Hai, guys! Been meanin' to get this up and running, and I thought youse guys would love it. Or not. Anyway, it has a couple OCs and some wonderfully explicit lovey-dovery stuff, so enjoy!

The Academy Triangle

Chapter 1: Always there

He swallowed his drink roughly. It slid down his throat so harshly he thought he swallowed a rock. He knew he shouldn't be drinking. He knew he had work in the morning. He just needed a distraction. As he slammed the glass on the wood, he muttered to himself.
"...I'll never be good enough..."
A quick voice came from beside him
"I know how you feel, man."
On that note, he slid the billiards cue and hit the white ball up in the air. It bounced violently and rolled itself into a side-pocket.
He looked over at where the voice originated from. His two friends hunched over at the bar.
"You may feel like you won't be good enough, but no need to go through all that again."
The boy spoke to him as he scratched his red semi-mohawk mass of hair. The other, brown-haired one, simply shrugged and hunched back at the table, sorrow in his eyes.
'How did it ever come to this?' he thought. 'Why do we always have to fight?!' Suddenly, all three lifted their heads towards the jukebox. They recognized the song.

"Here I stand (here I stand..)
Look around around around around around
(Around around around around around...)
But you won't see me (you won't see me..)
Now I'm here (now I'm here..)
Now I'm there (now I'm there..)"

The three smiled at their favorite song. The two at the bar gave a small wink to their friend, who dropped the pool cue and started singing along

"I'm just a-just a new man!" he sang proudly, "Yes you made me live again!!!"

All of them got up and started drunkenly singing. After the song, they all were laughing and chatting in the booth. Until Redhead brought up a chilling conversation.

"Do you think we'll really stay like this?" asked the redheaded man. "Like...will we still be pals like this? What do you think, Edd?"

Edd sighed and looked at his old friends

"I don't know, gentlemen. But, hey we managed to stay friends through our days at the Academy, right?"
The three laughed while the brown-haired boy continued,
"Well, we will stay with them? I mean, that's the better question."
The redhead sighed and stared into his mug.
"Yeah, I don't know about now...I know you and the wife-ski just had a fight." he hesitantly said.
"It's always the same thing, too." added the brunette man, "It's always whether we'll stay in our career..."
Edd looked down at the table in sadness
"Or if our career ever takes off..."
The red-head looked down-and-left, sad, but he didn't want anyone to notice.
"And for me..." the man sighed and looked through his glass of red wine at the window.
"Well, you know, guys."

The other two grunted affirmitavely. After another round of drinks, they stumbled out into the parking lot. Edd looked up at the stars. 'Why didn't I think about her first?' he asked himself. 'Why do I always think that items and luxuries will make her happy?...Instead of confronting our problems, I just buy her more and more things and work myself to death to avoid the inevitable...It's been like that since I was a kid...'
"Oh, dear, I'm going to need a ride home." said Edd, coming to his senses and dropping his happy mood.
"No worries," said the redhead, "I'll give you a lift!"
The two of them got into his Hybrid. Before starting the engine, they took a look back at their third friend.
"Do you need a ride, too?" asked Edd, as rain started falling.
"Nah, it's cool," said his lazy companion. "Just...just give 'er the truth, Edd."
Edd smiled as he rolled up the window.
"Will do, man....Will do."

They sped off as they saw their friend run in the rain.
As they drove through the streets, Eddward watched his friend's driving. He expected trouble, considering that his headlights that don't give out as much shine as they should, but the streets were illuminated by the city neon. Soon, they reached their destination. Apartments that were the epitome of this town. Grit and grace, children and childishness. He could go on, but he noticed the light on three floors up. He quickly exited the car.
"Thank you so much for the ride here."
"No biggie. See you around, dude."
"See you later, Kevin."

Edd ran through the double-doors. He heedlessly ran straight for the staircases, not even bothering to check in. He panted and sweated as he reached the room and bursted through the door. He ran straight at her, clad in her dressing gown.
"Edd! What are you--?"

She was cut off as he softly embraced her in a blissful hug. He frantically spoke, crying into the soft polyester resting atop her equally soft skin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry we keep having this fight and I'm sorry I'm not everything I could be, but I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!! I'll always be there, you know I'm always there!!"

