Disclaimer – I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy. I'm sure that comes as a terrible shock.
Rated K for... well... nothing. Not even any slash.
This was supposed to be a drabble, but it's too long – it's not really a fic, either, though, because it's too short. Go figure. ('lol')
Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.
Aging Gracelessly
by Ghost Helwig
Eddy will never grow up.
He'll age, but he won't grow. That scares Double D sometimes – he's already grown, he feels, and Eddy never will. Does that mean their connection will eventually fade, with its base reduced to little more than nothing?
But aging, he's finding, is subjective.
Because Eddy is sitting on the couch actually reading the book Double D had loaned him (a thin book on money-making schemes some well-meaning but still utterly thoughtless relative had given him for his birthday long ago; he suspects, but can't quite believe, said relative was his mother), and though it isn't a very adult book it is still a book. He is reading.
And Double D is bored.
He hits Eddy directly in the face with a pillow (for someone who, for lack of a better term, truly sucks in gym class, his aim with a pillow is almost legendary)-
And suddenly, he is no longer bored.
Nor is he concerned with Eddy-who-won't-age, or the Double D he thinks he is, who already has. Because sometimes, he and Eddy are the same age.
And sometimes, even when they're not, that's okay, too.
