Disclaimer: I do not own the song Footloose, or Ed Edd n Eddy or it's characters.
Chapter 4,
Kevin parked outside his house and Edd got off the bike and unto his shakey feet. Edd has only felt that sort of rushed adrenaline when one of Eddy's scams failed horribly. Normally he dreaded this feeling, but right now he quiet enjoyed it. Kevin noticed that Edd was trembling a little when he took off his helmet. Though this trembling wasn't the usual 'scared out of his mind' trembling that Kevin was use to. No this was more of a 'I can't believe how much I enjoyed that' trembling that Kevin has never seen Edd do. Come to think of it, Kevin wasn't really sure how much Edd could actually enjoy in life. Edd restricted so much of himself, that letting loose can't be easy. And most of his social time is merely being bossed around by Eddy who is simply using him for personal gain. But after a brief moment, Kevin got a bit nervous at the nerd staring at the bike. He took a step closer and removed the helmet from Edd's head and they stared into each other's eyes. Edd blushed nervously at how he must have looked, and Kevin took a breath at the class president's shyness. Instinct wanted Kevin to laugh at him relentlessly, but he didn't. He put the spare helmet on the back of the bike and he picked up his stuff. Finally Kevin turned to Edd, who was surprised by this sympathetic act.
"Come on." Kevin said to the dork and he walked inside the house. Edd felt strange as he watched the jock enter his domain, then leaving the door open for him. For some reason, Edd's heart skipped a beat when Kevin removed the helmet from his face. This could be from the fact that he was only use to Kevin's cruelty, or it could have come from the fact that somewhere inside... Edd enjoyed it. That couldn't be true, could it? After everything that Kevin has done to him and his friends.
"Edd." Double D looked at the door and saw Kevin standing at the doorway.
"Come on." Kevin said with a gesture and Edd started walking towards the door. After all any feelings he may have for the brute would strictly be from the bike ride, and nothing more. Kevin's house was extremely cold, and Edd looked around
"I already hooked the camera up in the entertainment room. Uh, we probably have a long evening ahead of us, so maybe we could make up some snacks first." Kevin said and Edd nodded awkwardly.
"Alright, Kevin. What do you suggest?" Edd asked, not wanting to impose and Kevin paused.
"Uh, let's look around in the kitchen." He said and they walked to the room.
"Hey Kevin?" Edd asked and Kevin glanced at him.
"Yeah, Double-D?" Kevin asked and Edd rubbed the back of his necks
"This is kind of awkward, huh?" Edd asked and Kevin let out a breath.
"Yeees." Kevin groaned, and this actually made Edd chuckle.
"What do you normally do when you get home?" Edd said and Kevin thought about it.
"I guess I normally put on some music and hit the weights." Kevin said and Edd smiled.
"Then perhaps while we fix snacks we play some music to ease the tension." Edd suggested and Kevin smiled.
"Sure, you're the guest, do you have a preference?" Kevin asked and Edd glanced away.
"Mother is a big fan of 80's music, I suppose I am too." Edd said bashfully.
"Alright, choice. Alexa, play 80's music." Kevin said to the downstairs Alexa.
"Here's a station for 80's music. 'All 80's'." The electronic voice said, and at first Edd thought Alexa turned off, but then the music rose and he recognized it as 'Living on a prayer'.
"I actually like this song." Kevin said and Edd chuckled softly.
"You know, I know how to make my own tomato sauce. My friends and I create our own pizzas regularly." Edd said and Kevin smiled.
"That sounds good. Hey, you know there is this really choice cookie recipe my mom makes. It's super simple, and you don't have to bake them in the oven." Kevin suggested and Edd didn't point out his surprise.
"I have no objection to you making cookies Kevin. After all, this is your kitchen." Edd said and Kevin grabbed a book off the counter and flipped through it.
"Here they are, 'no-bake cookies'. Honestly these are probably the easiest thing to make in my mother's cookbook." Kevin said and as Edd grabbed the ingredients he needed he looked at Kevin.
"A personal cookbook, or is she writing a cookbook?" Edd asked and Kevin rolled his eyes.
"Personal cookbook, dork. Some of them are family recipes, some are recipes given to her, some of them are recipes she liked from different cookbooks she checked out from the library." Kevin commented and Edd put a pot on the burner and turned on the heat.
"Just making conversation Kevin." Edd said, not liking Kevin's tone of voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Kevin said and then he sighed.
"How are we going to get along. What on earth was Nazz thinking?" Kevin said, though mostly to himself.
"Kevin?" Edd asked concerned at the jock's sudden decline.
"Sorry." Kevin said and Edd smiled when the song changed. Edd swing his hips and Kevin eyed him suspiciously. But when the guitar started playing, and Edd made a lazy attempt at air guitar, Kevin seemed to understand that Edd was trying to get him to smile. Kevin joined in on the air guitar and soon the lyrics to the song started.
"I've been working so hard/ I'm punching my card/ eight hours for what?/ oh, tell me what I got." Kevin and Edd sang. And though they were having fun, Edd still worked on his sauce.
"I've got this feeling/ that times just holding me down." They sang, and Kevin quickly pulled everything he needed for the cookies out of the pantry and unto the island.
"I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town." They sang, and with both embraced in song, they held out their hands as the music grew, and their hands touched. They looked at each other then smiled as their fingers intertwined.
"Tonight I gotta cut loose." At the last word Edd and Kevin started kicking their feet, but only a little because of the available space.