She was hesitant at first, but relaxed and pulled him away, and started to well up into tears as well.
"I-I know, Edd. I know."
Soon Edd practically lifted her off the ground. She yelped as he continued with his pledge.
"I promise!" he yelled, "Tomorrow I'll get off work early, we'll talk about EVERYTHING that's been happening! I won't argue! I won't slip off to the bar! Just...talk to me."
His gorgeous wife pushed away daintily.
They both smiled and looked into each other's watering eyes. They kissed each other briefly, before he looked at the clock.
"Come on, it's late." he said, "We both have work in the morning, let's get to bed."
"All right," she said, rolling her eyes. Her smiling, warm spirit never failed to cheer him up. They walked to the bedroom and closed the door.

He looked out the large window at the sunrise. He swung his ID necklace around and around as it seemed to project to everyone, 'Mr. Eddward M. Ley' with, in addition to the title as Biochemistry Teacher and head recommendation for substitute positions, the dossier in his hand read, "Head SSS." He looked at it and almost cried. He'd wanted the promotion to Head Student Support Specialist for years. He would now get the pay of a nurse, a lunch worker, and, in some cases, the pay of the superintendent! If it weren't for his suit, he would have skipped to his room. He entered the small room at just about the time the bell rang.

"Good morning, class." he said with a smirk. He enjoyed running the study hall in the morning, but it was the last day of school! What would they do? Of course, the students were all there just blathering on about gossip and were going to stay like that for another two-to-three hours. Some of them, however, would stay for many more, using the room as their place to write submissions for the annual writing contest. He looked at the picture of his anniversary. He sighed and his eyes lit up.

"Sir?"
One of the girls was at his desk, clutching her notebook.
"Yes, Madalie?"
Madalie was his favorite student in his afternoon studies concerning the use of foreign languages in English literacy.
"This might be weird, but..." she nervously trailed off, "I need to write this story for a contest, and I..I, well--"
"Can't get any inspiration?"
"Well, no." she confessed, blushing.
"Hmmm...." he sighed and thought to himself.
"Sit down over there. I'll think of something."
As she sat, he rang a bell at his desk.
"Excuse me, students?" he smiled and thought his idea silly. "Would any of you like to hear a story?"
"A story?!" scoffed one of the kids in the back, "What, do you think we're five?!"
"Well," he smirked, "is there anything five-year-old about love and loss, friends and family, beer bongs n' thongs, sex, drugs, and rock n' roll? Yes?"
The class was awestruck with their jaws dropped.
"Yeah, it might not rack up to Goodnight Moon, but I like the story...Do I have your attention?"
The students slinked forward to here him.
"Um, sir?"
"Yes, Madalie?"
"Is this a true story?"
"Oh, it's more than a true story," he laughed, "It's the story of my time here at the Academy. Do you want to hear?"
She nodded her head slightly.
"Very well." he said, as he clapped his hands once, "It all started about five years ago...."

Last edited by John_Lemon on Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:04 pm; edited 2 times in total

Interesting! I always pictured Edd being a teacher.

...Who's his wife?

Domato wrote:Interesting! I always pictured Edd being a teacher.

...Who's his wife?

Ahh, part of the secret mien fraulien!
Stay tuned!

Sweet! Lovely opening, you're an amazing writer =]! I can't wait to read more. Edd is such a cute character x3 <3.


Ah, one thing I ask of you . Can you please put an age rating in the subject title with the name of your story. Just to show viewers what kinda material they're gonna be looking at. Thankchu~! <3

(gasp) But of course, Ms. Katie. I feel so honored! This is the first time a topic made by me has been stickified! (swoons, then faints)
(two hours later)
O ya, and it's probably on the border between PG-13 and R, depending on if I feel like going into some details.

John_Lemon wrote:(gasp) But of course, Ms. Katie. I feel so honored! This is the first time a topic made by me has been stickified! (swoons, then faints)
(two hours later)
O ya, and it's probably on the border between PG-13 and R, depending on if I feel like going into some details.

Hehe, no probs xP and ty!

John_Lemon wrote:(gasp) But of course, Ms. Katie. I feel so honored! This is the first time a topic made by me has been stickified! (swoons, then faints)
(two hours later)
O ya, and it's probably on the border between PG-13 and R, depending on if I feel like going into some details.

Oh ho ho!

(Is it really nasty to say that I can't wait to read why it's rated Pg-13-R?)xDD

Chapter 2: A new day

He almost went spelunking as he dug out his favorite outfit. As he pulled his purple trousers up, he looked over and saw a plastic bag by his door. He walked over and opened the bag, seeing a beanie cap with a brim, black with white stripes down it. As he picked it up, he found a note from his father beneath it. It read,
"Here you go, son. A brand new hat for a brand new day.
Love,
Father."

