KevEdd One-Shots Book

Winter Christmas

*Meant to post this during Christmas but didn't have the time. Sorry for being late.

Author: AnzelWolveine
Summary: Ah, Christmas time in the cul-de-sac...it comes twice a year. And what Christmas would be complete without a little mistletoe? (Nat belongs to c2ndy2c1d)

Christmas in the cul-de-sac is, how would you say - peculiar.

Ed started a tradition years back of celebrating the holiday during the summer months, so we had somewhat of a "Winter Christmas" party when the actual time of the year came around. It was similar; the weather here never gets freezing, and snow is a rare luxury. Fortunately, Ed was content with fake snow, as he was pretty enamored with the holiday, or holidays.

So it was that all of us cul-de-sac kids hung out at Nat's house for the Winter Christmas festivities. He would set it up significantly. Shining red, green, and gold streamers would hang from every wall, an authentic pine tree sat in the center of the living room, and he'd made a little mistletoe trap in the archway between the kitchen and living room. Not that that was unexpected of the minx; we've long grown used to his mischievous ways. Eddy was planning to catch Nazz off-guard in that very archway. I wished him luck on that adventure.

The party began when Nat ran out of the kitchen and threw up his arms.

"Happy Winter Christmas Eve, everybody!" We all cheered back. Nat held a hand to his ear, "I can't hear you!" We shouted again, louder. His energy was infectious. "Still can't-"

"Then come join in already, ya twit!" Kevin teased, laughing and walking up to Nat and chucking an arm around him. Nat made a pshaw sound and went along with Kevin to join Nazz.

Nat's been a part of the neighborhood for a few years now. When he first got here, he freaked us out - well, me, at the least. Nat was boisterous and exciting, and everything I was not made me a tad wary. But eventually, after he'd practically forced himself into our lives with a series of parties and well-placed comments during any social events, we (or, again, maybe it was only I) realized he wasn't a threat. He was quite a joy to "hang out with." I thought this to myself as my friends, Ed and Eddy, spoke with one another. I admit I was supposed to be in the conversation as well, but the subject matter was - less than thrilling.

"Alright, how about this - I need some ice for my punch, right? And I bump into Nazz and tell her I don't know where the fridge is, so she gets it for me, right? And-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but it appears there's a cooler right next to the drink table," I pointed in the direction of a sizeable blue-and-white icebox filled with cold soda pops and, of course, ice. Eddy narrowed his eyes angrily at it, perhaps in an attempt to melt the ice with his dissatisfaction. Rather an amusing thought, one must admit.

"...Okay, okay, I got a plan! Oh, man, this is going to be so good! Now here's what we do..." he leaned in and whispered something to Ed and me. My part to play in his insane scheme was nothing more than being myself, so I rolled my eyes and tuned it out. It wasn't going to work. But why bother trying to tell him that? Let him hope; it's Christmas Eve, for God's sake!

"Oh, oh, oh, what if Nat gets the towel? Does that mean you wanna smoochy smooch him, Eddy? Oh, my heart is just a skippy and jumpy Double D; Eddy will be a big boy!" Eddy face-palmed, running his hand down over his face, while I stifled a giggle politely behind my hand.

"I'm sure he would be most surprised by that turn of events, Ed. Let's not tease him too much; it is the holiday season. Perhaps Nazz will be giving!"

And like that, Eddy shot up, appearing to have an idea, "That's it! She's so nice. I bet I can schmooze her into it! You're a genius, Double D!"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm glad you think so." I smiled at his naivety. He was my friend, but - so daft, so very daft. No matter our friendship, I must at least be willing to admit that.