A/N: It feels so good to be back in the Ed, Edd and Eddy fandom after such a long time! I am so happy to finally be sharing my story that I'd been working on for some time now but first a few notes.

1. This is going to be a long story. I have a few chapters done now but brace yourselves and be ready for the long haul. That being said some chapters will be shorter than others.
2. This story was originally supposed to be a lemon! It was pure smut that evolved into an actual story with a plot and everything. Weird right? That being said there will be M rated chapters. I am starting this off in the T rating but that should change to an M rating by Chapter 5. If that bothers you I wouldn't read. However I will always warn you at the beginning of each chapter with a disclaimer to warn you of all the adult action before you read.
3. That brings us to our next note. All the older characters are in college now or working nine to fives I'm going to say they are about 21 or 22 while the younger characters are now seniors in high school. So I'm aging up the characters by quite a bit.
4. Rolf's background and culture will be a main plot in this story so there will be a lot of his crazy language in this story. However I have a life and I don't have time to make up a language on the fly so anytime there is any dialogue in Rolf's language I'll use parenthesis like this ((This means it is not being said in English)).
5. This could be a companion piece to the short story 'Don't Touch'. It's not but it could be I guess. I wrote that fourteen years ago OMFGX_X!

I think that's everything for now. And don't worry. You won't get these annoying notes at the beginning of every chapter I promise. I hope you enjoy my crazy-ass story and please review cause it makes it all the more fun for me.

Thank you and enjoy!

Our Greatest Hits

/She's over-bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word/

(Smells Like Teen Spirit
-Nirvana)

The Christmas Party

Rolf sighed as he made his way up the front porch of the Nazz-girl home. He wore the traditional Christmas sweater which featured Santa Clause, reindeer, snowmen, candy canes and any yule tide trope you could think of. It was as though father of Christmas himself had thrown up on Rolf's sweater. Therefore, Rolf was sure, he should blend in quite nicely.

He opened the door to the two story suburban home only to be blast by hot air, loud music, loud talk and laughter. He was glad to get out of the snowy cold as he shut the door behind him but now, he faced a more difficult obstacle.

To be social at this damn Christmas party.

Every year Nazz's parents threw a huge Christmas party and every year Nazz would invite all her friends. This year was a little more special however because it was also the first time of Nazz's return from college during the winter break. She'd been in college for a few years but rarely made it back home. So needless to say, a lot of her old friends were here to catch up and see the popular blonde before she left back to school.

The last time Rolf had seen her was a few years ago when she had first left for college and had come to his farm to tell him goodbye. She had been a little hurt that he had not shown up to her going away party. So even though it went entirely against all instinct he came to her Christmas party just to say 'hi and bye'. Just so she wouldn't have a reason to show up on his property again with those doleful eyes looking as though he had betrayed her somehow. This would be quick and painless.

The house was filled with people of all ages. Children to seniors and it was packed wall to wall with the living room being reserved for dancing. Rolf walked past the crowded living room.

In the kitchen there was all sorts of food and Christmas sweets. The eggnog was nonstop both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Rolf tried some of the alcoholic but immediately regretted it and had to fight the urge to spit it out. He went for a beer instead. And once again he had to fight the urge to spit it out. This had to be the weakest piss poor excuse for an ale he had ever tasted! His Nana could make a beer that could put this travesty to shame. However, Rolf downed it best he could. How else would he interact with these idiots?

He continued his search for Nazz. In the dinning room, in the backyard he would talk to people now and then. He got lots of compliments for his sweater; people would eye it with amusement and snide smiles.

"Rolf is that you?"

The young man looked to the caller to see a very pretty woman with wavy blond hair pulled back with a hair clip her green eyes wide with surprise. "Oh, it is you! This is a surprise I wasn't expecting you and your family till this weekend."

"Hello, mother of Nazz-girl."

She smiled prettily with patience, "Like I always say; call me Christine."

"My family is not here." Rolf spoke ignoring her comment, "It's just me. Rolf…wanted to wish the Nazz-girl a merry holiday."

"Aww that's nice. That girl is around here somewhere. You might want to check upstairs. It's blocked off from guests but feel free to make your way up. She might have snuck off while my back was turned. You kids are such rebels!"

Rolf looked towards where the stairs were. "Are you sure?"

"Sure, I'm sure! Just make sure you knock on her door first."

"Rolf will be sure to do that."

"Oh, and by the way I love your ugly sweater!"

Rolf blinked, "U-ugly?"

"Yeah, I was going to do an ugly Christmas sweater contest but Nazz said those were and I quote, 'So five years ago.' Maybe I'll do it next year. If I do, make sure you wear that sweater again. Between me and you you'd totally win!"

Rolf stared, "But this is a traditional Christmas sweater, no? Wouldn't this be considered the appropriate traditional attire?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Rolf I have to go I see one of the girls who goes to my gym. Thanks for coming! And if I don't' see you again tonight I'll see you and your family this weekend, okay? Merry Christmas!"

Christine wore a red and white dress with belles decorated on the skirts. They jingled softly as she merrily made her way to her guests.

Rolf looked down to his Christmas sweater. He wondered if he should take it off. But the shirt he wore underneath it would be worthless against the cold outside and as soon as he saw Nazz he was leaving anyway so grudgingly he proceeded on towards the stairs. He stepped over the doggy-gate that was the supposed barrier and trudged to the second floor.

He paused. The second floor was dark which he supposed it would be since everyone was downstairs. He'd been to Nazz's room a handful of times. He remembered the door. So, he made his way down the darkened hallway. And just to make things easier her name was carved decoratively on a slab of wood that hung on the doorknob to her room.