He sighed and put the hat on. It fit perfectly. After another happy sigh, he stumbled back to his closet and pulled on his shirt. Afterwards, he grabbed the suede suitcase by his bed and went downstairs. As he descended loosely, he tripped over the last step and hit the hardwood flooring, his case falling atop him. He let out a groan as he heard his father from the kitchen.
"You all right, champ?"
"Yeah, dad, I'm fine."

He got up and rolled his suitcase over to the corner. He walked into the kitchen to see his father there holding out a plate of food to his son. He gladly took it and went into the living room to eat. He enjoyed this apartment. He enjoyed being able to spend time with his dad. After he finished his meal, which was basically sausage and eggs that he crammed into the English Muffin his dad gave him, he quickly rinsed off his plate and grabbed his suitcase.
"Well, dad, I guess I'll be off now." he shouted into the kitchen.
"Fine," he said back, "Just be sure to stop by your mum's on the way."

With that he exited the doorway and walked out into the hazy morning twighlight. He blinked his eyes to the humidity, and turned down the road, through the street. He walked at about a southwest angle until he found himself back at the cul-de-sac. He breathed in the scent of dew on fresh-cut grass. His bliss was cut short when he looked at the time. He then looked over the fog at his old house, his mom in the window cooking oatmeal. He didn't want to leave without telling her goodbye, did he? On the one hand, his mother was hard to please and rather protective and demanding, especially since the divorce. On the other hand, she was his mom! Before long, the time in his personal bubble expired as he saw the Greyhound Bus stop at the corner of the road.

He quickly picked up his suitcase and hurried to the bus. He got on just in time and took a seat in the back. He was very tired, having woken up at 6:30 this morning. He tilted his beanie partly over his eyes and went to sleep, after hearing some people, clearly a man and a woman, shouting from off the bus. Before long the driver, irritated with them, stopped the bus to let them off. One put his bike in the luggage bin underneath the bus, and the other just got on with her things. The two noticed the sleeping Edd there, and took a seat next to him, but not without waking him first.
"Hey!" they yelled in a sing-song manner.
Edd yelled incoherently and opened his eyes.
"Kevin! Nazz! What in the hell are you doing here?" he asked, alarmed, yet amused.
"Same as you, man." said Kevin, helping him up.
"You're going to St Vivian?" he asked, astonished.
"Sure, football scholarship!" said Kevin, taking a seat behind them as Nazz sat next to him.
"And I," said Nazz, "am just getting in."

Edd chuckled and thought back to when they were at Peach Creek Jr. High. Nazz was a very smart girl, but was the victim of much stress and peer pressure that affected her preformance and made her regress into the "valley girl" stereotype. Quite sad, really. Since then, Edd came in and helped her pull up her grades. Nazz said to him one evening.
"I'm almost pulled into a life debt."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You saved my life, from myself."
So, the three were chatting along on the bus until they started turning into a driveway of sorts. They looked out the window and their eyes widened.

A beautiful, historic Roman-Gothic design filled with modern fixings and utilities colored an obsidian hue even darker than the gray tiles. Over the steps hung a banner reading, "Welcome, new students, to another year at St. Vivian's School of Enrichment."
"Beautiful..." remarked Edd
"Radical," said Kevin, "at least."
Kevin, however, was too busy eyeing the sports field to pay attention to the architecture. Nazz simply giggled at the both of them as the bus came to a stop. Everyone descended off the bus and got their things. As everyone moved towards the front doors and were walking around aimlessly, a large, dark man with a shaved head stood in front of them with a clipboard and a whistle. He blew on the whistle and shouted into the crowd of students.
"Attention!" he yelled, "I am going to announce the dorm assignments for those sharing."
He brought out a pen and checked off the names from a clipboard as he called them out.
"Sonya Adams, you are with Millisa Carden; Room A-11."

