Thank you so much for all your positive reviews!
cjoycoolio: haha thanks! yeah I love writing Kevin's inner thoughts!
yess91: hahaha yess i loved that part too lmao. I can't really remember my plans for the previous story, I think it had something to do with like, Eddy was the one who took pictures of Kevin and Double D and he showed the rest of the kids...? or something? either that or he was going to blackmail them? i don't really know haha it was like 6 years ago ;-;
guest: thank you! i love writing for kevin so that's why i decided to write in his POV :)
follow those owls: omg yeah like, the reason i got back into this ship was tumblr! like i've always liked it but i've been more into hetalia (usuk represent) and stuff but tumblr rekindled the kevedd fire inside of me hahhaha. AND YES like mcdonald's (and all the customers around you) get REALLY PISSED when you want unsalted fries ahaha and I could picture DD being really uptight about his food and not caring what other people think haha. thank you!
pockyrage: thank you! i keep getting like super concerned with my writing especially since it's so different from most of the fics? cuz like i see most fics not starting off as friendship and I',m like, am i doing this right? ahh but i am glad you like it!
abbyzelda: haha thanks! yeah i want it to get fluffy but its hard to balance friendship and romance? like what's over the line? but it will get fluffy soon i promise!
portia: awesome! i looove this ship
asaunaa: RIGHT? ugh they are so cute
yayanime94: i know right like ugh i love snarky DD! a lot of people write him as like a woobie uke baby but i am like noooo he is a sarcastic little twat ahaha
mothbones: ugh i'm so happy you said that! like as i said above i get kinda nervous about my writing and my story because it's not really...the same? as a lot of fics? and i just get concerned that it's not written well or in character ahahah but thank you!
guardianstwerkteam: omg thank you! i really like to think i improved since grade 7 (seeing as how i'm in college ahahaha) but thank you! and OMG YES! i looove making people laugh haha and i'm glad you laughed!
Without further ado, I present to you, chapter three!
Even though Kevin loved the movie he chose to watch, he could barely wait to get back to the shoe store to spend time with Double D. The movie couldn't end fast enough, and once the final scene played (he didn't even stay past the credits this time), he bolted out of the theater and ran to the shoe store. Okay, speed walked – he wasn't that eager. Was he?
Once he was inside (and politely talked to the greeter, sure he'd make Double D proud of his manners), he looked in-between the aisles until he found Edd. Kevin spotted him restocking a bunch of baby shoes. He quietly approached him when he heard a soft noise coming from Double D…
"But you can see it in my eyes, you can read it on my lips, I'm trying to get a hold on this…"
Double D was singing along to the music in the store! He was singing along. Singing along to a pop song. Double D was singing and he was singing well and he was so cute, he probably didn't even realize he was singing, 'fucking cutie tho…'
Kevin decided that he wasn't going to embarrass Double D (yet—he'd save it for later) and ducked behind the aisle. He took a deep breath, walked down the aisle, and loudly announced his presence.
"Hey Double D?" Edd's head shot up and his face broke out into a smile.
"Greetings, Kevin! Is it 4.30 already?"
Kevin checked his phone "Uhh…it's 4.25. Close enough?" he shrugged.
The look on Double D's face was of complete shock. "Why Kevin, I'm appalled. I still have five minutes left before my shift is over. Why don't you start looking in the athletic department and I will join you in approximately five minutes?" Kevin shrugged and headed to the athletic shoes. 'He's so…good. Like a goody-two-shoes. Hehehehe. Goody two shoes. Cuz we're looking for shoes.'
Minutes later, some chick came up to Double D and tapped him on the shoulder. They began talking (instantly making Kevin a bit jealous), and Double D nodded, walked up to the front desk and started to use the register. Once he was done with the computer, he went to the back room to gather his things. He emerged from the stockroom two minutes later without his striped polo; instead, he had on a white T-shirt and a red flannel. He kept on his black jeans. "Much better" he muttered as he walked over to Kevin. "Now, shall we commence our shopping escapade?" Double D went right back into 'helpful associate' mode as he tried to help Kevin chose some shoes.
