Kevin watched as the nerdy boy made his way to the car, taking a seat on the left side behind his father. The family wasted no time in backing out if the driveway and heading towards the end of the cul-de-sac. That car never came back. No moving trucks, no human life, nothing came back to the house on the other side of the street. Kevin was confused on why the family would up and leave without so much as a goodbye.
He remembered that same year when school started back up, everyone was excited to finally be a freshman, he would check the hallways for any sign on that black sock headed nerd, but never saw him, not once. Kevin tried asking Eddy, but he would always say the same thing: "Why do you care?!" Not long after Eddy started showing less and less and when he did he was always in some sort of drug induced stupor. Ed only shouted about how Double D being taken by aliens to a far off place where they did experiments on him. Then Nathan showed up sophomore year and after a while things got progressively better.
That was four years ago. Now they were all seniors. Except for Johnny, Sarah, and Jimmy, who'd obviously grown apart in their two years of high school. Johnny had managed to find a more discreet way to carry plank around, Sarah joined the cheerleading team with Nazz, and Jimmy joined a group of other clubs.
Nazz, who'd filled out over the years, still hung out with them. Them being Rolf, Nat, and Kevin. While Kevin himself had grown taller and built up enough muscle mass to be captain of the football team. Rolf, also a part of the football team, had let his hair grow out and kept it in a messily made ponytail that stopped at his shoulders.
Kevin had spent his last week of summer break before senior year hanging out with Nat and Nazz by the pool, in the mall, or just at each other's places, but that's not why this week stuck in his mind. No, It was Friday evening at precisely 4:36, a black 2010 mazda rolled into the vacant driveway of the house across the street.
Kevin watched as a tall, lean figure climbed out of the car. Obviously too tall and muscular to be that boy he once knew in eighth grade, but the sight of the familiar sock hat made him freeze. Cyan eyes scanned the cul-de-sac then disappeared for a moment when the boy retrieved his bags from the back seat. Eddward Marion Vincent stood there for a few more seconds, unmoving.
He closed the car door, then made his way to the porch and set one bag down. He fished a key out of his back pocket, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. The last of him Kevin saw was a pale hand reaching out to grab the bag left on the porch before the door closed. The Double Dweeb he once knew was gone and the one that took his place was bigger and badder than the old Double D.