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Kevin and Edd left shortly after the chip incident. Kevin became irate the second after the incident occurred; and he kept bothering Double D until Edd finally gave in. "Let's get out of here," he kept whispering. "You're spending way too much time with Eddy."

Yeah, Kevin was jealous of Eddy. Eddy, out of all people. He has sunk to an all time low.

The two left Eddy's house and were heading to Double D's house.

"So we're going to your house ri-"

"What has gotten into you?" Double D interrupted. "Pardon my interruption."

Excuse me?

"What do you mean?" They rounded the corner into Double D's driveway.

"I mean," Double D inserted the key into his lock. "That you have been acting rather peculiar lately. I haven't thought much of it, but you are acting especially…odd today. Are you feeling alright?"

"I…y-yeah…? What do you mean, lately?"

Double D paused, mulling over his thoughts as he opened the door and let Kevin in. "Well…I notice that whenever we are, ah, shall I say, 'hanging out', you are rather…ah…" He pursed his lips. "How do I phrase this…you are quite…sentinel." They both took their shoes off and set them by the door.

"Meaning?"

"…protective." Double D shut the door and locked it behind him. "Whenever I converse with someone other than you, you exude…a sense of jealousy. It bothered you today when I was talking with Cheyenne and I could sense hostility when I was tutoring Eddy."

Shit, he's on to me. "Yeah, so? I just… I don't know, you're my friend. I gotta look out for you." He tried to charm Double D with a brilliant smile, but Double D was not fooled.

"Yes but, friends…well, friends…don't…act that way, Kevin. There seems to be…something more to your behavior. Friends aren't extremely jealous of other friends..."

"Eddy is."

"Eddy hates you. He has met Cheyenne and thought she was lovely. He's also met my Astronomy Club friends and he doesn't care that I have other friends. You, on the other hand… well… Are you feeling alright, Kevin?"

Okay, shit. Double D was smart, and he knew more than he let on. He thought that he was hiding his feelings pretty well, but apparently not. He couldn't see a way out of this—Double D was suspecting something. The only way to get out of this was to tell Double D the truth; I get jealous that other people spend more time with you. I want you to be my boyfriend, you dork. I fucking love you.

Kevin took a deep breath. He was going to take a risk, he knew—and he knew that after this moment, there was no going back. He could either lose a friend, no doubt due to awkwardness on both their parts; or he could gain a boyfriend—the only cute, dorky, adorable, geeky, amazing boyfriend he could ever want.

"I…wanna go out."

Double D blinked. "Oh, well…yes, we can step outside for a spell, I'm sure some fresh air will be an extremely helpful aid to your peculiar mental condition—"

"No, you nerd." Kevin snapped. He sighed. "Sorry. This is hard for me." He took another deep breath. "I want…to go…on a date with you, okay? You know what a date is, right?" He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his ginger hair. "I like you. That's why I've been so jealous all the time, alright? That's why I got so pissed off at Eddy today." He put his hat back on. "So like…will you go out with me, or something?" Please say yes. He felt so exposed, but he knew he couldn't have avoided the subject any longer, as Double D was catching on.

Double D started to blush. "I….I, well… I'm flattered… I can't deny that I've noticed you in something other than a…friendly light, as well." He giggled. "I would love to…ah, 'go out' with you."

"Sweet. I'll pick you up at 8.30 tonight."

"T-tonight? Are you sure? This all seems…rather sudden." It was currently 6.30 p.m.

Kevin chuckled. "Dude, I've waited for like, six months for this chance. I'm pretty eager. Is that alright? We can do it another day if you wanna."

"Oh, no…no I…I'll admit that I have been…rather eager as well." He looked away as a blush started to form on his cheeks. Double D was smart, and witty, and sarcastic, and plenty sassy—but whenever it came to matters of the heart, he became flustered easily. I guess when the only romantic interactions you have had were with the Kanker sisters, you would be wary of love, too.

"We'll just continue where we left off from today. I'll pick you up at-"

"Absolutely not. I will pick you up. I can barely stand to ride on your motorcycle during the day; much less at night. Remember my conditions for riding on your motorcycle?"

Double D would only ride on Kevin's motorcycle if; 1. It was during daylight hours, 2. If the roads were not heavily trafficked, and 3. There were no freeways involved. Absolutely no freeways.

"We will take my Toyota. But if you will excuse me, I must be getting ready. Be ready in one hour." Double D ushered Kevin out the door. "See you in a bit!" The door slammed behind him

Wait, did that just happen? And did he just move up their date one hour?

Kevin jogged to his house (he did not fucking skip, at all) and unlocked the door. Once inside, he shut the door and leaned against the frame.

Okay, I've got a date with Double D. A date. A Double D-ate? Heh heh. No, that's stupid. Stop with your lame puns, this is serious.

He jogged to his room. What do I even wear? He decided on something nice, but casual. He took out a new button-up Hollister shirt his mom got him and some faded blue jeans. I hope I don't look like a damn son of a shepard in this or anything.

Do I put gel in my hair? Hat or no hat? So many options…why was this so hard? Okay, Okay, calm down. Green plaid shirt, jeans, a little gel, and my cool hat. Choice.

