React and Interact
Pair: Edd and Eddy (friendship)
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Eddy released a frustrated growl and pounded on his friend's door a final time. If he didn't answer this knock, Eddy was going in there, neuroses be damned. After one full, impatient minute (give or take 55 seconds), Eddy jiggled the knob and found the door blessedly unlocked. "Hey, Edd, what the Hell is with you? Didn't you hear me knocking?" The shortest of the Eds grumbled as he entered his friend's over-labeled sanctum. "I've been bangin' on your door for, like, half an hour!"
He was met without verbal response, and instead with the sight of Edd slumped over his desk and chair in a way that would make a contortionist scratch their head, an open book pillowing his face as he slept soundly. More books were littering any vacant spot on the desk, as well as much of the floor surrounding the table and chair. It was easily the most organized chaos Eddy had ever seen, and considering he'd known Edd for close to 12 years, that was definitely saying something.
Perfectly alphabetized, randomly-placed stacks of books aside, something obviously had to be done. It was summer for crying out loud! Just because Ed hadn't managed to evade summer school as Eddy had didn't mean Edd was allowed to suffocate himself under a pile of AP reading material. Stepping around a pile of what looked like several volumes of Edgar Allen Poe's work, Eddy poked Edd hard on the shoulder. "Edd." He watched for signs of movement.
Nothing happened.
Eddy tried again, shaking his friend's shoulder this time. "Double Dee… Sockhead!" He shouted, shaking harder.
There! Proof that Edd was, indeed, alive. He mumbled and shifted slightly in his sleep, which jarred him from his precariously balanced position and sent him to the floor with a thud. "Eddy!" Edd shouted, sitting up quickly and promptly banging his head on the underside of the desk. He hissed out his pain, rubbing the sore spot through his ever-present cap, then stood more carefully. "What are you doing?"
"Reminding you of the important things in life, buddy." Eddy grinned, smacking his friend on the back. "Y'know, like the fact that it's SUMMER! You shouldn't be doing homework! Honestly, sometimes I don't know what's wrong with you…"
Edd frowned, though the effect was mitigated slightly by the crease on his cheek made by the book he'd been cushioned on. "There is nothing wrong with me, Eddy. I'll have senior AP English when school starts again. The class is difficult; I need to get all the summer assignments done and, somehow, I always end up putting summer homework off until the last minute." He snipped, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, yeah, but you always get it done, don'cha?" Eddy waved his hand dismissively.
"Well…"
"Exactly! Now, I'm serious here. I haven't seen you in a week, Ed thinks you moved away, and Cul-de-Sac saps are forgetting what it's like to have the full force of all three Eds comin' at them! We've got work to do!"
"I suppose… I could use a break." Edd admitted, casting a wary look at his piles of literature. "Did you have an exact plot in mind?"
Eddy shrugged. "Nah, not really. Not yet, anyway."
Edd paused. "Eddy… is it possible you came to get me because you were actually… concerned?" He ventured, smirking slightly.
Looking away, Eddy shoved his friend gently and headed for the door. "Geez, Sockhead, you really have been holed up in here too long."
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Words: 583
Author's Note: Hm… I'm feeling rather verbose tonight. Went 83 words over. I kinda like it, though. I've been avoiding writing this one because I wanted to get it just right. Don't know if I did, but it's done anyway.