Two girls in the middle of the crowd walked up to the front, recognized each other, and went off to their room.
The man proceeded down the list of students. Edd almost drowned out the man as he looked around at the children. He suddenly noticed one girl in particular. She had a cameo vest on over her black V-neck T-shirt, with a pair of dark purple jeans. Her face was an almost cream color, black hair shimmering down to her shoulder. Altogether, a healthy aura seemed to just radiate off her. Edd was snapped out of his gaze when he heard the man at the front.
"Robins, Nazerith J., you are with Ms. Elizabeth Benson."
Nazz walked up to the front and that same girl followed her to the front. Nazz and her shook hands and walked off after they heard him,
"Room B-2."
As the two of them walked to the building, they climbed up to the second floor.
"So, your new around here?" asked Elizabeth.
"Yeah..yeah, I just got accepted," answered Nazz. "How about you?"
"I've been here for about a year, now." she replied, "It's pretty insane over here, just to let you know....Ah! Here's our room!"
Elizabeth took out her key and shoved it into the lock. It opened slowly and revealed the room. Rather small, considering it was a dormitory, but enough room, to say the least. Two olive beds on each side and a set of dressers and cabinets, around the wall and under the bed respectfully.
"Well, we better get you unpacked." said Elizabeth with a sigh.
"Yeah. Thanks, Elizabeth." Nazz replied, unzipping her backpack.
"Any time," said the other, helping her, "And call me Liz. Just Liz."
"Well, okay." Nazz agreed, "And I'm Nazz by the way. Not Nazerith."
The two laughed and unpacked their things.

Meanwhile, a floor up, the man who was at the front of the crowd, who was incidently the headmaster, was escorting Kevin and Edd to their dorms.
"Kevin," he said, "you get your own dorm. Edd will have to share with another student."
"Alright, thanks," said Kevin, smiling, "Mr...um,"
"Belmont." replied the principle, "Principle Belmont."
"Okay, well, thanks!" said Kevin, before closing his dorm door.

The two reached another door farther down the hallway. Belmont opened the door and there was a boy in a grey T-shirt wearing carpenter jeans. He was lying on his bed lazily.
"Sup, headmaster?" he asked.
"Thabes, this is your new room-mate."
"Ah, sweet, thanks, man." said Thabes, shaking hands with Edd. "Mike Thabes, at yer service. How you been? You travelled far?"
Edd warmly smiled at the odd boy as the headmaster left stating. "Just make sure this one can get around the school by next Tuesday."
"Sure thing, Belmont!" Mike yelled down the hallway and closed the door. Mike turned to see Edd already unpacking and still smiling brightly at him.
"Hmm..." muttered Mike, looking at his watch, "A new record!"
"For what?" asked Edd
"How long it takes before my roommate is creeped out by me! But, then again, you don't really know me."
"Well," laughed Edd, "I know some very odd people back home."
"I never did catch your name, dude." said Mike.
"It's Edd. But most people call me Double-D."
"Cool, cool." said Mike, breathing deeply, "Well, you better hurry with the unpacking, there's a lunch at 12:00 after a mild tour around the school. Then, after that, there's a meeting with all the teachers."
"Thanks, Mike." said Edd, making his bed.
"No problem, dude."

"And here's the mystery." said an adult Edd, sitting in front of his class, "One of those two lovely ladies would later become my wife."

