Eddy turned to see his mother holding out a very familiar piece of paper—his body instantly going stiff.
“‘You electrify me’?” she read aloud with a huge, toothy grin. “Is this a Valentine’s Day card, Eddy?”
Eddy shot up from the living room couch and snatched the paper from her hands. “Mom! You can’t just go digging through my stuff!”
“Ohhh, my little boy’s got a crush!” she squealed, pinching his cheeks like she was trying to rip ‘em off. “Who’s the lucky girl, huh? Is she from the neighborhood? Is it that Nazz girl with the hair? You always stammer around her!”
Before Eddy could stop her, she snatched the card back, inspecting it closely for a name.
Eddy flailed around his mother. “It’s nobody! Gimme that!”
But she held it high above her head. “Hold your horses—lemme just see if they signed it…” Her eyes scanned the bottom. “Eddward?” She blinked. “You mean Double D? That lanky little brainiac from across the street? He gave this to you?”
Her eyes shifted to her son. He was much pinker, gripping the hem of his shirt, sweating so much it looked like he could fill a gallon jug.
“Y-yeah—b-but it’s not like that!” he stammered. “He’s just a friend, alright? Friends give each other stuff all the time! Cards, gum, whatever!” With one final jump, Eddy managed to snag the card back and bolted to his room.
His mother stood there, watching him disappear up the stairs. A second later, Eddy’s dad poked his head into the room. “What with all the ruckus?”
She looked over her shoulder with a sly smile. “I think our little Eddy’s got an admirer.” She said in a singing tone.
He raised an eyebrow, but she just hummed to herself and sauntered off toward the kitchen, hips swaying in rhythm with the cheesy TV music playing in the background.
“I got you this flower because... well, it looks pretty neat, and you’re pretty neat. Heh, get it? Because you're a clean freak?” Eddy chuckled nervously. “Heh…”
He paused and slapped himself on the forehead, taking a moment to glance down at the flower in his hand, then back at Double D’s house. Eddy took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and continued walking towards the home.
As soon as he raised his fist to knock, the door swung open unexpectedly. It was Kevin.
“What the—”
“Well, if it isn’t Twiddle-Dumb,” Kevin snickered leaning against the door frame.
“What are you doing snooping around here, Shovel-Chin? This ain’t your turf.” Eddy squinted, raising an eyebrow as he looked Kevin up and down.
“What’s it to ya?”
Before Eddy could reply, Edd appeared.
“Oh! Hello, Eddy, what a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you this early in the day.”
Eddy quickly hid the flower behind his back. “Oh, well, you know…” He shifted awkwardly. “Got a new idea and wanted to run it by you before I forget.” He forced a smile, but it looked strained. Kevin and Edd exchanged a confused glance, prompting Eddy to immediately fix his face.
“Anyway, I’m outta here.” Kevin said as he started to walk off. “Thanks again for the help, Double D.”
“You’re very welcome, Kevin,” Edd said cheerfully, waving at the redhead.
After a moment, Eddy finally spoke up.
“What’s Shovel-Chin doing at your place?”
“Oh, he just needed my assistance is all.”
“Oh? With what?”
“Nothing too important,” Edd waved it off casually.
“It must be important if he came all the way over here. What was it? Homework? I wouldn’t be surprised; Shovel-Chin’s not exactly a math whiz,” Eddy snickered.
“Eddy, you’re in no position to talk about anyone’s academic performance.” Edd crossed his arms, his tone suddenly firm.
Eddy instantly shrank back, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“W-well, yeah, but—”
“In fact, he’s rather skilled in mathematics. I wish you wouldn’t speak so negatively about one another. You’d be surprised how well you two could get along if—”
“What, so now you’re all buddy-buddy with him? The same guy who used to make fun of us every time we crossed paths?” Eddy’s grip tightened around the flower, the stem crunching under his fingers. His heart raced, pounding against his chest.
“People are capable of change, Eddy. He’s actually a nice guy once you get to know him. You’d see that if you stopped bickering with him all the time.”
Eddy huffed a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you two go hitch a ride on his shiny, precious bike and make out by the junkyard while you’re at it?”
Edd’s face flushed deep red. “Pardon?”
“Yeah! Since you’re all buddy-buddy, why not? He’s ‘such a nice fellow,’ and all!” Eddy’s heart kept pounding, each beat louder than the last. It felt like it was about to burst.
“What are you on about? I was just—”
“Ah, save it! I don’t need to hear it.” Eddy shoved his hands into his pockets and stormed off, leaving Edd standing there, dumbfounded.
When Eddy finally reached his room, he slammed the door behind him and collapsed onto his bed. “Ugh, that darn no-good Shovel-Chin. Always messing up my plans!,” he grumbled into his pillow. After a moment, he turned over and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. He pulled out the flower—or rather, what was left of it. It had wilted in his hand, with only a few petals remaining.
Eddy glared at it, like it had insulted him. Just then, his phone buzzed. A message. From Edd. Eddy groaned, tossing the flower onto the floor. He turned off his phone, grabbed his blankets, and wrapped himself up like a cocoon.
Eddy has been going through the course of puberty and has been struck with teen acne. He hides his face everywhere he goes to avoid any on lookers. Edd has taken notice and has offered words of encouragement. Sadly… didn’t work out. So to help his short pink fellow he has taken it upon himself to also wear a bag wherever he goes. (The thought of his best friend covering his face for his sake made Eddy all flustered.)
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