Innocuous Confession (KevEdd)

Chapter 4 - Malicious Public Sentiment

((* For the record, I don't use or condone the use of drugs, therefore I don't know much about them. So if anything I say is wrong, pretend its right for my sake. *))

Kevin hated getting depressed, and knowing that his Double D used to have cancer and that he had made fun of that hat, that made him depressed.

He searched through every cabinet in the house (he had already emptied the refrigerator) searching for more food to take into his bedroom.  He had munchies...big time. Getting high seemed to ease the tension, but he got anxiety more often because of it, which just made him use marijuana more to take the anxiety away. It was a sad, sad cycle.

"I'm so hungry," he said to himself, as if he didn't already know, "so I gotta take all this...and...eat it. Shit." he couldn't find anything else!? With a sigh, he headed up to his bedroom, he would have to make due with this full bag of bread, four bags of potato chips, box of oreos, and whatever condiments he could find (ketchup), but he would get more, somehow, someway. He flopped onto his bed and popped open a bag of chips, almost dumping them onto his lap. He looked over at his desk, thinking back to the day he fell for Double Dweeb.

*long long ago*

"Alright, kids. Since you're now, in your own minds, big'ol 5th graders, you are now allowed by the school board to play dodge ball. Don't want to play? Get a zero for your daily participation grade. Nice way to start off the year," Mr. Wu said, toting a red rubber ball under his arm that was about the size of his own head. "The rules of Mr. Wu Yi Fan dodge ball are simple. There is one ball. Count it, one. Do not fight over this ball. If you have glasses, take them off; I'm not buying you new ones, not on teacher-salary. If you hit someone in the face, you're in big trouble. I don't want to see you kids cry or bleed, believe it or not I have feelings. I hate seeing kids cry and bleed. I know what you're thinking, 'nice career choice,' yeah yeah. Play ball!"

The first half of the class was great fun, no one cried or bled or anything. A lot of kids got hit in the gut, including Kevin, but everyone was thrilled to have been considered big kids, big enough to hurdle rubber balls at each other at (what they thought was) a zillion mph. Then everything went silent. Double D had the ball, and everyone knew this was going to be pathetic, so they didn't move, they didn't want to miss a single thing.

Ed and Eddy were laughing like hyenas as Edd stepped up to the line that separated the two halves of the gym. His and Kevin's eyes locked for a good half a second before Edd dropped the ball, but still, no one moved. It rolled across the floor, onto the other side of the line, but no one went for it, they were all waiting for each other to make the first move.

"I got it!" Nat yelled, running over to the ball, he picked it up, and in one swift movement, the ball connected with Edd's face, above his right eyebrow. (Nat got called a jerk for the rest of the day, and some girl named Marie, from the trailer park, tried to fight him.)

Everyone crowded around Edd, watching blood run down his head, over his eye, onto his cheek. Nat hit him really hard. "Kevin," Mr. Wu said, "walk him to the nurses office. Don't come back without him, he'll need your help to see. Bet that's his dominant eye."

~'°'~

"Does it hurt?" Kevin asked, looking curiously at the patch covering Double D's eyebrow.

"Not especially. It did, but not anymore. The nurse is spectacular," he said, not making eye contact with, or even looking at, Kevin, "I didn't mean to drop the ball."

"Whatever, Double Dork. When you invent a time machine, you can go back and reverse it."

"I'm not sure that I want to; as it is, I'm fine with it," Edd said, "I only hope my injury won't give Marie Kanker yet another excuse to violate my personal bubble."

"Might, might not. Why should I care?"

Edd sounded surprised when he said, "O-oh... I apologize, Kevin. I was only trying to make conversation."

When they entered the gym, Edd got a few stares that he didn't appreciate at all. Rude ones. "Hey, Double Dweeb, never knew you were such a fragile little wimp-o," Nat said, trying to hide his guilt by being mean, "you ought to call your mommy and go home- oh wait, she's so embarassed of you that she won't talk to you, will she? Write her a little sticky note, then!"

"Hey, Nat, that's not fair," Nazz said, "you can't say stuff like that to Double D after you already hit him! That's so un-cool!" She was ignored.

"Hey, Kev, did he cry?" Another kid asked, butting in on something he shouldn't have.

Kevin had had a little crush on Edd for ever, so he was mean to Edd and his friends so no one would figure it out. This time, though, everyone was going too far. Edd was starting to tear up, his cheeks, nose, even his cute little ears were red.

"Don't talk about my mother. She does speak with me. She does! And so does my father." Edd said, his throat felt tight, this was audible. Ed and Eddy were silent, but Ed was starting to cry already.

"I thought fathers weren't supposed to talk to weird sons like you. I bet you're the kind that likes boys!" A girl said, and a few other kids made sick faces.

"I-...I'm not!" Two tears streaked Double D's cheeks, one dripped onto his red shirt while the other clung to his jaw.

"Will you guys just shut up?" Kevin said, "you're all giving me a headache. Jeez-louise." he looked down at Edd and took in the sight. It hurt his heart, bad. Edd's lip quivered slightly, his mouth turned into a little pouty frown. His cyan eyes were teary, his face was splotchy red. More and more tears wetted his cheeks until he broke down, hugging Kevin tightly.

Double D knew that what Kevin said was to help him, and honestly,  he didn't want anyone to see him cry anymore, so he took shelter on Kevins chest. The shirt was dampened, everyone was staring them down like vultures...like they were committing some vile crime worthy of immediate death or torture or both, and Kevin was getting nervous. Double D couldn't care less, he needed to cry, and once he started he couldn't stop until he was done. He needed a good cry, after everything that had happened to him both recently and throughout the years, he always bottled his feelings up inside and never had anyone to confide in. Not even Ed or Eddy were the type of human-diaries he needed. He needed someone strong and secretive like Kevin, but of course he knew it was out of the question. Edd was afraid of Kevin, and from everything he heard about Kevin from Eddy, he didn't want to take a chance. Right then, though...at that very moment, Double D just needed to cry.

Kevin was honored, and when he got home, he made a note of it by drawing a dodge ball with an eyepatch, and a wet umbrella beside it. He liked keeping art as a sort of diary, no one else could understand his artistic diary-language, so it was pretty much genius. He thought about how almost every day his drawings related to Edd, and thought to himself, "Ew... I'm in love."

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This isn't even fair, Kevin thought, finishing a fourth bag of sour cream and onion chips and throwing the empty potato-chip-bag-carcas on the floor with the rest of them (and other long forgotten items). Why should I have to love my mortal enemies best friend? Fucking Eddy.

((* SHORT. SHORT. SHORT CHAPTER. But isn't somethin better than nothin? *))