Chapter 3: A friendship in limbo

He sniffed the morning air as he walked through his hall. As he walked, he looked past the door that headed into his garage. His childhood had just seemed to die without clarity. The remains of his preteen scams and wacky inventions now faded into the drifting dust of time. He sighed and looked longingly into the darkness. Suddenly, the phone rang, and he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Eddy!"
"...Sockhead??" he asked, puzzled. He really hadn't heard Double D's voice in a long time.
"Hey, Eddy," Edd continued, "I'm calling from Kevin's cell phone! Just wanted to tell you that we all don't have class on Sunday, so we could probably come back to the culdesac!"
"Oh!" Eddy said, his voice jolting up, "Well, actually, Jonny is having a little get together at his house while his folks are out of town, so maybe...."
"I'd love to come, Eddy!" said Edd, whose voice was at a mediocre quality over the phone connection, "And I'll bring my new friends, too!"
"N-new friends?" asked Eddy, "What new--"
"Oh, sorry, I have to go now, Eddy. Class will start soon."
With that Edd hung up and left his friend alone in his home. Eddy sighed and put the cordless phone back on the cradle, then went outside.
He bit his lip as he looked around. No one else was around except Jonny. Eddy actually felt bad for the little freak. He looked at the burning paper in his hand and thought about four years back.
Eddy kept harassing Jonny for still having Plank around, even now that he was thirteen. Jonny almost collapsed from the mental pressure and only then did they learn of Jonny's home life. His mother was a struggling artist, his father a film student. His father eventually developed a habit of smoking marijuana. Neither his wife nor his son saw anything to object about it, they were rather dismissive about the whole thing. Jonny had a mental breakdown after Plank was used as a dry twig when the kids went camping, and went berserk. He fell into a pool of anger and slightly wounded Eddy and Kevin, but the most damage went to himself. After he calmed down, his dad ran off, and Jonny turned to marijuana because, "It makes me feel close to my dad. It reminds me of when he was still around..."
Eddy walked up to Jonny and started a conversation,
"So, I just got a call from Double-D...."
"Really?" said Jonny, surprised and smiling, "Well, what'd he say?"
"He said he's coming to the party, and so is Nazz and Kevin."
"Awesome!" Jonny exclaimed, dropping his joint on the ground, stepping on it.
"Yeah, well," Eddy muttered through, "he's also bringing some new friends, too."
"Great!" said a surprisingly optimistic Jonny, "Always a joy to meet new people."
He sighed contently and continued,
"Well, I should probably get back inside, make some lunch, take something to my mom, or something."
Eddy laughed as he followed Jonny inside,
"What, you got the munchies or something?"
"Oh, ha, ha." Jonny said sarcastically, "I'm not that stoned, you know. And even if I was, wouldn't I break in a bag of Cheetos sooner than make a gumbo?"
"Ehh, you got me there." Eddy said, smiling and looking at the large, spicy pot of sausage, rice, and vegetables.
Jonny poured two bowls of it and poured another load into a thermos.
"Here, have some." he said, handing it to Eddy.
"Thanks," Eddy replied, taking the bowl in both hands, "Y'know, I hate to say this, but I'm almost glad you started doing pot."
The two laughed and ate their meals.
Meanwhile, Edd was walking with Mike through the halls of St, Vivian's.
"So," said Mike, who started walking backwards to face Edd, "Where do you want to go to lunch?"
"What do you mean?" asked Edd, still unsure about how his new school worked.
"Well, we sign out for lunch, and can go wherever we want, as long as we're back by about one-thirty....I'm thinking..burritos!"
"Burritos, huh?" asked a voice behind Edd. He turned to see the same vibrant young lady he saw earlier this week. Edd could faintly remember her name, but the faint image screamed at him to remember, "Elizabeth."
"Liz, hi." said Mike, walking up to her, who was incidently next to Nazz. The two high-fived each other and gave out a small hug.
"So," said a slightly uncomfortable Edd, "I guess you two have known each other long?"
Liz rolled her eyes at him, "No, we just met." she said sarcastically.
Liz then turned to Nazz and pointed out her friend, "Nazz, this is Mike. Mike, Nazz."
Mike was slightly flustered. She was a pretty face, sure, but as he looked to Liz he said to himself,
"Don't try anything, don't give into temptation."
"What?" asked Nazz.
"N-nothing..." he said, his face slightly red. Nazz giggled. She always thought it was hilarious when guys first met her, 'especially the nerds.'
"A-and," continued Mike, shaking off the redness in his face, "Liz, this is Edd."
Edd reached out to shake her hand, worried that his palms were sweating. Liz shook his hand without any hesitation, and all four started walking out the door.
"So," said Nazz, "We're going for burritos, then?"
"Eh, I dunno." said Mike, "I'm just pitching ideas..."
So the quartet of them went off and into the town. After walking around for a bit, they decided on a pizza place.
"So, it'll be one medium four-cheese with..." Mike trailed off in front of the counter, "Um, what else wil we have?"
"Do they have that cheese-stuffed crust?" asked Edd
"Yeah," said Liz, "and some anchovies, too!"
Everyone looked at her oddly.
"What? It's not like any of you have really had anchovies before!"
"Fine," said Nazz, rolling her eyes, "We'll get a half-and-half."
"Are you guys ordering, or what?" asked the aged man behind the counter
"Eh, keep your hair on, grandad." said a voice coming from the doorframe.
"Kevin!" yelled Nazz, running up to him, "How'd try-outs go?"
"I made the team!" he cheered, "Coach was blown away! No callback or anything! Pizza's on me, dudes!"
"Mazel Tov!" yelled Mike, finally filling the checklist of their order. Four-cheese, stuffed crust, half anchovie and half spinach and sausage.
"And by the by," said Edd, butting in between everyone, "You all can come over to Johnny's place for a party this Sunday."
"Woo!" yelled Liz, already getting the drinks from the fountain, "Party!"
"Well...." Edd thought to himself, "A few smart-ass party animals coming to the cul-de-sac...oh, joy."

