Two Weeks Before Prom, Tuesday

Edd lunges for his phone, assuming it was his parents calling him. He hesitates before answering, seeing a name he wasn't expecting.

"Hello, Nazz, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Hey, Double D. So… You're taking my man from me?"

Edd had never stumbled on his words more than he did in this moment. He even fumbled the phone at one point, not sure of what she meant or how much she knows. Then Edd heard a heavy sigh.

"I wanted Kevin to go with me to pick up my dress, and he said he couldn't because you were teaching him how to dance tonight."

"O-oh! Yes… right… that…"

Nazz laughed, "I'm not really mad at you. Yeah, I wanted him to come with, but I really do appreciate you helping him learn how not to step on feet and such."

"Certainly Nazz. Protecting phalanges during school formals is of utmost importance!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Edd peaked out the window before saying, "Speaking of which, he's here now, so I should-"

"Yeah, sure thing, D, and… Thanks again… this means a lot to me. And Kevin. He may not say it, but it does. I can tell."

"Oh, wow… C-certainly. See you tomorrow, Nazz," Edd said, as he opened the door. "Hello! Come on in!"

"That was Nazz?" Kevin said, quirking an eyebrow at Edd as he toed off his shoes.

"Yes, it was."

Kevin had a stern look on his face. "She wasn't trying to convince you to cancel the lesson on me, was she?"

"Oh, certainly not! She actually thanked me for doing this."

Kevin's face relaxed and he headed into the living room. "Good. She threatened to do that. I got a little worried she was serious about it when you said her name." Kevin then pushed the coffee table to the side, with a grunt. "I just don't see the point in going with her to get her dress. I know she's concerned with color coordination or whatever, but damn, it's not that serious."

Right. Color coordination. Matching colors. Nazz probably wants them to have the same color scheme. First the dance, and now this… This is certainly looking less and less like going as friends and more like going as a couple… I'm basically helping their date to be a success.

Edd sighed to himself as he helped move the rest of the furniture.

That evening they tried to work on basic waltz moves, some of which Kevin learned well, others, not so much. But in Kevin's defense, his dance moves were nowhere near as messy as Edd's emotions right now.