Winged Cupid Painted Blind Chapter 23 – Is There No Respect of Place, Person, Nor Time in You?
A/N- The quote is "My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you make an ale-house of my lady's house, that you squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?" He is suggesting that they are acting like unmannered commoners instead of nobility and are breaking rules of social decorum. Warning: Remarks on someone's weight and homophobic comments.
In the words of the Mama's and the Papa's "Monday, Monday, can´t trust that day, Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way, Oh Monday, Monday, won´t go away, Monday, Monday, it´s here to stay." And our dear Eddward finds himself boarding the bus to head back to school to start another week's worth of learning. Statistically speaking Monday's have a higher rate of heart attacks than any other day of the week, due to the fact that most people are coming off their two day weekend and returning to their stress filled job or school.
Edd leaned his head against the window of the bus recalling the events of this past weekend, the road trip with Nat and Kevin to go see the movie, god did Kevin look sexy in his costume. The kiss in the bathroom stall and Marie finding out about them, a small twist of worry settled into his stomach as thoughts of her changing her mind crept into his head. How many of his classmates already knew about Kevin and his relationship, how many of them were waiting to taunt and beat him over the head for it. Fidgeting with his hands in his lap he stared out the window and watched the houses go by as he took a few deep breathes to abate his fears and calm his nerves. If it was true it was already too late, his course was set for the day and there was no turning back, he would just have to survive it and politely ask his parents to move him to another school when he got home that evening.
He tried keeping his thoughts on more pleasant memories of the weekend, falling asleep in Kevin's arms both in the car and on Nat's floor. A blush creeping across his cheeks as he recalled the next morning's activities with the red head, but it all felt so damn good, and not just because of the orgasm either. It was the way Kevin looked at him before during and after that felt good, those green eyes that looked into his, filled with nothing but love, and that love was meant for him and him alone. This banished all thought of Marie's possible betrayal from his mind and made his heart all light and happy, Kevin loved him and wanted to be with him, he wanted to hold him and kiss him, to suck and f….. Woo, hold it right there, he was still a virgin in that respect and the thought of Kevin taking that was both exciting and scary. Was it going to hurt, or would there be pleasure and a bond of love unimaginable awaiting him?
He swallowed down the ball of nerves that put a lump in his throat as he tried to figure this new thought out, all he had to go on was the stereotypes the kids in school threw around. There were no books in the library on the subject, he should know he looked. There was no one in his life that he could turn to freely and ask these questions, well maybe Nat but how do you broach that subject, "Hey Nat, have you ever taken it up the ass before?" He closes his eyes and sighs, he knew he wouldn't word it like that, but he was sure that anyway he tried to ask it, would come off sounding like that.
The bus pulls up in front of the school and opens its door to let the teenagers depart and the original thought reenters Edd's mind about the possibility of Marie's betrayal. He sits in his seat for a moment dreading leaving the bus, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, reading himself for whatever verbal onslaught awaited him. "Come on Sockhead, you're going to be late," Eddy calls out to him snapping him back into reality.
Edd grips the seat in front of him to help pull himself up and into the aisle, Big Ed looks over at his friend with a worried look, "You alright Double D?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"You've been awful quiet is all," Ed slowed his pace to allow Eddy to gain some distance from them. "I know you're worried about Marie talking," the look in his friend's eyes told him he hit the nail on the head. "Me and May talked to her yesterday just to make sure, and look she's cool, a little hurt but cool."
Edd was grateful for his friend and thus didn't correct his bad grammar, "One would have thought that she would have gotten the hint that I wasn't interested years ago."
They entered the lunch room and Edd felt like all eyes were on him, even though no one was looking in their direction. "Sometimes the truth has to be shoved in a person's face before they can accept the reality of their situation," Ed, always the source of surprising insight.
Coming to their usual table they find Marie, Kevin, Nat, May and Eddy already sitting there and quickly stopping their conversation as they came within earshot of the group. Edd put his book bag down on the bench so it was positioned between Kevin and himself then sits down, the jock quickly moved that bag to the floor under the table. Seeing Marie sitting with the group took a load off of Edd's shoulders, she smiled at him as he sat down but her eyes still said she needed time, smiling back at her he asks the group as a whole, "So what are you all talking about?"
Everyone paused for a moment as they all seemed to thinking of a response, "Oh just that Tommy and Myrtle are the talk of the school right now," Nat responds.
"Apparently they went to Nazz's party dressed as Snow White and Prince Charming," Kevin adds.
"And that Nazz was wearing the same costume as Myrtle," May continued.
"It seems that anyone with any sense thinks Myrtle pulled it off better though," Marie finished.
Eddy feeling left out and having his ear closer to the ground then most included, "But of course you know those same people are telling Nazz that she was prettier, then giving their real opinion behind her back."
"Aw the politics of popularity," Edd mused, how could you really tell who your true friends where and who was only there because of your status when you were popular, this thought made him feel a little sad for Nazz. He could also see more reasons why Kevin didn't care about his station in the school anymore, to many two faced people only telling you what you wanted to hear and not what you needed to hear.
