React and Interact

Pair: Eddy/Kevin friendship

Requested by Thermal Man and Unlucky Amulet

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"And why isn't Double Dee helping you with this, again?" Kevin asked, his voice muffled as he dove further beneath the hood of the car, "He's usually all over this stuff."

"He's doin' some nerd club thing up at the school. Thought I'd try and fix it myself." Eddy shrugged, trying to fit into the space beside Kevin so as to shine the flashlight on the problem area.

"Yeah, and that—no, to the left—that worked out for ya." Kevin snipped, grappling for a couple of wires.

"Hey! It's not like I'm bad at this stuff!" Eddy insisted, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the hood of the car as he jumped to defend himself, "Problem just turned out to be more complicated than I thought, 's all."

"Yeah, sure." Kevin huffed, finally getting a hold of the parts he'd been reaching for, "Quit movin' the flashlight around, would ya?"

"Then figure out where you're puttin' your hands!" Eddy shot back, though he did his best to steady the beam of light.

A steady stream of unheated back-and-forth insults emanated from the innards of the car as the two boys worked together to fix whatever had gone wrong with Eddy's car this time. The thing was old as dirt and half as appealing, but Eddy had bought it himself and it (mostly) worked and he was exceedingly proud of it. Kevin, who had a long-outgrown but well-cared for bike sitting in the back of his garage, could sympathize.

That didn't stop him from teasing the shorter teen whenever he got the chance, though. "I don't get why you didn't get something better than this hunk of junk," Kevin said, finally standing up and reaching for a rag to wipe his hands on, "Your dad owns a used car dealership, he could'a helped you find something less… shitty."

"Hey! Don't say things like that about my baby," Eddy snapped, closing the hood and patting the discolored metal fondly, "And I didn't want his help. I got 'er on my own."

Kevin shrugged. "Whatever. Problem should be fixed. For now, anyway. No real cure for a crappy car." The redhead couldn't resist the final barb.

"Shut up, Kev." Eddy rolled his eyes, "But thanks. Dee never actually lets me do anything. Just makes me pass 'im the tools. Little control freak…"

Kevin snorted. "You should get him to show you how to fix it yourself so I don't have to do it again."

"I told you, I know how to fix it… usually," Eddy grumbled, heading up to his house, "You want something to eat 'er not?"

Kevin shrugged, following Eddy inside. "You still owe me one."

"Are you kidding? My omelets are payment enough." Eddy insisted.

"As if." Kevin rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, so you don't want me to make your weirdo, vegetable-infested mushroom-black-olive-spinach-whatever omelet?" Eddy asked innocently, stepping away from the fridge.

"Hey- I didn't say that."

Eddy chuckled, digging into the vegetable crisper. "That's what I thought."

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Note: Shh, it's been a few years, just pretend they're already friends. And yes, Amulet, the omelets were totally a nod to you