"Hm…" Double D thought as he looked around the aisle. "You want plenty of support, but something that is easy to run in... what, ah, pardon me, but…what is your shoe size?" He started to faintly blush, starting from his cheeks until it reached the tips of his ears. 'Why is he getting embarrassed about asking my shoe siiiii—oh. Oh. Hehehehe."
"Eleven and a half." Kevin gave the biggest shit-eating grin known to man, "Yeah, like, I have pretty big feet. You know what they say about dudes with big feet, right?"
"I—ah, well, um, I…" Double D's blush deepened. "Well I can't say that I haven't—"
"I got big socks!" Kevin chuckled. "You're so easy to embarrass. Calm down, princess."
"Aha. Aha. You…you sly dog, you." Double D retorted weakly. "Well, let's get back to business, shall we?" He bent down to find a pair of shoes in Kevin's size, giving Kevin a lovely view in the meantime.
'Oh, nice." He thought, until… "Oh shit." He started to panic. "Oh shit oh shit not here not now fuck fuck fuck, think of someone gross, uh, May Kanker? Eddy? Rolf's nana? Rolf's nana Rolf's nana Rolf's nana- okay it's gone. Fucking Double D and his ass…fucking Double D in his ass. Hehehehehe." He had half a mind to scold Double D about his position - "Can you not leave your ass in the air? Kay thanks." He snapped back to reality when three shoe boxes were thrust into his arms.
"Try these on, and tell me if they're adequate. Don't forget to walk around in them before you make a final decision, and please remember to put on a fresh pair of nylons between every new pair. I'll be back to check on you in a moment."
"In a moment? Where are you going?" His question seemed to shock Double D, but as he shook his head he seemed to be having a reality check of his own. Edd started to blush, again.
"A-ah, my apologies, Kevin! Ah, you see, I seemed to have been trapped in 'work mode' for a moment, but I am fine now. Sometimes it's hard to transition over to 'customer mode'! Oh, how dreadfully embarrassing…" Double D seemed incredibly embarrassed. It was cute. 'Cute like he always is.'
"Don't sweat it. I'll try these on."
Three pairs of shoes later (along with three pairs of nylons later, much to the annoyance of Kevin – "I'm wearing socks, bro! I don't have a disease!" "I do not care! It's common decency and basic sanitation. Furthermore, it's company policy and I'm quite sure it is the law! I will not stand here quietly while you have such a disregard for rules."), Kevin decided on pair numero dos.
"Are you sure, now? Once they are worn outside of the store they are no longer returnable." This is the third time Double D asked him, and he was getting annoyed. Yes, you nerd, these are the shoes I want.
"Yes, I'm sure." He was getting annoyed and he was getting hungry. He didn't eat any popcorn or snacks at the movie. He wanted dessert, and he wanted it now. He wanted to get this stupid errand done so he could spend time with one of his best friends.
"Wonderful!" Double D's face started to glow with happiness. "Did I provide you with excellent service today?"
'I could think of a few more ways you could excellently serve me but'—"For the shoes? Yeah you did pretty great, thanks."
"Thank you. I pride myself on being the best employee I can be." Double D took the rejected shoes and bent down to put them back where they came from. 'Fuck, not again'
The same chick that approached Double D to let him know his shift was over was the same chick that was going to check them out. Double D told Kevin to excuse himself and to wait by the registers as he walked over to the girl. They talked and laughed for about a minute (about things completely unrelated to the store and its operations, Kevin noticed). Double D finally managed to ask the girl for "assistance in providing an efficient checkout", and the two walked back to the cash registers.
This girl was dressed differently than Double D was—instead of a striped polo, she wore a solid red polo.
"Are these shoes for you, Double D? They don't really suit you."
Woah woah woah. Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah. Woah. Who the fuck does this chick think she is, calling Double D….Double D?
The two exchanged laughter and Edd explained who the shoes were for. "Negative, Cheyenne. These are for my good friend, Kevin. I believe I have mentioned him to you before?" The two exchanged more giggles. Okay, Double D giggling wasn't as cute with someone else in the picture. "Kevin, this is Cheyenne. I work with her."
