I was sitting around trying to get over a stomach bug when inspiration hit me. It has been a while but Sarah is making a come back. I don't know how far this will develop so don't try to get your hopes up too high.

Don't own what I don't own.

Pumpkin.

Red-heads were the bane of his existence. The flame-headed harpies haunted his every waking moment. No matter where he went there was always one of those shrieking banshees suddenly ruining his schemes, his fun, and his life.

It was part of the reason his ideal girl had been Sara, with her product-heavy blonde hair and spray-tanned skin. She was both the hot teen in a magazine and the opposite of the naturally pale copper-heads. A cheerleader and a socialite, the blonde was admittedly far beyond his social standing. Eddy knew he would have to be crafty to deem himself worthy to the fashionista.

After consulting with his brainiac friend attending Yale, Edd, the college student constructed the largest scam he'd managed in a while with the biggest pay-off the boy could've hoped for: a rocket-powered elevator straight to the top of the social ladder and, with any luck, Sara's heart. It was a masterpiece, it should've been perfect.

He did everything right.

And then a red-headed harpie arrived on the scene and tore everything to shreds.

He put up with a hell of a lot of torment so you'd think he'd get a break from that karm-whatever Double D liked to talk about.

Pounding his fist on the wall he was slouched against, Eddy growled. All that effort had been wasted. The three years he'd spent meticulously observing, plotting, and acting were nothing more than a pathetic joke now. Sara would never speak to him again, unless of course she was going to drag him through more mud and dump an ocean's worth of salt on his wounds. Not that the college student even cared anymore, the bitch had shed her false skin in front of him that time and he liked her false skin. Eddy knew it was a facade the entire time and he liked her ability to constantly keep it up, but Sara dropped the ball. The blonde wasn't worth the trouble after all; that in itself was salt in his wounds enough.

Eddy was far from a saint so there were no moral objections in his mind when the idea first strayed into his thoughts. Revenge was always an option.

Sara was shallower than the money-grubbing maniac himself. He had learned at least that much during his failed scheme. Naturally the blonde didn't have any actual principles to stop her from changing her mind about the teen. All he had to do was make everyone else change their mind first and the cheerleader would follow like the little sheep she was.

It was surprising simple. All he had to do was become better than Sara- the best, Eddy had to become the best. Like a slimy weasel, the real life barbie would try to wiggle her way back into his good graces and there, at the moment when the most people are watching, that was when the new social king would tear down that pathetic bitch and make her regret the time she'd made him waste on her. Sara would regret everything.

The man smirked, his eyes flashing dangerously. Peach Creek Community College was going to be turned on it's head.

Sarah sighed as her older brother waltzed in through the front door. He was still living at home in spite of being a professional wrestler while somehow managing to also have a part-time job with some comic company. Ed had plenty of cash and even more reason to move out, why he bothered to stick around was a mystery to her.

"Hello baby sister!" His cheerful voice rang loud in the room. The red-head simply scoffed at the grown man. "It is good to see you too."

The tall and muscular athlete blundered his way to a chair in the living room. His happy chuckles could be heard under his breath as he got cozy in a posh lavender chair.

"Just so you know, Eddy is coming over later for… um… what was it?"

Sarah couldn't breathe. It was only yesterday everything went down. A knock on the door made her jump and accidentally lodged her heart in her throat.

"Sarah!" The feminine voice from the other side of the door relaxed the girl, her larynx letting her heart drop back into place. Ed, on the other hand, had tensed up with a frightened look on his face. His teeth dug into battle-worn lip as his eyes darted from left to right. How could the teen not answer the door with such a high potential for brotherly torment.

He had darted from the chair to some dark corner in the basement well before she was halfway to the door. There were visible sweat stains left on the chair he'd been sitting in. Disgusting.

Opening the door revealed a young woman with thin golden blonde hair pulled into an intricate bun with a colorful and large flower woven into her hair. Her clothes were cute, seeming to favor polkadotted patterns, and if one looked close enough they'd realize they were home-sewn. The girl radiated a homely, vaguely hipster aura that made it easy to be around her. She smiled wide, revealing her two slightly larger front teeth.

"May!" Sarah sang happily; she was glad to see her older friend. "Come in, please." The sweet blonde followed her into the living room. May's eyes landed on the noticeably wet, sweat stained chair Ed had been in only moments before. Her eyes lingered on the dark spots. So many emotions swirled in her signature Kanker brown orbs. Aside from freckles, brown eyes were the only feature all three sisters had in common.

"Heard me coming, huh?" She asked, looking away as she took a seat in another chair.

"You need to get over that buffoon," the teen spat nonchalantly, "I mean, you deserve so much better than… him."

May simply smiled, pain was evident in her eyes. "What can you do?" she shrugged light-heartedly, "First love is tough to shake."

The red-head scoffed, "Mine was on the Yale-bound sockhead and I got over that pretty easy." May laughed.

"No," the gentle shake of the blonde's head was the only thing that kept Sarah from knocking her friend's lights out, "that was your first crush. First love is a whole other matter." The teenager rolled her eyes.

"Oh, well if that is the case then I can say for certain that I haven't had a first love yet." Her voice came out surprisingly bitter. The young woman just laughed some more.

"Dont even try, Sarah. We both know you've not only had your first love but you're still in the thick of it." May was walking the line between life and death.

"I hate it."