"Whoa! You never told me that Lucas was loaded!" Eddy exclaimed, giddily getting out of the van. "Check out the mermaid fountain!" Eddy pointed to the large fountain in the middle of the courtyard.
"This is all very lavish, Eddy." Edd agreed, "However, I doubt this Lucas fellow would want us gawking at all of his worldly possessions."
"Ah, who cares?" Eddy wrapped his arm around Edd's neck tightly, "this is living!"
Edd craned his neck towards the sound of the buzzer being pushed. Matthew pressed the buzzer again until someone answered. Edd could barely hear what was said from the speaker, but Matthew answered back, "It's me, Matthew McGee. I'm here to hang out with Lucas, so open the goddamn gate already!" Matthew then muttered to himself as the gate opened, "They must have some new fucktards working on staff now."
All three of them returned to the van and drove down the long driveway to the house. The landscaping of the house was something to be admired. The whole house could be featured in a magazine. Edd wondered what career path Matthew friend Lucas has taken to be able to afford such a luxurious place. Apparently he was not the only one who was curious.
"Hey, what scam did Lucas pull off to afford this place?" Eddy asked.
"None, Pipsqueak," Matthew replied, parking the van in front of Lucas house, "His dad's a CEO and his mom's a deceased heiress. Oh, and his new stepmom is a pregnant gold digger and a coke whore."
"Yes, well, I doubt Lucas' family affairs are any of our concern." Edd fidgeted at hearing the last part.
After all three of them got out of the van, Ed and Eddy followed Matthew to the west side of the house. The west side of the mansion looked like an expansion had been made to the house in recent years. As they walked, Eddy pointed towards a window to a room with an indoor pool and Jacuzzi. "Check it out! That is the biggest pool I've ever seen in my entire life! It even has a waterfall."
Once they reached the side door, Matthew just walked inside without knocking or ringing the doorbell. Eddy cocked an eyebrow and followed after his brother. Edd reluctantly followed after Eddy. Edd did not get a chance to appreciate the freshly polished marble flooring, the expensive paintings on the walls, or the opulent chandelier.
They were led up a stairway and into what appeared to be an entertainment room of some sort. The wallpaper used in the room was a vertical black and white stripe pattern and the room also had grey carpeting. On the walls hung several movie posters, including one from the movie `A Clockwork Orange.' The room contained two black leather couches, a glass coffee table, a pool table, a large silver stereo system, a miniature bar in the middle of the large room, and a white table with six matching chairs.
At the table sat two men, one was throwing darts at a dart board and the other was sticking a syringe into his stomach and injecting the clear liquid into his body. At first, Edd thought the man was shooting up an illegal drug of some kind until he saw the insulin bottle next to the man.
The man that injected himself with insulin was not what Edd expected a friend of Matthew's to look like. The man looked like a mild-mannered American ideal with perfectly trimmed nails and light brown hair. The man also wore clothing that probably cost as much as the repairs that Eddy had done to the van. Edd could not help but get the feeling that behind those model looks and expensive clothing lurked something that was extremely unsettling. He did hang out with Matthew after all.
The other man that was the opposite extreme of what Edd expected a friend of Matthew's to look like. The man would've been average looking if it was not for his eccentric style. The man had a silver nose ring and tattoos covering every inch of his arms. The man's hair was dyed a jet black color and was short and shaggy.
After the diabetic tossed the needle into the trash, he walked towards Matthew and patted him on the back, "long time no see, you fucker!"
Edd leaped back when the brown haired diabetic approached them. The man did not even bother to properly bandage himself or even untuck his shirt over his stomach. Blood trailed down from the man's stomach to the edge of the man's dark slacks. Edd felt extremely ill from the sight alone.
"Yeah, how the fuck did you did you get my number, Lucas?" Matthew asked.
"Dude, your folks haven't changed their number in years," Lucas replied, "I called the amusement park that you used to work at and they told me that you didn't work there anymore. I figured that you moved back in with your parents. Besides I have plenty of private detectives on call to find you if I needed to."
Edd looked to see Matthew's response to Lucas' creepy statement. The elder seemed unfazed by it. "That's disturbing." Edd spoke up.
Lucas looked from Matthew to Edd and Eddy. "Who are the kids? Your dates? I'll give you credit, they're at least older than that bitch you knocked up was several years ago. Right Seth?" Lucas addressed tattooed man. Edd knew that they must have been referring to Bonnie's mother.
"We might need to search the local playgrounds for Mattie's next date," Seth joked.
"I know, right?" Lucas snickered, hunching over when he receives a punch from Matthew in the same spot where he injected himself with insulin. "Son of a bitch!" He swore, clenching himself in the stomach.
"Oh dear!" Edd flinched at seeing Lucas getting hit.
"I'm not his date, you stupid assholes!" Eddy yelled as Seth was getting his piercing yanked on by Matthew, "I'm his brother! And this is my friend, Double D!" Eddy introduced Edd.
"Pipsqueak?" Lucas hastily and sloppily put on the gauze and surgical tape that was in his pockets. "I haven't seen you since you were-"He sticks his hand out and lowers it to where it was one or two feet off of the ground, indicating that he had not seen Eddy since Eddy was a toddler or a small child.
"Excuse me for asking this, but were you diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes mellitus or Type 2?" Edd asked Lucas.
"I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes." Lucas answered.
"Let go, you fucking dickhead!" Seth yelled. He sighs with relief once Matthew releases the grip he has on his nose. "Jesus Christ, learn to take a fucking joke once in a while. You almost yanked out my damn piercing."