He got ready pretty early, so he turned on his Xbox and started to play Call of Duty.

30 minutes later, he turned off the game and stood up. He decided to wait downstairs for Double D. He went downstairs and sat on the couch.

Five minutes later, he heard the doorbell ring. He jumped up from the couch and answered the door. "Hey! You ready?"

Double D smiled. "I'm here, aren't I?" Sassmaster. The two headed out the door and into the driveway.

"Yeah, I guess you are." Kevin opened the passenger door to Double D's car—it was a nice car, last year's model; his parents bought it for him. His parents were quite rich, but they never moved out of the suburbs and they spent even less time with their only son.

Once inside the vehicle, Double D started the car. "Where are we going, might I ask?"

"You're the one picking me up with the sweet ride. You gotta pick." Kevin replied with a smirk.

"But if I recall correctly, you were the one who asked me out. So you shall be choosing where we are going tonight." Double D countered.

"Oh, let's just get coffee or something. There's a coffee shop down by the candy store. And don't even say nothin, because they serve tea too, so you don't have to get any coffee."

"Fair enough. I'm looking forward to this, ah, date."

"Same here." Kevin smiled. "Hey, where's the tunes?"

"The radio distracts the driver, Kevin. But as I am confident in my driving abilities, I will allow you to choose the station we listen to." He's so full of himself sometimes, it's cute.

He chose a Top 40 station and smiled when one his favorite songs was already playing. "Oh, choice, this is my jam." He smiled and started rapping along to the song.

"Competition, why yes I would love some-How the fuck they get mad cuz they run done. Mad cuz I'm getting money in abundance; Man I can't even count all of these hundreds-"

He could be himself completely around Double D, and that's one of the reasons he loved the dork. His football teammates would probably give him shit for rapping along to Nicki Minaj (but she was a bad bitch, so whatever), but Double D, on the other hand, didn't care. Sure, he would comment on the "alarming vulgarity" of the songs or the "highly repetitive beat", but he didn't judge you for liking something. He didn't judge people on the music they liked, the movies they were into, or the clothes they wore; he just let people be themselves.

"I hope you're not considering a rap career in the long run, Kevin, as your ability leaves something to be desired."

"Haha, shut up, man. You know I'm the best rapper you know."

"Personally? Then yes, you are the best rapper I know, sadly." He started to giggle. "I don't know how you can stand this pop drivel, but to each his own, I guess." Kevin recalled the moment he happened upon in the shoe store, and he thought now was the perfect time to use it to his advantage.

"You know…" Kevin drawled, turning down the radio. "You seemed to like pop music an awful lot at your work when you were singing along to No Doubt." He smirked. He's got the upper hand now.

Double D started to blush. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about. I was certainly not singing along to anything; and if I was, well, that is simply because they play the same songs so often that it is a natural human response." He cleared his throat. "A-and besides," he added, "Gwen Stefani is a highly talented singer, and if anything, her music is more alternative than pop. But it hardly matters either way. And furthermore, sneaking up on me is rather rude, Kevin. I'm surprised at you."

"You're so cute when you're flustered like that."

"K-Kevin! Please refrain from making…sultry comments at me while I am behind the wheel."

"Can't do that bro, I've waited too long to tell you that you're cute."

They pulled up to the coffee shop minutes later. Kevin was glad the car ride wasn't awkward at all, as he feared. The couple entered the stop and looked up at the menu.

"You better not order some fancy complicated stuff this time, Double Dork. I think they put my picture up at that McDonald's." He put his arm around Edd's shoulders and held him close.

Double D rolled his eyes and blushed at the contact. "Well, if they make a decent cup of tea, then it won't be necessary to order fancy complicated stuff."

The line was rather short, and they were called up to the counter in a few seconds.

"Hi! What can I get you?" The cashier looked nice and friendly this time.

"Hey, uhhh…I'll have…get me a…" Why was ordering off a menu the most stressful thing ever? "You can go first, Double D."

"That's quite gracious, Kevin. Thank you." Edd smiled. "Ah, pardon me, but can I please have a green tea lemonade? Unsweetened, please."

"Sure thing! Can I get your name, please?"

Double D thought for a second, probably trying to think of which name to give her. "Double D is fine, thank you."

"And for you, sir? Have you decided yet?"

"Uh, a Caramel Macchiato, hot." Another thing the football guys would rip him a new one for. What a girly drink, ugh. So good though. "My name's Kevin,"he told her, before she asked.

"Thank you! That'll be $8.58." Kevin slipped the girl a $10 and she gave him is change. "Okay, coming right up!"

"Kevin," Double D scolded. "You don't have to pay for me. I am perfectly capable of paying for my coffee myself, thank you."

"Don't sweat it, babe. I want to." Double D blushed at the nickname.

"Let's just find seats, shall we?"

Hope that was okay tho? I hope this chapter was believable and fluffy and all you guys hoped for. I made this chapter 2000 words so I hope I made up for the last chapter :) I do my chapters in rotations btw, so the next chapter I will write will be for my crossover fic. The next chapter for this story should be out around next week! Please review! x