GIVE ME MOAR. *snarles*

This is awesome! =D

Domato wrote:GIVE ME MOAR. *snarles*

This is awesome! =D

I got the demand, love. =D "MOAR" you shall receive.

Chapter 4: Strobe Vision

The eve was calm and tranquil. It's as if the entire neighborhood got shot in the rump with a sedative dart. Tennis shoes made a light compressing noise against the dew-sprinkled grass.
"So," said Kevin, walking alongside his friends, "Where's this party again?"
"At Jonny's house," answered Nazz. Edd looked worried as she asked him, "You're still upset about the pot, aren't you?"
"Well," he answered, "not as much anymore. I did some research and figured out that, well, marijuana isn't as bad as cigarettes or alchohal. In fact, it's known to relieve stress, cure disease, and has no link to suicide or cancer."
"Huh," said Mike, behind them, "Guess the system really is a load of fascists."
"Oh, pipe down, you conspiracy nut." said Liz, ruffling Mike's hair, "You've always been trying to screw with the government. Did you know that when we were eight his dad prank called the CIA?"
"Uhh, no." said the three in front of them, slightly fazed.
"Double D!"
A rather large figure ran up to him and seized him into a bone-crushing hug.
"Ed!" yelled Double D, happy to see him again, but not so happy about his near-mashed ribcage. "ED!!"
"Oh, sorry...." said Ed, letting him down. Ed had gotten slightly smarter over the years, most thanks going to a neuron stimulus experiment he volunteered for (cheifly headed by Edd, mind you). And like a reopening of a soccer feild, everything started rolling for him again. He turned his head towards paying more attention to comic book-esque novels to advance his vocabulary, and even started studying German, which he had an apparent knack for, stating that, "It's just Cilunonese from the Liquid Protein comics!" He was still a fragile, lovable oaf, but this oaf knew more about his effect on his friends.
"Too rough again, huh?" said Ed, cursing himself for never realizing his own strength.
"Its okay, Ed." said Edd, with Nazz helping him up. Ed turned his attention to the two kids behind him. "Oh, goody goody!" he said, "Hello, fair sages! I am Ed, bringer of bacon."
"Ed, they're not sages."
"But look at their mystic appearence." Ed pointed to Mike's tye-dye shirt and bell-bottoms, and again at Liz's floral shirt and cameoflague hip-hugging jeans (which, incidently, hugged her rear more than her hips) Ed also pointed to Liz's shoulder-length brown hair and Mike's collar-length black hair.
"We're not sages, boy." said Mike, brushing him off.
"Yeah," said Liz, "just a little thing called style."
Ed, still unsure, dropped the topic and led his friends to Jonny's party.
"Horrido!"
He yelled the classic German battlecry as he tumbled over the fence and into a resident's backyard.
"Ed, wait!" said Nazz, who was getting a lift over the fence from Kevin. Kevin, despite his footballer physique, trembled and almost dropped Nazz, no doubt due to Nazz being in her skull-and-crossbones T-shirt and black skirt; and on Kevin's shoulders.
"Ed," said Double D, "what are we doing here?"
"Have you forgotten, Double D?" asked Ed, "We need to get Eddy!"
Ed stumbled over and banged on the window rhythmically. "Bang, bang, bang!..." yelled Ed continuously. When someone opened the window, he was struck several times in the face by Ed's fists
"Ed!"
"Eddy!" he yelled. Eddy, climbing through the window, was clad in black jeans and a dark gray sleeved shirt. He landed on the grass, dew soaking his Converse low-tops.
"Double D!" Eddy was ecstatic to see his friend again, and almost felt like hugging him, but did not proceed when he saw Kevin and Nazz behind him. He turned and eyed the two new friends near him, which ruined his good mood like a rich man walking through the projects on the way to a wine-tasting venue.
"Oh." he said rather flatly, "These are your new friends, huh?"
"Yes," Edd said, introducing them, "Eddy, this is Mike and this is Liz."
Eddy was so miffed that he didn't notice how radient of a girl Liz was. Either that, or he didn't have fair taste in women.
Ed suddenly ran back to his house.
"Ed!" yelled Double D, "What's the matter?!"
"Probably forgot to take his night's injection of gravy-sillon." joked Eddy.
Ed instead rushed in and saw Sarah and Jimmy watching TV.
"Sarah! I'm heading to Jonny's house!" he said, "Dinner's in the oven!"
"Whatever." she said passively.
"They grow up so fast." he said to himself as he walked out.
"Shall we, Ed?" said Double D as they began walking again. When they reached Jonny's house, the home was illuminated by light. They knocked on the door and heard a faint rhythmic noise inside. As the door unlocked and swung open, they were almost pushed back by the sheer force of the rave music.
"Turn the music down, ya friggin' bass head!" yelled Kevin, covering his ears.
"Woo-hoo-hoo!" said all three Ed, Eddy and Mike, "Alright!"
Jonny proceeded back in his house and turned the music down just barely enough to keep his friends from covering his ears.
"Come on in, guys!" yelled Jonny.