Matthew just smirks and sits down at the table. Edd and Eddy also sit down. They might have also been guests at Lucas' home, but they were just outside observers to Matthew's, Lucas,' and Seth's guys night. They might as well been flies on the wall when the three men chatted. It was probably better that way since Lucas and Seth were friends of Matthews. From the conversation, Edd and Eddy were able to find out some things about Matthew's friends.
Seth, surprisingly, seemed like the most hardworking one of the trio and the most successful. He runs a tattoo parlor in Lemon Brook (much to Eddy's disgust) that he's owned and worked on tattoos at for three years. Seth also has a wife that he's been married to for a year and has a child on the way from his wife. The three also discussed Seth's recovery from his heroin addiction.
Lucas, on the other hand, is even more unmotivated than Matthew is. Lucas seems like an underachiever who just wants to get a trust fund every month and inherit his dad's fortune at the end. Despite his apparent lack of motivation, Lucas appeased his father by being the only one in the trio that goes to college as a business major, but still has not earned a degree yet due to poor grades. According to Seth and Matthew, Lucas was extremely good at promoting their scams back in the day, which made Edd wonder, why would Lucas perform scams with Seth and Matthew? He did not need the money.
"Umm, excuse me gentlemen," Edd spoke up, getting three men's attention, "how did you three meet?"
"We met when we were kidnapped by some sick old pedophile in a white van and were sodomized for days until we got a chance to run." Matthew answered with a smirk.
"You're full of it! Mom and Dad never told me about you getting kidnapped and molested by a pedophile," Eddy retorted.
"Mattie's just fucking with you," Seth chimed in, "Lucas and I met him when he scammed us out of our allowances. We have to have been seven or eight years old at the time. We did not become friends until the beginning of school months later due to our situation with the lunch ladies and the school."
"What situation was that?" Edd asked, genuinely curious.
"We were the only kids in the school who had to be on a specific diet. Lucas is a diabetic and could not have white bread or pasta, sugar, or anything with a lot of carbs. Matthew is lactose intolerant and would be puking for hours if he had anything with milk, cheese, or cream in it. As for me, I'm allergic to nuts. The lunch ladies did not give two shits about it and even got on to us when we tried to throw away or leave behind the foods that we would have a severe reaction to. The school didn't give a shit either. So when we discovered that we each had a problem with a specific food that the cafeteria served up every day, we exchanged food items. I know it does not sound like a badass story to you two kids, but that's what happened."
"I see," Edd didn't know what else to say about it. It was terrible to think about what Peach Creek schools were like when Matthew, Lucas, and Seth attended. It was several years before Edd had attended, so he wondered what event happened to make the school understand the needs of diabetic students and students with allergies. He let the three men continue to chat like school girls while he sat at the table with a bored expression on his face.
"Remember when you beat up that twerp Sasha babysit?" Seth smirked at Matthew, "I never thought that little faggot would stop crying."
"While you two faggots were pissing your pants over the thought of Sasha calling the cops," Matthew also smirked darkly, reaching over to grab a bottle of gin.
"Hey, we held Sasha down while you beat up on that toddler he watched. Besides, Sasha did call the cops, dumbass," Lucas reminded him, "Seth and I spent a night in juvie and you got put in there for two weeks."
"It was worth it though," Matthew bragged, taking a swig of gin after opening it, "Sasha knew then not to fuck with me."
"Well, three of your infamous thirteen dates in high school were guys," Seth responded, dully, "I doubt you really cared if the school or your parents knew about it, so why did we get revenge on Sasha?"
"It's just the principle of the matter. Sasha tried to ruin my reputation, so I got revenge. Simple as that," Matthew explained. "Though, I did have to give Sasha a second reminder."
"Do I even want to know what you did?" Seth pulled out a cigarette from his pants pocket.
"You're a big pussy, Seth, so I'll spare you the details," Matthew took the cigarette from Seth and put it to his own lips and lit it up with a lighter.
Eddy leaned against the chair, bored stiff. He turned to Edd and whispered, "Let's ditch these guys!"
Edd had enough of hearing about the horrible things that the trio did as youths. While Ed, Eddy, and he were no saints, themselves; they did not bully a small child to get back at someone. Edd nodded in agreement and walked out into the hallway without the three men noticing. Eddy came out 35 seconds later carrying a couple of bottles of alcohol. "Honestly, Eddy?"
"So what? Lucas is not going to miss a few bottles. Besides, he can afford a bunch of them!" Eddy argued. "Now let's try to find something more interesting to do."
"That's not all I'm worried about. If you keep consuming alcoholic beverages every day, you could become an alcoholic." Edd forewarned.
"Whatever," Eddy retorted, "I'm not going to turn into some fucking alcoholic! Now help me find a room that we both can hang out at without my brother and his two asshole friends."
After a while of opening random doors, they finally found one with a home theater inside. "I should have anticipated that Lucas' family would own a private theater room." Edd thought aloud.
Eddy rushed to the VCR player in the room that was connected to a projector. "Where the heck are the movies? All I see are videotapes of my brother's glory days. Really, it says so on the tape; `Seth's, Matt's and my glory days."
"Well, beggars can't be choosers, Eddy. Let's watch one of them." Edd suggested, taking a seat in one of the chairs in the room. "At least the seats are much more comfortable than the seats at the movie theater." Edd listened at Eddy pressed the button to play the movie. They were both about to get a look into Matthew's youth.