ShadeEd stopped just short of his two best friends (in the entire world, and any other world you'd care to name), and plopped happily onto the grass beside them. "It's hot, Eddy.""No kidding, Monobrow," Eddy managed weakly, lifting one hand as if to say I really don't care.Edd rolled onto his side, touching Ed's knee with one limp hand, "The weather reports say it's going to cool off by the weekend.""Sounds good, Double-D," the taller of the Eds said jovially, flopping onto his left side with very little warning. His head connected with Eddy's stomach, and his arm nearly pulled off Edd's hat.Eddy let out a huff of exasperation; Double-D's cry of Gracious! hardly registered. But the warm weight on his stomach put Eddy into a state of complacency, and the casual touch against his side made Double-D quiet.Between them, Ed began to fall asleep, the shade of the tree resting across him like gentleness.
SurpriseEdd breathed in, very slowly, and let himself be sunk against the paisley davenport. The brightness of Ed's eyes imprinted on him, and he tried to quell the rising sense of excitement with a stern-ness that he could not quite muster. The house went quiet as Ed disappeared; for a moment, Double-D looked around idly, wondering how he had ever dealt with the deathly stillness of a house with no heart. He toyed with a lock of hair; in reach, it's length had given him pause and given passersby yet more.Certainly it was too long for a boy; especially one as straight-forward and scientific as this one.But Ed liked it. And Ed kept the house alive, with his energy and exuberance and love of life. The blonde knew, with his head, that smiles could not shine, and eyes could not glitter, and words could not brush against his skin as a soft feather; but Ed didn't seem to be affected by that logical assertion.He shone. He gleamed. He could communicate an endless kind of love with the barest pass o
HandsHe is unusually languid, spread across Ed's bed and flipping idly through an outdated science mag. His neck aches from holding the awkward position, but he waits to finish one more article before pushing the magazine away and stretching--brushing against Ed's prone form."Are you still sleeping?" he asks softly, running one finger across a series of freckles that dot Ed's hand."Mm-mm," Ed negates, sitting up and catching the other boy's hand in his own. The tall young man's eyes are half-closed, and foggy with sleep. Blankets pool around his mid-section, and the t-shirt he'd stripped down to is clinging to his toned midsection."I'll turn down the electric blanket," the shorter one offers, and just as he's finished saying it, it's done. Ed smiles sleepily at him, and the blonde's heart catches in his throat.Ed's smile seems quiet and lofty, and he asks, "What? Double-D?"Double-D flushes and looks down, hoping to be lost in the folds of his sweater. It's only that- does Ed have any
EEnE, EdEdd, SpaghettiHe ate slowly, mindful of the drip of sauce as it ran from his fork and back onto the white plate. Ed watched the display carefully, as though he would be quizzed later on. For a moment, Double-D allowed him to, but swiftly found that the attention was bringing an un-necessary heat to his face and hands.Gingerly, he let the fork rest against the plate's side, where it made only a small sound before laying still. "Ed? Is there anything I can get you?"A good host ought to ask. But Ed said No, and the staring went on.He coughed, and went to pick up the fork, but then hesitated. "Are you sure? You seem... intent about something.""I am," Ed said quietly, as if he truly understood what Double-D meant. "Don't worry."Double-D, inexplicably, flushed. He knew it was happening, because his head instantly dropped to avoid Ed's gaze, and his face felt far, far too hot. He looked at the hands in his lap, and they were a brilliant red color. Almost as red as the spaghetti sauce.Briefly, the boy