A/N: I planned this epilogue to be at the end of the fic, but my friend and fellow fanfic writer Neo H.B.B. Sam beat me to the punch and wrote it before I could. I kept his edition of it because frankly it's good and to be honest without H.B.B. Sam, I probably wouldn't be into writing fan-fiction as much as I am.

So here you go everyone, the end of this fan fiction. Thank you all for reading.

Epilogue by Neo H.B.B. Sam

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As Eddward ventured outside to get the mail for his aunt, he couldn't help but smell the cold, yet fresh Canadian breeze throughout the tallgrass of the wide open prairie surrounding his aunt and uncle's home. Back home in Peach Creek, Edd would have caught a whiff of the sea on a warm day as per usual at his old home over near the east coast of Georgia. Living in the prairies of Manitoba gave Edd a new familiar odor to awaken to in the morning now. That old scent of Peach Creek was starting to fade away from his memory, causing Edd to sigh in melancholy.

Continuing his strides towards the mailbox, Edd opened the lid as he took out the contents from within. Reviewing the mail, Edd found most of it to be primarily junk mail and bills, which was to be expected. What the boy didn't expect however was a letter handwritten personally to him, which Edd gazed at with wide eyes. He set the rest of the mail gently and firmly within the tallgrass so it wouldn't fly away in the frequent gusts that blew throughout the region. Now Edd carefully ripped open the envelope, lying down in the tallgrass so as the wind wouldn't cause the letter to flap in the breeze as much. With his feet cross legged, Edd gripped at the letter with great intensity as he began to read its contents.

"Double-D,

Don't ask how I found out about your new address, I'll just say it took a lot of time, connections and favors to get it. Look, I'm only going to tell you this once Sockhead, so you better pay attention real good. You and Ed have been my best friends for over ten years man, that's a freaking decade or something. Shit, we've known each other ever since that fateful day me and Ed tried to scam ya, only for you to end up joining in on our shit for years. The fact you've been able to put up with all the crap I've done to ya makes you one hell of a guy man, I mean it. Seriously, I've always considered you and Ed to be the only two people I could ever really trust in this whole damn world. I know I come across as a self-centered piece of shit at heart, but I care about you and Ed more than I do myself, honest.

Then came that night you had to break into my house and try to suck me off. Yeah, I still cringe just thinking about that night, and I wish it never happened so things wouldn't have to be the way they are right now. Double-D, I don't care that you're gay, bisexual, pan or whatever kind of sexual preference you are unless it's like little kid loving or something disgusting like that. You've had my back when I didn't deserve any kindness, so who am I to turn my back on my best friend just because he likes guys now? I'm not the homophobe my old man is, and I'd think someone as smart as you can understand that.

Of course while I like ya as a friend, that's just that. I will never be attracted to you the same way you feel about me. Besides the fact I just don't roll the way you do, you're more of a brother to me than my real bro, so it'd be way to weird. That and it would be really shitty of both of us to leave Ed as the third wheel, and don't you deny that wouldn't happen if we went down that path for whatever reason. Double-D, I know it's gonna be weird now that I know you've wanted to be more than friends with me, and that's gonna take a long time to get over. Who knows, maybe one day we can look back and laugh, but I got a feeling that day ain't for a while at least.

Try not to feel bad Sockhead, okay? I'm sure there's someone out there for ya, just like how Ed found May Kanker, even if I can't help but cringe at that sometimes. I know that since there's more straight than gay guys out there you'll probably run into the issue of liking a guy in a way he can't like you back again. It'll suck while you're going to school yeah, but I bet once you graduate as valedictorian you'll easily find some great guy to love afterwards. Although I'd make sure I'd work on my game if I was you. Word of advice Sockhead: Just straight up tell a person your feelings about them instead of being a creep. You and Ed have always been social rejects with how awkward ya two can be sometimes. Hell I don't know if you guys would've survived Peach Creek without me trying to play things cool when you'd freak one of the kids out with your awkwardness. I know I wasn't any better a lot yeah, but out of all three of us Eds I was always the most socially aware, which in your book would translate into having the most "social intelligence" or something.

Anyway, I know we're probably not gonna see each other in person for years at least ever since our parents settled out of court. To be honest, I don't know if I'm ready to see ya face-to-face some days myself. I'll admit I can't help but think about you and the first thing coming to my mind is that you tried to give me a blowjob in my sleep. I feel bad for having that as my first thought just as much as you do, if not more since we've got plenty of good memories I'd rather have come to mind instead. My parents are trying to convince me to see a shrink to help deal with what you did, and as much as I despise therapists, a part of me agrees with my folks that it wouldn't be a bad idea. I just want to fucking forget that night ever happened.

I don't know what I feel some days, and even writing this letter I was filled with nothing but mixed emotions. This shit took me weeks to write up and send it to ya, not just because finding your new address was a pain in the ass, but because I didn't know if I had the strength to do so. I don't want to resent you of all people man, but it's not easy. Oh by the way, Ed says hi. Poor Lumpy, if May wasn't with him right now he'd be a complete wreck. He misses you so much, and seeing Ed depressed is like watching a dog lie down in sorrow because his owner ain't ever coming back home to see it. But don't worry about Ed, it'll take time but he'll adjust and move on, probably faster than me if you can believe that.

God, I feel like a chick being this fucking emotional writing this shit. Don't tell anyone or I'll fucking kill ya, but I cried writing this up. I can trust ya to keep that to yourself, just like how you know me and Ed won't ever spill the beans about what's under that hat of yours. But yeah, the amount of crap I feel inside me is complicated as fuck, and I don't have the huge as hell vocabulary as you do to describe it.

Don't write back for a year at least.

–Eddy"

At this point it became indistinguishable to tell which tear stains on the letter were from either Eddy or Edd. The boy wept, crying to the heavens to let it all out.