Chapter 3 � Truth Of The Edd
Ed still lives at home. He still has his basement. I visit him there as often as I can.
After Nazz�s pregnancy scare, she dropped Kevin and moved out to Los Angeles to become an actress. Sarah got her G.E.D. at sixteen just so she could follow her. I hear from Ed they�re together now, and very happy. I saw Nazz on a national television commercial just last week.
As for the others... I�ve already said what they�re doing.
Or rather, who they�re doing.
Except, of course, I haven�t mentioned one person.
Eddy.
He�s a salesman. He works at a used car dealership right now, the same one his father used to work at, though while he was attending his one and only year of community college he worked as a telemarketer for a credit card company. He�s never married. He has dated. And for all he�s told me, he�s no more a virgin than I am.
Not that he knows that.
For Ed and Eddy still think I�m an innocent. They don�t know of my late-night trysts with various boys from the cul-de-sac. And if I have my way, they never will.
I�m not even certain Ed would understand. He seems so dim at times, and yet at others... I catch him looking at me with this weird, sad expression, but then his eyes go unfocused again... I wonder if he knows more than I think.
Eddy, I�m certain, does not.
Eddy is oblivious.
But then, Eddy was always oblivious to me.
I knock on Ed�s door, then open it. The house is strangely silent. When we were younger, it always seemed filled to the brim with Sarah�s angry chaos and Ed�s bright, beaming radiance. Now, it just seems empty.
It wouldn�t be unlike Ed to leave his front door unlocked, but I decide to investigate further. After all, I�ve laid awake at night worrying about Ed, wondering if one day he�ll do something really... well... dim, and get seriously hurt, so I can�t very well walk away now, now can I?
So I enter further, closing the door softly after myself. No need to advertise the unlocked door. �Ed?� I call softly. �Ed, are you home?�
Still no reply. Horrible images � Ed with his body crisped and dead after sticking his finger in a socket, for instance � begin to flood my mind. I hurry to the stairs.
I�m halfway down when I hear voices. Ed and Eddy. My heart pounds, and I�m about to call out to them when I hear my name. I stop cold.
�...Double D likes us, Eddy.�
�I know that, Lumpy. But Sockhead�ll never understand.�
�Understand what, Eddy?�
I can hear Eddy grumbling angrily. With baited breath I wait to hear more, my heart pounding out a sick, contradictory rhythm. Pound. Pray they say more. Pound. Pray they stop. Pound. Pray they say more.
Pound. Pray they stop.
They don�t stop.
�Try to stay with me here, Monobrow,� Eddy snaps. �What�re we gonna tell Sockhead?�
�About what, Eddy?�
I hear Eddy give a little scream of frustration, and I cringe. Without meaning to I move, and the stair beneath my feet creaks. Eddy falls silent.
I know he�s heard me. I stop breathing and begin to sweat. If he even peaks his head out Ed�s door he�ll see me on the stairs.
But for some reason, he doesn�t. After waiting for a while (during which time I become increasingly light-headed) he goes on again, like nothing�s happened. Ed, naturally, doesn�t notice a thing.
�What do we tell him, Lumpy?� Eddy asks, and I can suddenly breathe again. The light-headed feeling begins to fade.
And then Eddy speaks again.
�What do we tell him about us?�
I can�t breathe.
Us? There�s an �us�? He and Ed form an �us�?
They form an �us�... without me?
�We can tell Double D the truth, Eddy,� I can hear Ed say around the horrified sadness that fills my mind. �He likes us.�
�Quit sayin� that!� Eddy sounds really irritated � I want to go in and support Ed by letting Eddy rant at me (like usual), but my legs don�t work.
I have to know, now, what they�re arguing about. I have to.
And Eddy doesn�t disappoint.
�C�mon, Lumpy, focus,� he finally says. �We gotta figure out what to say to Double D.�
�We can tell him that chickens are nibbling our toes, Eddy,� I hear Ed say sagely, and I stifle a laugh. Lovable oaf.
I hear Eddy growling, grumbling, but he�s too quiet, mumbling under his breath. I can�t hear what he says.
So I wait, and before long Eddy is talking aloud once more.
�We gotta tell Sockhead the truth, Lumpy,� he says, and I blanch. Truth? Have they lied to me?
Then Eddy goes on.
�We have to tell him what we know-�
I turn and run back up the stairs and out of the house.
Chapter 2
The Beginning Of The Edd
Haunted House
Chapter 4
That's The way The Edd Crumbles
Tales Of Woe
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Rated R for sexual situations, N/C, violence. A slash story - as if you don't know that by now.