The bell rings to tell the students that it was time for them to head to class and May leans over and whispers into Ed's ear, to which the boy's expression changed a few times. Standing he comes over and takes Edd's arm, "Hey Double D, can I borrow your Biology notes?"
Leading Edd away from the rest of the group at a quick pace, "Sure Ed, I would be happy to assist you."
The remaining five walked at a slower pace to allow some distance between them and the other two Ed's, they knew that Double D was aware of the get together this coming weekend for his birthday, but wanted to keep the details a secret. "Now that our boys distracted lets plot," Kevin spoke as they walked down the hall, turning his head toward Nat, "I don't like the idea of telling him that we both can't make it, seems kind of cruel."
"Well," Nat searched for the right words to say, "It's not like we are really ditching him, just gives it more of a surprise feel," he holds up both of his hands in a mock "Surprise" fashion, "You know 'hey we're really her' kind of thing."
"You can give him an excuse if you want, but I'm not going to make him feel bad all week thinking I'm not coming." Directing his attention back to the rest of the group Kevin asks, "So before Nat's stupid suggestion where were we on planning."
"Hey it's not stupid."
"Ed's mother is supplying the snacks," May states, "So we're covered there."
"May and I will do the decorations," Marie adds.
"I've got the pot," Eddy says in a hushed voice.
Nat laughs, "That bunk weed."
"The shit I get aint no bunk weed asshole," Eddy was fuming.
Nat shakes his head in disbelief, "I got the party favors." Eddy mumbles under his breath, something about his shit aint bunk, and that teal haired bastard and so on and so forth.
"I guess that leaves me to supply the music then, any requests?" And Kevin was bombarded with suggestion ranging from rap to pop, and a plethora of different artist. The girls wanted artists like En Vogue, TLC, Mariah Carey and Mary J. Blige, Eddy wanted artists like Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Tupac, and Cypress Hill. Kevin already was well aware what Nat would be interested in and was glad the boy didn't add to the commotion the other three were causing. "Ok, ok guys I get it we want a wide variety of music, I'll do my best but no promises." Reaching his locker he bids his friends a farewell and started to dial in his combination, Nat's locker was a little further down from his.
"What the holy fuck Kevin," Nazz's voice was heard behind the jocks shoulder, "Where were you Saturday?"
Opening his locker he turns to look over his shoulder at the fuming blonde, "Sorry Nazz, something came up."
"Sorry Nazz, is that all you have to say to me?" The blonde's anger with him was not abating, "You were supposed to be at my house at six, I had your costume ready and everything."
"Yeah, what costume?" He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from her.
"Prince Charming," She seethed for a second, "I was so fucking embarrassed when that fat ass showed up wearing the same thing, and you weren't there."
Kevin was starting to get pissed over her comment about Myrtle and it was evident in his voice, but he tried to contain it, "That's not my fault."
She interrupts him, "And what do you do, ditched me to hang with that faggot."
Kevin had enough of her mouth, "Shut the fuck up Nazz," she noticeably shrinks at his tone, Kevin has never raised his voice at her, even just a little bit, Nat slowly walks over as the warning bell rings. "It's that attitude right there that makes me not want to come around you anymore," he turns back around and pulls his books out of his locker and closes it. "You're more concerned with what people are then who they are, and I am nothing more than an accessory to you, a status symbol."
"You're my best friend Kev,' her demeanor was quickly changing from anger to sadness.
"First off, the costumes you chose are not friend costumes, it was meant to make people think we are a couple." The anger in Kevin's voice was matched by the look in his eyes, Nat just watched with a concerned look as he laid into the girl verbally, "Secondly your attitude toward people recently sucks, so what if Edd's a dork and Myrtle is a little over weight, that doesn't give you the right to call them such mean names. And thirdly but not the last item on my list are those people you think are your friends, they view you the same way you view them, status symbols, you think they are going to remember you once they get that little piece of paper at the end of the year."
"They're my friends, we will never forget each other," she was close to tears.
Kevin took a few breathes and was calming himself down slightly, the tardy bell rings, "Wrong, they will go on to whatever college they chose or straight into the workforce and forget the name Nazz Van Bartonschmeer."
"You're wrong," a tear falls down her cheek.
"The next time you will see them is ten years from now, they'll play nice and talk about the babies they had and their carriers, promises to reconnect made and forgotten, but that's it." Sure he was being mean to her, but wasn't she as well, he might be exaggerating the truth a little but she needed to see that she was no better than Edd or Myrtle. "Think about it Nazz, you need to get to know people before you cast judgment, and then you might see their true worth," he walks off with Nat in tow.
"Don't you think that was a little too harsh man?"
"She deserved it," true she needed an eye opener, and he did feel bad for going that far, but when she talked about Edd in such a negative way, it had struck a nerve with him and she needed to be taught a lesson. Myrtle is a good person, and Edd, well writing his thoughts about the boy would probably take another three pages and I currently do not have the time to do such a thing, but I am sure you all can imagine it though.
A/N- You know I have added it up and so far this fic has only covered sixteen days since the night at the skating rink. Aw the youthful heart, how quickly it falls in and out of love at that age.