Inside there were tables of different arrays of food. Along with some cola, there was a discrete cooler that was undoubtedly filled with at least three different types of beer. As Ed eyed the food, everyone else was moving more towards the other different entertainment forms. Eddy started tearing through what was in his closet, which made an impression on the stoned Jonny.
"That's it!" he said.
"What's it?" asked Eddy.
"Thanks for clearing the closet out, you wanker!" said Jonny, pushing Eddy out of the currently empty closet.
"Alright, everyone," said Jonny, "Seven minutes in Heaven time!"
Everyone laughed and decided to go along with it. They all circled up with Jonny in the middle. Jonny, in a giddy mood, wanted to choose something completely ridiculous.
"Okay....you! New girl!"
"Name's Liz, sweetheart." she replied
"Right, you.....You get in there with...Double D!"
Edd almost fainted right there. As he fell, he was picked up by Eddy and Kevin, who he thought were just trying to help him, but in actuality were pushing him into the dreaded one-and-a-third meter room. Liz held her palm to her face as Nazz pushed her inside, and Mike stood there looking rather frustrated. As the door closed, only a sliver of light came in, from a crack in the doorframe.
"Time starts....now!"
The two just stood there silent. Well, silent except for Edd's hyperventilating and Liz's ruffling of her clothes. Before he knew it, Edd was trying to conceal the rigor mortis slowly forming below his belt. Soon the silence was broken.
"Hey," said Liz, causing Edd to jump, "I have an idea...."
Everyone outside was filling up on chips, cheese, and ham rolls while Eddy, Kevin, and Jonny all drowned out the rave music in their heads, trying to concentrate on any noise coming from the small room in front of them. After some considerable time, Jonny looked at his watch and listened inside to hear faint bumps and murmers.
"Okay, thirty seconds." on that note everyone seemed to herd in front of the door.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."
Mike cringed and bit his lip as he thought about what could be happening inside.
"Four, three, two...ONE!"
When he opened the door, Jonny almost died of laughter. He literally fell on the floor chuckling and pointing. Eddy looked inside and was, for lack of a more descriptive word, pissed. Mike was relieved. The two of them were there, sitting on a box, and holding a hand of cards in their hands. Liz threw down her cards.
"Three of a kind; aces."
"Four of a kind; kings." Edd said, throwing his cards down.
"Who wins?" asked Edd.
"You both win!" said Jonny, "The oscar goes to Edd and Liz, for best way to make a stoner bust his diaphram!"
Jonny walked off as everyone else dispersed. Edd helped Liz pick up all the cards as they started talking.
"First rule of being a Vivian-ite..." said Liz, "always carry an arsenal of 'What the fuck?' weaponry."
"Indeed so," said Edd, slightly blushing as Liz took the cards out of his hand.
"It can be anything, too." she added as she put the cards back in her purse, "Cards, li'l pistols with 'bang' flags, the general Merry Prankster stuff, y'know.....Well, let's grab a bite, yea?"
"S-sure," said Edd, slightly relieved that Liz didn't think much of their time in the helllish room.
"Hey, everyone," said Jonny, "how about we move this to the garage. We've got some beers, great CDs, and some cool A/V setups!"
Everyone nodded a bit in agreement as they headed to the garage. The car was gone, and there was ample room for dancing and such. On came a set of lights as they entered.
"I've set up these different strobe lights that I can switch up to the tempo of the music. Pretty cool, huh?"
"Radical," said Kevin to Johnny, "do you think you could grab me a beer?"
"Sure," said Jonny, "I've got Paulaner and...well, that's about it."
"Fine," said Kevin, hoping for at least a Budweiser. He took a small sip from the bottle and walked away. It was good, but different from what he was used to. Everyone started dancing as this droning form of techno music came on. Ed was just randomly bouncing about on the floor, while Eddy and Kevin were hanging out by the food table. Edd quietly sat on the couch in the living room when Nazz walked up to him and sat down. She was stunning, wearing her hair down with clothes that almost made Lyndsey Lohan look like she was wearing a three-piece suit. Edd treated her as a friend just the same. After some mild, uninteresting chit-chat, Nazz asked the question that burned her for so long.