Rolf sighed. It didn't seem she was in her room either. There were no indications that the lights were on inside. He decided to knock anyway while he raced to think where else to look for her. He would do one last sweep of the house and then go home. That's it. One last sweep and then: home. Cause this party was uncomfortable for him. He'd seen her mother so Nazz wouldn't be able to say that he never came. It was her fault she'd missed him since she being so damn difficult to find.

This was Rolf's line of thinking as the door to Nazz's room softly opened and her soft manicured hand came out to grab at his wrist.

Rolf only had time to let out a soft confused, "Uh-what?"

Before he was quickly pulled inside. The door was shut suddenly behind him and in the darkened room he felt Nazz's hands move to his shoulders. Then he felt her lean against him and her warm breath on his cheek.

"It took you long enough."

Rolf stilled at the warm husky tone she'd used. He felt her soft body being pushed against his own as his back braced against her bedroom door. Her hands traveled to touch his neck softly making Rolf swallow thickly her small hands now resting behind his neck she said,

"You got rid of that stupid hat. Good."

Rolf had trouble registering what she'd said because her tone was still hot and sweet. His hands were at her waist without him even having to think about it. She seemed to like that as he heard a soft giggle, she pressed herself more firmly against him and Rolf bit his lip to keep from making any sounds.

His heart was on overdrive he had to check himself to make sure his hands didn't wander. To make sure his hips didn't grind against hers. To make sure he didn't turn them both to instead pin her against the door and…do the things he'd only dreamed about since junior year high school.

However, her next words caused all the rules he upheld against her to fall and shatter in an instant. Rolf blamed Nazz for everything that happened next because she was always pushing boundaries even when he tried to slowly distance himself from her. He doesn't know when exactly he began to fall for her. All he knows is one day he woke up and it was too late. So, he tried. Lord knows he tried to keep her at bay but here he was in her room in the dark her hands now lightly running through his scalp.

Her cheek is pressed against his cheek she turns her head slowly towards him and he returns the action. Their lips brush just slightly and she whispers,

"Come on. Show me how much you missed me."

And when they kiss it's because they both moved in to desperately catch the other's lips against their own.

She moaned in excitement and Rolf allowed his hands to move over her jean coved butt to grip at her thighs and lift her up against him. He turned them both and pinned her against the door, Nazz wrapped her legs quickly around Rolf's waist and he pressed himself more firmly against her.

This was Rolf's first time with any of this. All he had to go on were pictures in magazines and scenes in movies. He didn't know if he was supposed to be the one to take the lead in the kiss but Nazz was definitely fighting him for dominance. He found out that he had to learn everything quickly, when Nazz used her tongue, he followed suite when she kissed greedily against his neck, he returned the favor with excitement when she bucked her hips he would grind back against her. In the heated state he began to find ques. When she'd break the kiss and lean back against the door whilst pulling him in with a fistful of Christmas sweater, he learned he was allowed the privilege of littering her neck with kisses, bites and tongue. If she moaned that meant she wanted more. If she squeezed him with her thighs, it meant grind into her. This usually rewarded him with her arching her chest against him.

Their breathing became more labored and it was getting stuffy in the quickly heating room.

Rolf wanted to take off the ugly Christmas sweater but more importantly he wanted to take off Nazz's sweater…then he had a sudden wicked thought:

Well, he was checking off all the boxes on his bucket list anyway. What's one more?

Cautiously he moved one hand up her waist. His heart thrumming in his chest he felt his fingers nervously move past the rough feeling of jeans under the wool of the sweater to make contact with the softness of Nazz's skin. Rolf paused the journey here. He waited for Nazz to break their kiss to say something. But this didn't happen. In fact, something even more miraculous happened. He felt Nazz's hand cover his own wandering one and move it further up inside her sweater to trail up her side. All the air inside Rolf stilled and he thought he might be having a heart attack when Nazz landed his hand over a bra covered breast.

She broke the kiss and breathed, "Take it off."

Rolf sucked in a sudden breath and suddenly broke off all contact taking several quick steps back Nazz had just enough time to quickly bring her feet back underneath her and keep from falling flat on her butt.

"Whoa! Dude! What's up!?"

"S-sorry! Rolf is-!" Rolf realized his mistake as soon as he'd made it.

There was a pause so severe it seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the air. Nazz moved and the lights came on.

The blonde stared at him with wide disbelieving eyes. She was flushed and her lips were beautifully bruised she wore black boots and tight fitting jean pants with a white sweater that was lifted slightly showing off just a hint of a toned stomach.

"Rolf!? Oh my god! W-w-why are you-!?"

Rolf suddenly moved quickly past her, "Rolf must go now!"

"Wait!" Nazz cried as Rolf left the room, "Rolf wait!"

He walked quickly down the dark hallway and down the stairs. He pushed his way past party goers someone called after him,

"I love your sweater man!"

He made his way quickly through the living room. He passed a couch where Kevin laid passed out a bottle still in his hand. Rolf rushed out the front door. Back into the blistering cold. It'd started snowing again.

That cold was just what he needed. His heart was still thundering and his body was on pins and needles. His head began to clear and the throbbing that had just momentarily been restricted by his pants began to finally ease away.

Rolf crossed the cul-de-sac to return home.

Common sense returned.

He made his way into his home. Devastation and guilt had sunk in.

He wondered.

Had he destroyed his friendship with Nazz?

Tbc.