"-footloose./ kick off your Sunday shoes/." Kevin pulled Edd to him and their free hands intertwined.
"Please, Louise pull me off a my knees." They danced together, moving their feet and just acting like a bunch of nerds, which as it turns out was fun for Kevin.
"Jack, get back c'mon because we crack." The two pulled away from each other for a moment so that they could snap along with this line, but then their hands met again.
"Lose-" Kevin pulled Edd to his right.
"Your blues," Edd pulled back.
"Everybody cut footloose." Kevin pulled Edd to his left. Edd pulled out once again as the instrumental part played, but Kevin pulled him back. Only this time, he manage to twist the dork so that Edd's back touched Kevin's chest and Edd's eyes looked at Kevin.
"And you're playing so cool/ obeying every rule/ I dig a way down in your heart/ you're burning, yearning for songs." Kevin sang this part alone, but he didn't mind because this part could be true for Edd.
"Somebody to tell you/ that life ain't passing you by." Kevin gave Edd a little squeeze and he pretended to point at the scenery and Edd giggled. Kevin spun Edd around to face him and they both swayed in time with the song.
"I'm trying to tell you. It will if you don't even try." Kevin took both of Edd's hands more gently then Edd thought Kevin was capable of.
"You can fly if you'd only cut loose." Edd joined back into the song and they danced together again.
"Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes/ oowhee, Marie/ shake it, shake it for me." They broke apart so that they could continue cooking their food, which both nearly forgot about.
"Whoa, Milo C'mon, c'mon let's go. Lose your blues/ everybody cut footloose." Kevin set a timer and pulled out a pan and covered it with wax paper while Edd pulled out some eggs so that they could make the dough.
"Cut footloose, cut footloose, cut footloose." Edd knew the measurements by heart, and was quickly able to complete their dough. He pulled out a baking sheet and sprinkled some flour inside.
"We got to turn me around." Edd floppe the dough on the sheet and started kneading it.
"And put your feet on the ground." Since Kevin was still waiting on his timer, he walked over and helped Edd with his kneading.
"Now take a hold of the phone... Whoa... I'm turning it loose! Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes/ please, Louise, pull me off of my knees." They spread the dough to the end of the baking sheet, so Edd decided to melt some butter for the top of it.
"Jack, get back/ c'mon before we crack/ lose your blues now everybody cut footloose." Edd melted the butter in the microwave and managed to find a pastry brush to spread to spread the butter on the dough.
"Loose, footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes/ please, Louise/ pull me off a my knees. Jack get back/ c'mon before we crack/ lose your blues." Edd grabbed an oven mitt and started to pour his sauce on the dough, while Kevin pulled a bag of mozzarella from the fridge.
"Everybody cut, everybody cut/ everybody cut, everybody cut/ everybody cut, everybody cut/ everybody, everybody cut, footloose!" Kevin poured probably too much cheese on the pizza, and then Edd carefully placed it in the pre-heated oven. The song ended, and the two teens panted slightly from their singing/dancing/cooking scene that somehow occurred. After a moment, because neither kept track of time. Kevin's alarm went off and Kevin walked over to his pan and turned off the heat and added the last few ingredients. Once blended, Kevin grabbed a spoon and the pan and walked over to his wax paper. He started forming the cookies and Edd noticed how calm Kevin was. Well, perhaps 'calm' is the wrong word, because he didn't looked relaxed. Doing this simple act, without any real thought or objection made Kevin appear to be focused and almost... worldly. In the sense of a professional cook making their best food, and knowing that it didn't matter if someone didn't like it. But Edd's thoughts turned away from Kevin's current appearance and towards their slight performance. He held Kevin's hands, and pressed against Kevin's body without a single thought of the germs that could be on him. And thinking about it now didn't fill his mind with dread, but almost made his heart grow. Though he knew it was illogical for such a thing to happen. Put the thing that really surprised Edd was how in sync they were with each other. Somehow they both knew how to dance with each other, and practically flawlessly too.
Kevin is a wonderful dancer.
Edd thought with a bashful grin.
And he does have a crisp clear voice. No wonder Nazz insisted that he should be the phantom. It was probably the only way she could get him to perform the part.
"You do know that Nazz was correct about you?" Edd said, standing across from Kevin and Kevin glanced up at him.
"What about?" Kevin simply asked and Edd smiled then looked down.
"You probably are the best male singer in our school." Edd said softly and Kevin put the last of the cookie mix on the paper and put the pot on the stove. Then he turned his attention to the shy one.
"I don't know, maybe she is right. But that doesn't make me feel better about playing the Phantom." Kevin said and Edd walked around, grabbed the pot Kevin had just put down, then put it in the sink and spray some water inside it.
"I'm sure that when we find out Christine, that will help you be at ease." Edd simply said and Kevin chuckled at Edd's behavior.
"I don't see how well that will work. We heard maybe fifteen different chicks wanting to be Christine, and none of them really stood out. Well, in a good way." Kevin said and Edd sighed as he started to clean the mess.
"I realize that, but there isn't much that we can do. After all we only have the people who audition for the role. It's not like we could interrogate every girl in school and force them to sing for us." Edd said and Kevin crossed his arms.
"Hey you're voice is still messed up from that spray, but when you sang with Jimmy you put all of the other girls to shame. How can any regular girl compete with that?" Kevin asked and Edd turned to him.
"I'm shocked, Kevin. You really thought that I sounded so good?" Edd asked and a red hue appeared on the jocks cheeks.
"Vocally I'd say that you're perfect for the role of Christine." Kevin admitted.