"Why didn't we do something?"
"What?" asked Edd. Nazz edged slightly closer to him.
"We were so close back in junior high." she said with a siren's sweetness, "Why didn't we ever get closer?"
"Nazz..." he said, slowly pushing her away, "we just didn't do anything because...well, I don't know about you, but I was afraid. I was afraid that it would ruin what we already had, a firm friendship."
"Well," Nazz leaned in close to him and kissed him right on the mouth, As she kissed him, she let out a small moan. She pulled away and left the amazed Edd sitting there and said, "Just let me know if you ever want anything more."
As she walked off, Edd sat there thinking, "Well, what am I going to do now? My best friend wants to date me, and I've already found an interest in another lady..."
His thoughts were cut down as Liz started walking up to him.
"Hey." she said, awkwardly cheery.
"Hello." replied Edd, a tad flat in his voice, "What're you doing here?"
"Just wanted to chat. I mean, I've gotten along with Nazz and you've probably gotten a good bit along with Mike 'cause they're our roommates, so I just thought we could chat for a bit."
"Well, sure." said Edd, slightly warmed by her kindness.
"So, do you live around here?" she asked, breaking the ice.
"Well, sort of. I live with my dad during the week and visit my mom here during weekends."
"Oh, their divorced?" Liz almost cooed her words, "I'm so sorry about that."
"It's okay." said Edd, "I didn't really like my mum anyway."
After some idle discussion of home lives and such, their conversation came to a close.
"Well, it's getting a tad late." said Double D
"Yeah," said Liz, "Tell you what: Here's my cell-phone number, we can chat some more tomorrow."
"'Kay." Edd said, blushing. She scribbled a number down on a peice of paper, folded it, and handed it to him.
"Oh!" she said, leaning into him and whispering, "Thanks for going along for the closet prank."
At that point, she kissed him on the cheek. He blushed.
"N-no problem! See you tomorrow!" He laughed at himself as he saw her walk away.
After she left, he began thinking to himself again.
"Well, I've got two friends, both who I wouldn't mind dating, and at the same time--"
"Sockhead, let's move it, will ya?!"
Edd rolled his eyes as Eddy stood over him with a plate of food.
"Fine." he said flatly.
The three Eds walked out of the house and down the road. They're silence, other than Ed humming the theme to Star Trek: The Next Generation, was broken.
"It's great to see you again." said Edd to Eddy. Eddy was a bit flustered by that line. He hadn't really talked to Double D all evening. He was sore at Edd mainly for already finding new friends.
Ed soon ran off to his home, saying,
"Gotta get home before mom and dad get back.
He left the two once friends there.
"Yeah, well..." said Eddy, looking off to the side, "It was good to see you to, bro."
Eddy gasped, frightened as Double D embraced him in a brotherly hug. When he released, Eddy sweltered a bit as he looked at his friend.
"W-well," he said nervously, "I've gotta get home, too. Do you need a ride back to that academy?"
"No," said Edd, "My dad's going to pick up Mike, Liz, and I. We might stay over at our place since there's a work-day tomorrow."
"Oh, okay." said Eddy, darting his eyes about. Eddy looked down at Edd's neat corduroy pants that seemed to tightly fit to his build.
"Well, I've got to go."
Eddy sped off to his house, leaving Edd behind. When he got in his room, he walked into the bathroom as he took off his clothes. His stomach seemed to burn as he looked at his forehead, sweat dripping like misty water dripping down an Amazonian tree. He stumbled back into his room, ignoring changing into some sleep clothes. It felt to hot for him to wear anything. He shook his head. Why was he so hot? Why was he so jittery?....And....why couldn't he stop thinking about Double D?...

DUN DUN DUN! Slashy, slashy, slashy!