Wait, Double D's talked about me?
Cheyenne gave a wave and Kevin a half-hearted "sup?". Kevin wasn't too keen on meeting this chick who was taking so much of Double D's time.
The two continued to talk for a while (it seemed like a while to Kevin in reality, it was only about three minutes.) until Kevin tapped Edd on the shoulder and whispered "I'm hungry." Double D nodded and continued talking. Although, now he was getting curious.
"So, like…what has Double D said about me?"
Cheyenne giggled and Double D paled. "Um, ah, well—not, not much?"
"He's told me about your driving. He doesn't really like to ride on your motorcycle because he thinks you get road rage." Kevin had a feeling Cheyenne wasn't telling him everything Double D's told her, but he decided to let it go for now. He could hear Double D's sigh of relief beside him.
"Oh, I get road rage?" He turned to Double D and gave a wicked grin, then turned back to the girl behind the counter. "You should drive with Double D. Dude gets crazy as balls when people cut him off or don't use their turn signals."
"Does he now? You should watch him with customers—he gets mad steamed when people try to rip him off or when they don't use those stupid sock things!"
"Alright! Alright, that is enough. I believe Kevin was getting famished, and we have overstayed our welcome. I see you have other customers to tend to, so we will be taking our leave. Good day!" Double D grabbed the bag and pulled Kevin out of the store.
"Where does she get off calling you Double D, though? Is there another Ed working there?" Kevin wondered while walking down the mall. She was cooler than he originally thought, but something about her bugged him.
"She's my friend, and I told her that my friends called me Double D."
"Who does she think she is, anyway?"
"I believe she thinks she's my supervisor, Kevin."
Kevin rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, dork. She was crushin' on you,"
"Kevin, as I stated before, she is my supervisor. Employee and Supervisor relations are strictly prohibited. Why, we can't even see each other outside of a work-related setting." Double D crossed his arms. "Besides, I highly doubt that anyone harbors any romantic feelings towards me. Besides Marie Kanker, of course."
If only you knew. He had known that both Nazz and Sarah had a crush on him at one point; maybe they still did. But all Kevin knew was that he was crushin' on the little dork harder than a play-dough sculpture after sitting in the sun for two weeks.
Kevin took a deep breath. "Okay, like, for real though, I…..know someone who has a major crush on you. No lie."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me. And before you ask who…I can't tell you. Because…they swore me to secrecy."
Double D rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Kevin, but excuse me if I believe you are simply humoring me to lift my spirits." Double D scoffed. "It is quite alright. No need to patronize me."
"No, I said no lie. And I said for real. I ain't lying, dude. I know people. I'll give you a hint." Kevin racked his brain for a hint that's kind of obvious, but not too obvious. "Uhhh….hmm…oh, you know this person."
"Well I would certainly hope so."
"Do you want the hint or not, sassypants?" Double D scoffed and nodded. "Fine. What's the hint?"
"You know this person…quite well. You grew up with them."
Double D's face scrunched up in concentration. It looked like he was going through a list of names, when his face lit up in a flicker of hope. Kevin's heart did a belly flop (heart flop?) – did he realize it was me? Was I too obvious?
Double D's hopeful face died down, in sudden realization. "You're talking about Sarah, aren't you?" Kevin didn't know if he was feeling disappointment or relief.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I didn't say anything." Kevin shrugged. "Maybe if you behave today, I'll give you another hint."
Double D blushed.
"Oh yeah, I didn't tell you, but we're getting fro-yo." Kevin shrugged. "I want some. You okay with that?"
"Fro-yo?" Double D forgot about the previous exchange when he heard Kevin's ridiculous name for the frozen dessert. "Tsk, Kevin…yes, I wouldn't mind partaking in some self-serve frozen yogurt. But will you please, for the love of everything that's good and holy, please, put something healthy in your otherwise-sugar coma-inducing dessert? How you manage to not collapse during football practice is unfathomable with your diet."
"You calling me fat?" Kevin deadpanned.
"W-what? No, no, certainly not! I was just simply commenting on the fact that-"
"Haha, chill. I know what you meant. I was just messin with you." He decided to take a risk by tossing his arm around Double D's shoulder. He felt Edd stiffen at the initial contact, but relaxed.
