London… Paris… Amsterdam… it all seemed so far away for Ed. To think that there were other places than Peach Creek... to think there were other countries out there, with different cultures, different people and different customs... his head hurt by the thought of it. Double D had told him so much about those counties, and about countries even he didn't visit.
Ed wanted to travel, too. To see all those weird and funny places he heard about. To see the funny skirt-wearing men in Scotland, the huge bunnies in Australia and the weird giant heads on Easter-island. Compared to all those things, Ed's life seemed so... common...
To travel a bit more, Ed tried hard to become a trucker, or at least a delivery-guy... or at least a postman. To get closer to his dream, he got in school to learn more languages. Stuart was giving him some lessons in Spanish, and after a few weeks of studying, he finally learnt how to order a happy meal in Spanish.
As Ed laid there, in complete darkness, he heard a soft thud. It came from Edd's side of the room.
"Double-D?" he whispered.
"What?" a voice answered softly.
"Could you tell me about the world?"
Double-D sighed...
"Ed, I've already told you everything I know about all 129 countries. There is nothing more to tell..."
The dark shadow of the slim boy moved from the bed, through the room and towards the door.
"What are you gonna do?" Ed asked, the bright light on the hallway shone into his eyes, but still, he could see the figure standing in the door.
"Nothing, Ed. Just go to sleep, okay?"
Edd wanted to step outside, but once again, Ed asked him what he was going to do.
"Fumar." The black haired youngster replied, hoping his friend didn't knew that word, yet. But with no success.
"That's a bad thing." Ed said, stepping out of his bed and walking up to Edd.
Edd knew it would be useless to try and hold onto the little package of cigarettes. His friend had always been much bigger, and much stronger, than him. To avoid any struggling with the big guy, he dropped the package on the ground.
"Everyone dies one day." He told Ed, and walked out the room.
As Ed watched him, he could hear him whisper something.
"Caramba..."
Aiaiai!
Long time no writing! Sorry!
I'm trying to learn more Spanish at the moment...
Hasta la vista!!