe the little bastard's asleep, Eddy!" Ed replied simply.
"Asleep? It's two o' clock, Mullet, no human could possibly be asleep now!" Eddy ranted.
Before Eddy could continue to rant, a high-pitched, ring tone of "Doctor Feel Good" rang from Eddy's pocket.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Eddy, it's Christian!" a familiar voice answered.
" Oh, hey man, what's up?"
" Well, I know it may seem a little soon, but I just scored us a gig at a bar up here in Toronto." Christian replied.
"You serious?" Eddy asked excitedly.
"Why would I lie to you about something like this? I'm on my way down there right now to bring you up here to see it, so get the guys together. Oh! An' tell 'em to bring some ID with 'em, the border police are real strict." Christian concluded.
"Ok, see you then!" Eddy said, hanging up.
"Who was it, Eddy?" Ed asked.
"Christian scored us a gig, he's coming down, we've got to find Double D right now!" Eddy answered while bolting out of Ed's basement.
"Wait for me, Eddy!" Ed called.
Ed and Eddy frantically jogged to Double D's house, asking people if they had seen them along the way.
"Hiya, Rolf!" Ed called to their foreign friend.
"Ah, yes, greetings 1985-was-a-long-time-ago Ed boy! And hello to you, too, Uses-enough-Aquanet-to-drown-a-whale Ed boy! Ah, but where is He-who-has-hair-like woman Ed boy?" Rolf inquired.
"That's just it, we don't know, have you seen him?" Eddy asked.
Rolf scratched his chin, which was now covered with a full beard, before answering. "Rolf has not seen him in a goat's age! Sorry Ed boys."
Eddy breathed a frustrated sigh, grabbed Ed, and continued towards their friend's house.
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Edd looked at himself in the mirror. He managed to clean himself and most of the house pretty well in forty-five minutes. All of that aside, he still looked awful. After brushing his teeth several times and using half a bottle of Listerine, the vomit aftertaste was gone, but his eyes were still extremely bloodshot.
"Very well, I'll just cover them up…" he muttered to himself.
He went to his room and rooted through one of his drawers until he found his sunglasses. They were sort of square-shaped, like the kind that people wore in the 80s. He, Ed and Eddy had each bought a pair to wear to Nazz's party that they were actually invited to as a joke. Nazz gave them the usual girlish giggle and "You're funny" remark, so things seemed to be going well. However, Eddy tampered with the music by replacing the primarily R&B and rap tracks with Motley Crue, Def Leppard, and Poison. Ed then got a little too excited and began to dance, accidentally smashing several breakable items while doing so. Therefore, they were "asked" to leave, meaning Kevin literally threw them out by their hair, calling the Eds every insult under the sun for wrecking his girlfriend's party.
Edd smiled at the memory and put the shades on. He was taken out of memory lane by several rings from the doorbell, shortly followed by overzealous pounds on the door.
"Hey Double D! Open up!"
"Just a second, guys!" Edd called down the stairs, making sure he looked presentable.
Edd opened the door to let his friends in.
"Jeez, Double D, where were ya?" Eddy asked, "Well, that don't matter now, grab your driver's license, Christian scored us a gig in Canada, so he's taking us up there."
"A gig? It's a little soon don't you think? We haven't even written any songs yet…" Edd replied.
"Don't worry about it, we'll just play some covers, it'll be fine." Eddy answered.
"Nice glasses, Double D!" Ed laughed.
"Pfft. Dude, we haven't worn those things since the party incident!" Eddy cackled, "Why're ya wearin' those?"
"Uh… just to see if you guys remembered them." Edd said, trying to sound convincing.
As the Eds proceeded to listen to music and recall memories from that eventful, image-destroying party, the sound of a car horn came from outside.
"Christian's here, guys!" Ed called from the window.
The Eds went outside and squeezed themselves into the small backseat of Christian's truck and drove northward towards Canada.
Christian looked back at his friends and chuckled.
"I like yer shades there, Double D, circa 1986, eh?"
"Yeah, probably." Double D answered.
The Eds then told their Canadian friend the history of the twenty year-old shades on the way to Canada, which was a horribly long drive with all the traffic. After showing their Driver's licenses to the border police and going through a "quick" car search, Edtallica finally made it to the "Five-Hole Tavern."
"Here it is boys, the ol' hockey bar. Too bad it's not hockey season, or else we'd be getting a bigger crowd once the gig rolls around." Christian proclaimed.
They entered the bar, which was covered with neon Labat Blue logos and various Toronto Maple Leafs shrines. Soon, a tall man in a hockey jersey approached them.
"Hey Christian, you made it!" the man called.
"Oh, hey there, Pierre, this the band I joined that I told you about earlier."
"Ah, so this is 'Edtallica', eh? Good to meetcha, boys. Now if you'll follow me to my office, I've got a couple questions for you guys." Pierre said.
Once they stepped in to Pierre's office, he asked them things about their play list, then gave them the run-down on where the stage would be set up and what equipment they'd need to bring with them.
"Well, that went well." Eddy stated.
"Shouldn't we have to audition first?" Edd asked.
"Naw, Pierre needed a band for next Saturday so bad, he didn't care who it was." Christian answered, "That and I know the guy."
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Christian pulled his truck to a stop outside Double D's house.
"See ya tomorrow, guys!" Christian called.
"Later, Christian!" the Eds replied.
Double D went back into his house and sprawled out on his couch. Today was an ok day, but it was a long day of rehearsal tomorrow…
He looked over and saw that a message was on the answering machine.
"Probably mother and father calling to say that they'll be gone another week…" Edd muttered, pushing the play button on the machine.
"Saturday, June 12th, 4:15 PM" the machine droned. Edd listened and was surprised to hear his girlfriend's voice on the recording.
"Hey Double D, it's Kayliegh, um… could you call me back when you get home, it's important, bye."
"What could Kayliegh possibly want to talk about?" Edd wondered, "Oh well, she said it was important…"
The guitarist picked up his phone and dialed Kayliegh's number. It rang three times before she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi Kayliegh, it's me. I got your message, what did you want to talk about?" Edd asked.
He could hear her sighing over the phone.
"I…I think we should see other people…"
"What? Why?"
"I, I just think it would be best if we did. I mean… I'm going away for college in fall you've got your band… A long distance relationship would be too hard on us." She sounded as if she was crying…
"Yes… I see, you're right, that would be best…"
"Yeah, but we could still be friends…"
"Yeah…" Edd answered, tears seeping from his eyes.
"You'll be fine, I know you will…."
Double D sighed and continued to listen.
"So, I guess this is goodbye…" she said.
"Yeah…"
"Bye Double D…"
"Bye…"
The dial tone echoed in Edd's ears as he hung up. He went to the kitchen to get a soda to cheer himself up. He opened the refrigerator and began to reach for a Mountain Dew, when he saw the three cans of Hieneken that he didn't drink in his independence rave from the night before.
The can of beer seemed to beckon to him: "C'mon Double D, just one drink, you want to forget about what just happened don't you?"
"Y-yes…" Edd replied, reaching for the beer.
He popped it open, and began to drink…
That's it, drink and forget… the voice said.
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A/N: In case you're wondering, I don't have anything against Double D. It was just easiest to write angst with him. Oh yeah, and to my knowledge, there is no "5-Hole Tavern" in Toronto, just to clear that up. So, read and review while I work on the next chapter.