"Why you carrying a purse tho?"
Double D sighed at his grammar. "Why am I carrying a purse? Well as a matter of fact, it's not a purse. It's a tote, for your information. And I am carrying it because I need something to carry my work uniform. How else would I transport my clothes? Carry them by hand? And run the risk of stainage?"
"Okay, princess. But don't try to fool me, I know you love doing laundry."
They arrived at the frozen yogurt place a few seconds later. Kevin grabbed a cup and tossed it to Double D. Edd barley caught it, after flailing around to keep it off the ground. "Pick your poison," Kevin muttered.
Double D reached into his purse—tote—and took out some sanitation wipes. "Are you kidding me?" Kevin cried. "Here? Really?"
"Germs and bacteria stop for no man, Kevin. Not even frozen yogurt. Filthy, filthy, filthy," Double D muttered as he cleaned the self-serve handles. Kevin decided to have a little fun with his germaphobe crush.
As soon as Double D was finished cleaning the handle of the plain tart flavor, he threw the sanitation wipe away. Kevin waited until Double D was facing the handle, licked his hand, and rubbed it all over the same handle.
Double D's eyes widened, his face contorted into a mixture of disgust, shock, and horror as he tried to wrap his head around what Kevin just did. "You…you…y-you…Kevin that was disgusting! What on God's green Earth have you—that's filthy, you're filthy, I don't even want to know where your hand has been all day—"
Kevin laughed. "You'll be okay, dork. Just clean it again. You're just too fun to get riled up." Double D rolled his eyes and cleaned the handle again; this time, keeping both eyes on Kevin as he did so. Kevin looked over all the flavors before decding on chocolate and cake batter.
"Ugh," he heard Double D complain as he was getting his yogurt. "I don't know how you can tolerate cake batter out of all things."
"Because it's motherfucking delicious? I don't know how you can tolerate unsalted fries out of all things. What do you even get from that relationship?" Kevin went over to the topping station and scooped up some chocolate chips to put in his dessert. "Literally unsalted." Chocolate chips, gummy bears, chocolate sprinkles…and strawberries, just to shut Double Dork up. Top it all off with some caramel sauce and I'm good to go.
He looked over at Double D's concoction and noticed it was plain tart—as usual—loaded up with fruit and rainbow sprinkles. He topped it off with marshmallow and chocolate syrup.
"Not gonna lie, yours looks pretty good." Double D giggled. "Thanks, Kevin. Yours...well…" Double D made a face and opened his mouth to complain, but Kevin beat him to it.
"You can't say anything about it because I got strawberries in mine, so suck it."
Double D blushed at Kevin's vulgar language. "Can we just pay for our snack, please?"
Double D paid for their dessert despite Kevin's insistence. "You bought lunch, it's only fair that I buy us dessert." They sat down at the table and began to dig in.
"For real though, what's the story on that Cheyenne chick? Why are you such good friends with a supervisor?"
"This again, Kevin? Fine, if you must know…" Double D fidgeted. "We found out we were born in the same island. Then from there we found out more that we had in common, and we became friends. That's all there is to it."
"Oh, that's cool I guess." Feeling a little better since there was a reason they were a little chummy, Kevin asked, "You never really talk about Hawaii much or your life before Peach Creek. How come?"
"Truthfully, I don't remember much of it. I never really considered it to be my home." Double D's thoughts were interrupted by the ring of his cellular phone. "Oh, now who could that be?"
Sorry to leave you with…kind of a cliffhanger? Omg, I was just really tired of writing this chapter! Holy crap, it's soooo long!
As always, I really love reviews. It motivates me to get the next chapter out sooner!
Also, I wanna make it clear that I had no idea there was an "ice cream" scene in The Double-D Dare until I saw some fanart off it yesterday? I haven't read that fic since I think, chapter 6? So any similarities between that fic and this fic is purely coincidental! I'm sorry! ;_; I had this scene in my mind a few days ago but I really had no idea they went out for ice cream in that fic aahhh my apologies!