Two weeks. He'd been at Eddy's house for two weeks. He didn't leave, and Eddy didn't ask him to. Double D used every bit of energy he had just getting out of bed in the morning, and Eddy knew it. He knew his friend was suffering and he couldn't do a damn thing about it and so he in turn suffered.
People stopped by with food and condolences but Edd refused to see them. Everyone understood. For a while. But two weeks went by and Eddy started to get irritated. He knew his friend was mourning but he also knew that more than anything Edd was sulking. He was wallowing. In loss, in despair. He was wallowing in self pity. But still he left Edd to his own devices.
Edd was laying on Eddy's bed waiting for Terrence to leave so he could get some breakfast when he heard Eddy's voice drifting from the kitchen. He sounded angry and it bothered Edd. So he got up and walked towards the kitchen. It was the first time he'd been anywhere but the bathroom and Eddy's room in two weeks. As he got closer he could tell his friend was irritated.
"Look, Bro, you need to just stay out of it. The guy is hurting. So shut up and leave him alone." Eddy hissed.
"What, can't handle the truth?"
"What truth? I'm taking care of my best friend after he lost the person he loves."
"Nah, you're taking care of the guy who doesn't even know you exist. Hoping that if you put him back together he'll fall in love with you?" Terrence teased.
Edd cleared his throat. Eddy jumped slightly, and Terrence turned to smirk at him.
"Hey, Princess. Finally out of bed I see. Why don't you give my little brother a break and come spend some time in my bed?" Terrence winked at Edd and Eddy found himself resisting the urge to brain his brother with the skillet in his hand.
Edd looked at him with nothing but contempt. "I would rather set myself on fire."
Terrance's smirk didn't falter as he stared at Edd. After a tensely silent moment he left the kitchen. Eddy waited until he heard the front door close before he spoke.
"So, you're finally out of the room."
"How very observant of you, Eddy. Would you like a medal? How about a commendation?" Edd's voice was thick with annoyance as he took a seat at the table.
Eddy gritted his teeth. "You don't have to be rude. I'm trying really hard to help you out here."
"I don't recall asking for it." Edd said flatly.
Eddy flicked the spatula out of his hand and onto the stove, he turned the eye off and flung the skillet into the sink. "I know you're hurting but I'd really like my fucking friend back. I don't like this zombie douche version." His words were layered with pain and rage.
"Maybe I do." Edd said not meeting his friend's eyes.
Eddy shook his head. "Of course you do, because this version of you is so unlikable you'll never have to worry about falling for someone and getting hurt again. But news flash, Edd; people fall in love, they die, they hurt the people they care about, and they get hurt back. The world doesn't stop spinning for it though."
Edd pushed his chair away from the table, still not looking at Eddy. "I'm going home."
Eddy wanted to say something, anything, but all he could do was sigh and stare after his friend.
He hated seeing one of his oldest friends in such a dismal state. He hated that his friend was in so much pain and that he couldn't do anything to help. Not that Edd even seemed to want help in Eddy's mind. But wasn't that usually how it went? The ones who needed help the most were the ones to refuse it most adamantly.
Edd didn't bother packing his things. He knew that even though he was angry at Eddy he wasn't actually angry at Eddy and that he would come back after he had time to calm down. He walked down the street and found himself stopped in front of Kevin's house. There by the garage and covered with a tarp was what was left of Kevin's motorcycle. Part of him wanted to take a sledgehammer and crush every last piece of it. But he couldn't do it no matter how much he wanted to. Standing there, staring at the bike, he felt his mind going into two different directions.
One part of his mind raced through what had happened the day of the accident. But instead of seeing what he'd done that afternoon his mind followed Kevin out of the neighborhood. It was like watching a movie, he could see it all unfolding though he knew that he'd never get the details right in his imagination. That was all he had was his imagined scenarios of what could have happened to cause Kevin to wreck the bike.
The other part of his mind started trying to figure out what he would need to fix the bike, how much it would cost, and how much time it would take. He knew his calculations would be off because he didn't know everything needed to repair it, and some of the items he did know he wasn't sure how much they would cost. But he didn't matter.
As both trains of thought came to the end of their tracks he made up his mind. He was going to fix Kevin's motorcycle. He didn't care what Mr. Barr, Eddy, or anyone else had to say about it.
He walked quickly to Ed's house and let himself into the backyard. He quickly spotted the wheelbarrow he knew would be there and rolled it back over to Kevin's house. He started throwing loose pieces of metal into the wheelbarrow. He didn't bother taking inventory just yet, he needed to get everything to his own house first. There were a lot fewer loose pieces than he'd initially thought so he only had to take one trip with the wheelbarrow.
It was on his way back to get the body of the motorcycle that he felt it. He felt like someone was watching him, but when he looked around he didn't see anyone.
